by Jules Dixon
“More than ever. Do you still love me?”
I grasped the back of her head and tipped it, lowering my face to feel her delicate lips under mine. The words were right there on my lips for her to decipher, but she deserved to actually hear them. There was no holding back any of my feelings from now on.
I placed my forehead against hers. “Sage, I’m not good at saying the right words and I can be a grumpy ogre at times, but I want you to know that when I’m with you I hear and feel the amazing song that is you, the rest of the noisy and out-of-tune world fades away and I’m saved. My angel, I love you in this life and I’ll love you in the next one, too.”
“Rahl Vendetti, you are every song there is to sing. The lyrics may not always make sense to anyone but us, but our melody is ours. My ogre, I want to make amazing music with you, now and always.”
She kissed me and she meant it. I read the lyrics of love on her lips.
I held her to my chest. “There’s going to be a lot of beautiful music in the world with three Vendetti kids.”
“I’m scared.”
“I’ve got you, my angel.”
She smirked. “Hooah.”
“That’s my girl…” I grasped the bottom of her t-shirt, pulled it over her head, and showed her how much she still wowed me.
Epilogue
Sage
“Rahl! It’s not fair to blindfold a pregnant woman. I barely have balance when I have my eyes open. I’m actually feeling kind of queasy.”
“I’ve got you.” He scooped me into his arms, and the door cracked open. His boots clicked on tile and one kicked a door closed.
The last two weeks Rahl had been busy with work. I hadn’t gotten to see him as much as I wanted, and now he was playing games. I wasn’t in the mood. The attitude was due to my fluctuating hormones, but knowing the why didn’t make me less grouchy. Becoming a female ogre was totally possible with three baby ogres in my belly.
“Welcome to the home I want us to share with our children.” He set my feet to the ground, tugged off the blindfold, and placed a kiss on my temple.
“Wow!” I walked from one room to the next saying the same one word over and over. Every finish I’d picked out was part of the house. My dream home. Our family’s home. “Rahl, it’s more than I ever knew I wanted. You did a lot of the work yourself, right?”
“Yeah, that was kind of the ‘work’ I was talking about these last two weeks.”
“Oh.” Pieces of a puzzle fell into place. “It’s amazing, honey. Who did the decorating?”
“The woman with a purple wand.”
“Andi?”
“With Oliver’s assistance.”
“That’s why he kept texting me and asking me my opinion between two choices. I thought it was a weird game for him to play on a stakeout.”
“Surveillance,” Rahl grumbled under his breath.
“Right. I forget the proper vernacular because of the three babies sucking the intelligence out of my head!” The volume of my voice rose with each word.
Rahl held up his arms and chuckled. “Okay! Okay. I’ll try not to poke momma bear today.” He drew me into his arms. “I have two more rooms to show you. Come on.”
I followed him upstairs, my baby bump preceding me, but I still climbed stairs with no problem, and the last couple of days had been evening-sickness free. But a little nausea in the evening was worth the three beautiful babies we would have in less than eight months.
I stepped through a door at the end of the hall to the right, the master bedroom suite. This wasn’t Oliver or Andi’s work.
“Laken decided to design a couple of rooms.” He leaned against the doorframe.
My eyes didn’t stop moving. The room was everything she’d described as my personal design taste. I walked to the corner where on a shelf sat a Tim Cotterill gecko and plenty of room for the rest of my collection. I touched the green figure with gold-tipped toepads. “It’s amazing.”
He met me at the shelf, wrapping his arms around my waist. “That one’s called Mamacita. Mommy in Spanish. It’s her special gift to you.”
There was no way I wasn’t going to cry after that information, and the tears rolled steadily.
“She’s so incredible. I’m glad she found a job. Of course I’m even happier it’s working with me.”
“She works under you,” Rahl declared, his pride beaming in every word.
I shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t think in those terms. She and I were a team. Her talent for interior design even intimidated the industry veteran in Andi. Now, how Laken completed all of this design without “accidentally” letting it slip, that was truly amazing. That girl talks nonstop.
“Okay, one more room.” Rahl tugged my hand. “Fiona and my mom helped Lake with this one.”
I walked into the nursery and the design was flawless. Not masculine, and not feminine, it would be perfect for when we found out what we were having. Which we decided was important so we could be prepared. Though Rahl acted like he was waiting for Christmas to arrive, and he couldn’t wait to open his “gift.” How he gazed at my belly spurred my love for him.
“Rahl, I was thinking.” I examined a picture of Rahl when he was a baby and one of me that they’d obviously gotten from my grandparents.
“What about?” His fingers threaded behind my neck and turned me.
“What do you think about using Knox, Levi, and Evan for middle names?”
His eyes flashed between mine. “Really?”
“Only if you want to.”
“Yeah, I’d love that. After all, they’re the ones who brought me back to find you.”
His muscular arms tugged me against his warm body and I burrowed into his warmth.
My eyes met his. “I’m ready to be wowed, Mr. Wow.”
Rahl smirked and the green and gold speckles in his brown eyes glinted in the afternoon sun. “I could go for a little endorphin ecstasy myself.” He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around him. “Let’s go break in that new bed.”
Our tongues tangled in a slow dance. He’d started taking his time when we made love. I figured it was because he didn’t want to hurt me, but this time, I needed him. Fast. Fucking fast. Damn hormones had gone into overdrive.
I lowered my mouth to his ear as he walked into the master bedroom. “This time, I need you fast and hard, Rahl.”
He lowered me onto the bed. “You’re sure?” His pupils dilated and that animal darkness filled the brown of his iris.
“God, yes. Please.”
He had my shorts and underwear off before I moaned the last word. His lips trailing a leg to the top of my thighs, passing the part of me that pulsed with need.
“Rahl…” I groaned.
He continued his tongue assault up my torso, the pressure tickling my skin, raising goose bumps.
“Rahl…” I begged.
Lips placed a hundred kisses on my breasts. The way he blessed my body had me writhing for release on the bed.
“Rahl!” I cried out, my body throbbing for him.
What I hadn’t noticed, while he was torturing my body with his lips and tongue, was that he’d undressed. He climbed onto the bed, flipped me to over, and pulled me to my knees and in one quick stroke, filled the cavern that craved him. He’d never taken me from behind and my head swam with happiness that he was taking control.
His hands gripped my hips, domineering our moves, stroking fast and deep, building the internal tension of my body until I brimmed with pressure, just waiting to explode.
His fingers slipped low between my legs and he pressed lightly on my clit. “Come for me, beautiful.”
Fireworks detonated deep inside of me. I screamed his name in time to the flashing waves of release. Nothing but the two of us existed and the sweet melody of love caressed my body.
Leaning over me, his lips hit the back of my ear. He followed me over the edge, thrusting like a madman, until he grunted one long satisfied note of release.
He fell onto the b
ed, his chest covered in a fine mist of perspiration, and his breathing fast. “Fuck, Sage. We may never leave this bed.”
I cuddled against him. “I’m fine with that.”
I hadn’t forgotten my past, but I lived for the future and Rahl had decided to do the same.
And together we would create the sweet music of love for the rest of our lives.
Only you, Rahl. Only … you.
The End
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