Buck leans over, kissing me on the cheek. “I’m pretty sure I got the better end of the deal.” His hand wraps around my waist and I draw in a long breath, loving that this moment is so calm compared to the day the girls were born.
I truly didn’t know if it was Buck who had been shot. When I was carried into the ambulance, and saw Buck climbing in behind me, I lost it. I clung to that man and vowed I’d never, ever, let go.
I haven’t.
We got married a month later, on Christmas Eve. There was no reason to wait. We knew that life was precious, something to hold.
“I love you, darling,” he whispers now, in my ear. “I don’t think I could be any happier than I am right now.” He kisses me on the mouth, a mouth I love, a mouth I have memorized.
I kiss him back, knowing that tonight, I am going to make him even happier.
Late at night, after family and friends have left, and after we’ve tucked the girls into bed, Buck and I have our fun.
Like we do most every night. He can’t keep his hands off of me, even though I am easily fifteen pounds heavier than the day we met, and even though my curvy ass is even more curvy than before – he loves putting his hands on me, and I love how it feels to be touched by a man who loves me more than life itself.
My ass is in his face, mostly because I get off so fast when he licks my pussy. And I love to touch his long, hard cock when he’s flicking my clit. His tongue rolls up and down my length, tickling me, causing me to pull his cock from my mouth and laugh. “Buck, let me focus,” I tease.
I run my tongue up and down his thick shaft, worshipping the cock that made me a mother. I suck him hard, wrapping my lips around him, and filling my mouth up nice and good. He likes it when I take him as fully as I can, and I won’t deny my man what he loves.
Especially not when his beard is between my legs, making my pussy wet as hell, as he sucks hard against my clit.
“Ohh, Buck,” I moan, so close to coming. I want to taste his salty come though, so I keep sucking as an orgasm rolls though me.
“Oh, baby,” he says. “You taste so fucking good.” His tongue moves so fast against me, I feel myself slick, and it makes me move my hips, grinding my ass against him. He is so close too, and I pump his shaft as I suck, until he comes, hard and fast in my mouth.
I swallow his seed, loving the way he tastes, too, and I pull him from my mouth wanting his come on my breasts, on my nipples. Wanting to be coated in my husband, in the father of my children.
“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Buck groans, coming in ribbons of sky cream on my tits. He presses a finger in my pussy, thrusting deep against my g-spot as I come harder and harder, until I am gasping for breath.
I fall over in the bed, completely undone.
“What the hell was that, Buck?” I grin in the darkness. “You just completely finger fucked me. The sheets are soaked.”
“My darlin’ loves nothing more than to get her pussy pounded.”
We stop laughing, eventually, and catch our breath.
The lights are off; the house is quiet besides our blissed out sighs of contentment. Buck runs his hand over the soft hair between my legs. “You make me so happy, Rosie,” he whispers in the dark.
“Can I make you happier?” I ask, cupping his balls, just the way he likes.
“I just got to lick your perfect cunt for a solid hour, I think that was my birthday, Christmas and anniversary gift all wrapped into one.”
I crawl closer to him, tracing the deer tattoo on his chest. “Nope. I have something else to give you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmmhhmm.” I kiss his collarbone, his ear. I kiss his lips, his nose. I love Buck so completely, so fully. Want to make him the happiest man on earth. I pull up, and straddle him, and then taking his hands and resting them below my belly button.
“I’m pregnant, Buck.”
Even in the darkness, I swear I can see his smile beaming bright.
It brings tears to my eyes.
“Don’t cry, Rosie,” he says, bringing his hands to my face.
I hold his hand against my cheek. “No, baby, they are tears of joy. All the things we missed last time, when we were apart, this time, we can share. This time we can have these firsts together.”
He pulls me to him, and he kisses me deeply, our bodies colliding, our hearts one. I lay on his chest, cradled in his arms, our new baby between us.
I have a house that is a home, a man who is mine, and three children to watch grow.
Buck is my mountain man, but he is also my forever.
TIMBER (Jax and Harper’s Story!)
JAX
I've been called wild. Dirty. Untamed.
I moved to the woods to get away from the bullsh*t of the city. People there don't understand a man like me.