Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(25)

Gently, he removed my clothes, dropping the shabby plaid shirt and jeans  to the floor. He was tender as he stroked my curves, lovingly cupping  my breasts in the palms of his hands, running his fingers softly over my  wet slit. When he got to my belly, he traced it reverently, murmuring,  "Were you ever going to tell me?"

I flushed. "Yes, I was calling to say that you're going to be a father  again," I said simply, letting my body tell its story. He pressed an ear  against my burgeoning stomach, worshipping my new curves. "Wildflower,"  he ground out. "I can't wait."

I knew what he wanted. I lay back on the quilt as he shucked off his  clothes, his male member engorged and aroused. The ten inch length waved  proudly in the cold air before he covered me with his body, his warmth  surrounding me, penetrating me. With a growl, he took me fully in one  motion, his cock entering my depths, making me a whole woman once again.

"Luke!" I cried out, my body rocking underneath his.

"Shhh, Wildflower, Wildflower," he hushed, my name a prayer on his lips.  He moved in me like the rolling waves of the sea, with a naturalness  born of the surety of belonging. I clasped him to me, his broad  shoulders a life raft as I was swept into the escalating whirlpool of  sensations. I could feel my body trembling, the heat pooling between my  legs and Luke seized a nipple in his mouth, the bud already hard as my  pussy undulated beneath him.         

     



 

"Oh Luke!" I cried as I orgasmed. My pussy clenched around him for the  first time in five months, hungrily milking him as if he'd never been  gone. He joined me in release as his cock spurted, wild streams of semen  shooting deeply into my cunny, spraying my insides with rope after rope  of virile, viscous sperm. I loved every second of it and began crying  softly, burying my face against his shoulder.

Slowly, his hips ground to a halt and he just let me cry for a while,  our bodies still entangled in the aftermath of our journey together. He  was big, virile, and impossibly sexy, even through the cascade of tears.

Without pulling out, he caught my lips in a kiss. "Wildflower, we're getting married," he stated simply.

"What do you mean?" I couldn't process anything with my emotions in overdrive, but Luke seemed grimly determined.

"We're in Alaska, which permits marriages between step-siblings," he  said. "If we get married here, everything will be legit and we can start  our lives anew."

Was it true? Had I been so naïve as to think that all states prohibited marriages between steps?

"But what about Sabrina? What about our families?" I asked tentatively.

"They're taken care of," he ground out. "Sabrina was nothing, she'll  never show her face again. But your mother  … " his voice trailed off.  "Your mother was the one who masterminded the whole scheme. Your mom  wanted to punish Robert because she believed he purposefully never gave  her a cent for your upbringing. But actually, the money was never his.  It was always my mom's family fortune that funded his lifestyle," he  said.

"My mom?" I asked dumbfounded. "Lilly was the one behind all of this?"

He nodded grimly. "I was going to destroy her as well, but realized that  she was nothing but a sad old lady. And more importantly, the  grandmother of our two children," he said, lightly tracing his fingers  over my stomach again.

But I still had questions.

"How did you know where I was? How did you find me?" I asked softly.

"Wildflower, I knew where you were as soon as you arrived in Alaska. You  think this boarding house really had a need for an assistant cook? You  think Miss Lyons wanted to take another child into her daycare program? I  needed to make sure you and Georgie were taken care of, even if you  never wanted to see me again," he said, his anguish apparent in the set  of his shoulders.

"I couldn't bear the thought that you might never want to see me again,  but I followed you here anyways. Imagine my torment when I saw that you  were pregnant! I almost confronted you with the knowledge, but knew you  had to come to me on your own terms."

"Were you going to come to me, Wildflower?" he said. "Are you dating that guy Danny? Tell me no." His eyes pleaded with me.

My feelings were so overwhelming that I could do nothing but smile sweetly at him and take him into my arms.

"Oh Luke, of course not. I've missed you so much," I said, the words  rushing out. "Of course I was going to call you. I did, didn't I? I  wanted you to know that you were going to be a father again, and not  repeat the mistakes of the past," I said, cradling him close.

"And Danny is nothing to me, just a way to break the monotony  sometimes," I added. "But your son is popular here," I said  mischievously. "He's the new mascot for the Kilukut Boarding House, and  the oilmen love him."

Luke frowned. "I'm taking you away, you know. You and Georgie both. No  child of mine is growing up in a boarding house with a bunch of  journeymen hustlers." But he softened when he saw my silent plea. "But  these people have been good to you, and I appreciate that. That's the  thing Wildflower. I've realized that I can't just steamroll you into  whatever I want  …  moving in, having a baby, getting married. I want  …   no, I need to make sure that that's what you want too."

"I know, Luke," I said, throwing my arms around him. "I know."

"So Alana Johnson  … " he said tentatively, taking my hand in his. "Will  you marry me? Will you marry me in this little paradise of a town called  Kilukut?"         

     



 

My heart overflowed with happiness. With a smile meant only for my man, I  nodded and kissed him deeply, letting him feel my overwhelming joy.

"Yes, Luke. I will marry you," I murmured, and kissed him again, belonging to him always, now and forever.





EPILOGUE




Six months later  …

I looked at Luke playing with our daughter Madeline. She was the  spitting image of her father, the same dark hair and blue eyes, but with  my dimples and sweet smile. She gurgled happily at him, and I could  tell our little girl already had her father wrapped around her finger.

Luke looked up and caught my eye, smiling with a hint of devilishness.  My husband was a handsome specimen of a man, and I felt a lash of heat  run through my body, pooling in that secret space between my legs. I  shifted Georgie in my arms and leaned forward for a kiss, his tongue  immediately snaking between my lips and a telltale bulge forming at his  crotch.

"Now Luke  … " I said playfully.

Our wedding had been nothing but happiness and light. We'd had a small  ceremony, inviting only a few friends from Kilukut, and settled into a  cottage by the river. Luke managed his business remotely from Alaska,  and flew to New York whenever there were pressing issues. But for the  most part, he was here with us, starting a new life away from the pains  and complications of the old.

Because you see, Luke is my stepbrother. That fact can't be  controverted. But our love is borne of something more than just step  relations. It's the true feeling of destiny between a man and woman, and  no one, and nothing, can deny that.

I hope my story inspires you not to judge because human beings and human  relations will always be complicated  …  but I've been so lucky and happy  in my life, and I only wish the same good fortune for everyone around  me. The best of luck to you and your family.

Take care,

Alana Johnson Miller



THE END