by Brill Harper
“I didn’t do things the right way with you before. I’ll do better this time. I love the way you are, and I don’t want you to change. I love your heart and the way you brought the stars to me.”
The light comes into her eyes for the first time since we were on the porch. I did that. I put that there. “I can’t believe you want me to move in. Are you sure you don’t want to go slower? Play it safe for a while?”
I’m so done with that. “I thought I was living a safe life, but it turns out I wasn’t really living at all. I want you to keep challenging me and keep showing me all the things I was missing because I wouldn’t look.”
I fold her into my arms, and she rests her head on my chest. “So, you want me to help you pick out furniture for your house?”
I pull back. “Our house.”
She smiles. “What if I paint stars on the wall and buy a hundred throw pillows?”
“You can do whatever you want. Whatever makes it comfortable for you. If you’re happy, then it’s home.”
Her hand comes to her heart. “Wow. You been watching Hallmark movies? That was beautiful.”
I grin. “Except the bed. You can’t pick out the bed because I already did.” I point to the ceiling. “It’s upstairs. Ready for us.”
“You have a bed.”
“We have a bed. Want to go see if we can break it?”
Stella
ALL THE PLACES THAT were hollow inside of me are full. Full of Christopher. Full of love. He’s looking at me, and I know he sees me. And he likes me. Everything about my life is different than it was an hour ago.
I take his hand and lead him up the stairs of our house. The walls seem to welcome us. I can practically hear the laughter of children and see the dog hair collecting in the corners of the stairs.
I’m Christopher’s home. Me. We’re going to take care of each other. He wants to live in my town and help me take care of animals and the people who love them.
I’m fighting the urge to believe I don’t deserve this. Because I do. The Year of Stella has been all about me learning that.
He directs me to the master bedroom. I want to see the rest of the rooms, explore every nook and cranny of this house. Our very, very fine house. But right now, I think we both need something else.
The only thing in the room is a massive bed. It’s big like a playground. It looks so masculine and imposing in a room with delicate lace curtains and matching bed linens.
Christopher has his hands on my shoulders, and I feel the heat of him behind me. “I wanted to make it big enough that someday the kids could come in on Sunday morning, and we could read stories or watch movies together.”
“Oh, my Goddess, Christopher. You don’t mess around, do you? When you go, you go all in. How many kids are you planning on us having?”
“Too many. I like watching you with kids. I like the way they take one look at you and know you’re safe. That you’ll take care of them. You know what they need. I like the way you get down on their level. The thought of you holding our children, reading them books and tying their shoes and teaching me how to play with them so they don’t hate me—it’s gotten me through a lot of lonely hours since I went back to my apartment.”
I turn in his arms. “They won’t hate you. I promise. You’re going to be an awesome dad.”
I can see it. Lazy Sundays eating French toast and reading the paper until kids come along. Then Dr. Seuss and teddy bears. Sticky fingers and puppy kisses.
I grab the lapels of his suit jacket. “I’d like to have a little bit of time that’s just for us, though. Maybe take a trip or two.”
“I want it all with you, Stella.”
“And a dog?”
“Especially a dog. We can get one tomorrow.”
I smile, from the inside. The Year of Stella has changed course and is better than ever. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.” I eye the giant bed. “You’re going to have to distract me somehow.”
“I have a few ideas.”
He’s starting to look a little dangerous. Just the way I like him. “Maybe we should go grab some food. For later.”
“I stocked the fridge and stole one of your casseroles out of the freezer at work.”
I slide the zipper of my dress down. “You’re so prepared.”
“I’ve missed you so much there’s no way I wanted you to have any reason to leave this house once I got you in it.”
Later, after we’ve feasted and gorged on each other and are shaky and sweaty and sated, I open the fridge to grab some water and food and find a pink box from the bakery with a note that says, “From Megan.”
“What’s this?” I ask, pulling it out and opening it. And then my eyes get big.
Christopher reaches around me and pulls out more water. “It’s a baklava. I thought it was strange, but your sister said you’d understand.”
Epilogue
Stella
Two years later
“She’s having my baby!”
Everyone cheers as Nash announces to the ‘80s prom-themed party that Tru is pregnant. We’ve just watched Ironwing sing an acoustic version of their one and only hit song, “Bold,” and this party is revving up to be epic. I knew it was a good idea to have it tonight instead of last night like they were originally trying to plan. The moon was void of course last night and things just fall flat sometimes during that time.
Rounds of drinks get downed, but my husband is making eyes at me.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, as if I don’t know.
“I’m thinking I like you in that prom dress, and I’m wondering if I can get past second base tonight.”
“Well, that depends. If you slow dance with me to “Heaven in Your Eyes,” I’m pretty much a sure thing.”
“I’ll talk to the DJ.”
I sneak a grab of one of his tight ass cheeks. “Or you could just take me home now and do whatever you want to me.”
“Stella, I want to do everything to you.”
Our daughter is having a sleepover with his parents tonight, so we stumble into the Victorian house pretty loudly. I may have had a bit too much celebratory bubbly. The dogs, all four of them, don’t care how loud we are. The cat gives me the evil eye, but that’s her permaface, so I’m not too concerned.
I love the feel of his hot gaze on me, warming me from head to toe. He’s hungry.
We strip each other slowly, enjoying each inch of skin as it’s revealed. He’s got the body of a god, and marriage and parenthood hasn’t changed that. The flawless pecs, the vee of muscle at his hips, the beautiful monster he keeps in his pants pointing right at me. I love his body so much that I’m lost in the staring until I’m pushed onto the bed, Christopher following me. Need sparks and jolts through my whole body at the contact.
“I want you to ride me,” he says.
“You do not have to ask me twice.”
He rolls onto his back, and I straddle him, lowering myself over his cock. Slowly, so slowly. He’s big and hard and I still need to pause to adjust to my man’s girth. He’s holding still, admirably. Waiting until I’m ready.
I look into his eyes, so full of love for me, as I take the rest of him inside me and I stretch around him. Christopher reaches his arm up and pulls my head down to his. “I am so in love with you.” He kisses me and thrusts his hips up, like he’s lost control of them.
“You feel so good, honeybuns,” I tell him. He grunts at the name. I’m not lying. He’s hitting my G-spot just right. He’s taken his study of my orgasms to level eleven over the last two years, and he knows just what to do and how to do it so I’m still always a little surprised. Like, how can it still feel different every time?
I feel every inch of him like he’s a part of me now. I try for long, slow strokes, but soon it’s not enough.
“That’s it, Stella. Ride me harder.”
I slam down harder and harder, feeling the heat rising. Christopher’s eyes are squeezed tightly closed, and he’s clenchin
g his jaw. His body is tense below me. We’re both so close.
“Look at me, Stella.” I look down, always ready to listen to his commands. In bed only, of course. “I want you looking in my eyes when you come. You’re close, aren’t you? Yeah, I can tell. You want me to come deep inside you, baby?” I nod but don’t break the eye contact. Wanting to please him. “If we hurry, we can make a baby that will be in the same class as Tru’s. Would you like that? Do you want me to make you pregnant again? Fill you up?”
This kind of talk makes me lose my mind. “Oh, yes. Yes, please. Put your baby in me.” I arch my back. “I love you so much, Christopher.”
He plants his feet and thrusts harder into me and I fly back into the Milky Way.
“You’re mine. You’re mine, Stella.” He arches and roars. I have to hold on to him to stay on top while he lets go in rolling waves of heat and pleasure. He pulls me down, so our faces are an inch apart. “You’re the best part of me. I will spend every day of my life showing you.”
I relax all my muscles and collapse onto his chest. Christopher holds me tight and we listen to the house settle around us.
Our very, very fine house.
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LIKE FIRST TIMES? FORBIDDEN fruit? Yes, please.
Love a hot, dominant alpha claiming what's his? Fuck, yeah.
Want to watch him fall hard for the sweetest fantasy he didn't know he needed? Me too!
I'm Brill Harper and I love happily ever afters, smokin' hot bad boys, and quirky, often nerdy, heroines that I'd love to be friends with off page. These ladies are not perfect—but they're perfect for one man—and he's always sexy AF.
Seriously—these heroes only have one weakness, and it's sticky, sweet love. They don't let anything stand in the way of taking what belongs to them. When it comes to the women they love, it's hard cocks, dirty talk, and soft, mushy heart feels.
*Brill is a sooper sekrit penname for a better known author who just can't handle all the dirty. She can't handle it...but can you?
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Did you love So Wrong It's Right? Then you should read Don't Get Me Wrong by Brill Harper!
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