Dirty Scoundrel(45)

Her lips part. "It does?"

Oh fuck yeah, it does. The thought of her takin' everything I have to give her? "More than you can ever know."

"And you want a baby?" Her eyes shimmer with a hint of tears. "With me?"

I chuckle. "Well, I don't want one with anyone else."

She slaps my shoulder at my poor joke, but her smile is huge. "A family is a big step."

"I'm ready. I've waited seven years for you, Natalie Weston. I'm ready to start our lives together."

"Me too," she says softly. "Oh, Clay."

I drag my cock head up and down her wetness again. "And it ain't just a ploy to get inside you bareback."

She giggles, but her laughter turns into a gasp when I sink inside her.

And . . . fuck, that feels like the most amazing thing ever, being in  her without a barrier. She's hotter and wetter than I ever imagined. I  feel every tremor that moves through her body. "I want you to come again  for me, Nat. While I'm inside you like this."

She moans. Her hips rise and she gives me a little nod.

I take her hand and press it back on the mattress. I'm covering her and I  can look her in the eye like this. Maybe at some point we'll try a  buncha different positions, but there's nothin' I love more than gazin'  down at Nat while I fuck her. I start with hard, sure strokes, and  without the condom on, my dick feels ten times more sensitive. I can  feel everything. Everything. This time, I'm the one groaning and  struggling for control as I push into her.

"Pillow under my hips," Nat pants, and grabs at a pillow above her head, then pushes it toward me.

I grunt and lift our joined bodies up. She knows hers better than I do,  and she knows what she needs. I stuff it under her plush bottom and then  thrust into her again. "Better?"

Her moan and the way she digs her nails into my shoulders tells me everything I need to know.

I rock into her, harder and faster, the friction between us making the  pleasure intensify. When Nat's cunt starts to tighten around me again, I  have to pause and regain my control.

"No," she pants, squeezing her hand into a fist against my shoulder. "Keep going. I'm so close."         

     



 

And I'm far too close. But her urgency fuels mine, and I thrust into  her, leaning in to capture her mouth with mine. Just a few more strokes,  I tell myself. Hold out for a few more so she can come and then-

She cries out underneath me, and I swallow her cry with my kiss. Her  cunt tightens around my cock and it's like she's squeezing it with her  fist, it's so tight, and-

And then I'm coming, too. My control is gone and I surge into her,  filling her with my seed and giving her everything I've got, heart,  body, and soul. I've never come so hard.

Minutes pass and my breathing begins to slowly return to normal. I'm  vaguely aware of my naked, sweaty body atop her, and she's still wearing  her pretty dress that we've now thoroughly wrecked. Her virginal bed's  pretty trashed, too. I press a kiss to her damp brow before sliding to  one side so I don't crush her. "I love you, Nat."

"Love you, too," she murmurs sleepily.

I hold her against me, tucking her against me, my cock still buried  inside her. We're both sticky from the release but I don't feel like  moving. I just wanna lie here with her, forever.

Well, except that there's a big wet spot in the bed. "You might wanna wash these sheets."

"Probably burn 'em," she says with a yawn. "Hide the evidence."

"Why hide?" I ask, wrapping a possessive arm around her and restin' it  on one big, bouncy tit. "Your dad's eventually gonna have to find out  we're together."

"Mmm, good point. I didn't think about that." She peers over her  shoulder at me, all soft and sated. "So what happens now between us?"

I think for a minute. "A new contract."

Her brows go down. "Another contract?"

I nod and rest my chin on her shoulder, tucking my face next to hers. "A marriage one."

"Oh." Her voice goes soft. "Okay, yeah, that sounds good. Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure of anything in my life." It's true, too.





Epilogue



Four Months Later



Natalie

My phone buzzes with a text message, waking me from a nap. I rub my eyes  and scramble for my phone, only to knock it off the couch and on the  floor. Shoot. That's what I get for falling asleep in the living room. I  haul myself off the sofa and pad across the newly laid tile, yawning as  I scoop it up.

I immediately feel queasy as I bend over, and retreat back to the couch.  Ugh. Morning sickness could go away any day now. I lie back down and  close my eyes, sweating and swallowing hard, waiting for the sensation  to pass. Eventually it does, and I squeeze one eye open to peer at my  phone.

IVY: The mailman delivered to the wrong house again. I just got a big box with skulls on it that's addressed to Lexi.

IVY: I'd get in the car and bring it over but Seth finally just went down for his nap.

I text her back, not quite ready to get up off my sofa myself.

NAT: I'm still flattened by the barfs, so let's text Lexi and let her know it went to your house, k?

IVY: Thx. I'll leave it on the front porch if she's coming by soon. Tell her not to ring the doorbell bc baby sleeping. :)

NAT: Will do.

IVY: I'm sorry your stomach's so bad. Ginger tea did wonders for me!

NAT: I'll send Clay out to get some later! TY!

I sigh at my phone and rub my still-flat stomach. I've been pregnant for  all of two months so far, I think, and I'm already pretty done with it.  Ivy was a glowing beauty all through her pregnancy, I've been told by  multiple sources. Me, I've already got swollen ankles, bad skin, and  I've thrown up enough to lose five pounds . . . which makes no sense,  because I've gained ten. I can tell I'm going to be one of those people  that suffers all through pregnancy.

Fun times.

I text Clay first, because, well, I always text Clay first. I'm just as  ridiculously silly in love with the man now as I am the day he walked  back into my life. We're joined at the hip, morning, noon, and night. I  wake up in his arms and we snuggle for a few minutes before Clay gets up  and heads out for work. Usually we have lunch together, and I've  accompanied him out to the rig sites when he has to make a visit. I've  watched him and Boone dowse for wells, though he says he doesn't have  the magic touch that Boone does. And when he comes home, we normally end  up on the couch, either watching TV, playing video games (I'm trying  desperately to get good at the football games he loves), or making love.  You'd think we'd get sick of being around each other all the time, but  if anything, it's the opposite. I crave him even more with every passing  day. I've never been so damn happy.         

     



 

Or so damn lonely when he's gone.

Right now, he's overseeing the production of the first round of  IntelligentCamo prototypes. He's made plans with a local base to discuss  the possibility of it helping the troops and he's talked about donating  all of them instead of charging for them. Seth's death changed more  than a few things in the Price brothers. I know that before, Clay was  interested in selling the IntelligentCamo to the families of troops, but  now he's talking about setting up a foundation and donating thousands  of suits of it. He says if it can save a few lives, he's willing to  shell out the money.

I think that's sweet-my man has an altruistic side. I love that.

He should be home at a regular time tonight, though, so I send him a little love note.

NAT: <3 <3 Hey baby, can you pick up some ginger tea on the way home tonight?

CLAY: Hey love

CLAY: Your stomach bothering you?

NAT: Yeah-Ivy says ginger tea is good for the sickness.

CLAY: I'm on it. Love you.

NAT: Love ya too, babe.

I smile as I switch to Lexi's number and send her a text.

NAT: You awake?

There's no response from Lexi's phone. Figures. It's still fairly early  in the morning . . . though Lexi is normally an early riser. She likes  to joke that she's been up all night summoning hordes of evil minions,  but it's all a front. Lexi is one of those people that likes to wake up  early and face the day.

I'll just have to go over and see what the deal is.

It takes me a few minutes to get the courage to roll off the couch. I  eventually get to my feet and test things, but my stomach seems to have  settled for the moment. Good. I pad across the floor of our new house,  kicking aside plastic sheeting as I walk.

Clay wanted to build a new house for me, and said he wanted me to make  it my dream house. We got quotes on houses, though, and to build what we  wanted was going to take at least a year and a hell of a lot of money.  And while the money isn't the problem, I got pregnant, and came to the  realization that I didn't want my baby to be born in Clay's trailer or  while I was living at a hotel. Living at the Weston Ranch was completely  out of the question, too.

So we bought a house. Specifically, we bought a house down the street  from Ivy and Boone. Well, it's not exactly "down" the street because  they have a massive ranch, and now we have a slightly less massive  ranch, but we're on the same block. Our house is old and outdated, with  popcorn ceilings and wood paneling everywhere, so while I'm "between"  jobs and pregnant, I've decided to renovate.