LOVE ‘EM(61)

I grab my head. “Oh, thank God. I didn’t—I thought you meant—I misunderstood.”

His eyes go wide, and then he pulls back. “You thought I meant take care of it as in—”

“I’m so sorry. I love you too. I do. I have for the longest time.” I throw my arms around Jackson, my heart swelling so big that my poor lungs still can’t take in air. I gasp for breath anyway.

His mouth collides with mine. He pulls me into his lap, kissing me until we’re both more than breathless.

When we come up for air, his hand covers the place where our baby nestles safe and warm. “I would never suggest that, Ronnie. As soon as I found out you were pregnant, I wanted this baby to be mine. But even before that, I wanted you to be mine.”





EPILOGUE





I close the door and flip the safety bar into position. “Alone at last.”

Ronnie shakes her head, and birdseed flies across the room, some of it bouncing off the hotel room carpet. “It’s going to take a week to pick all of this out of my hair.”

I pull her to me, nudging my face into her curls. She smells delicious—a combination of cocoa butter and peaches. “C’mon. I’ll wash your hair for you.”

She pulls back. “Nope. I just had my hair done. I’m not messing it up already.”

I shrug and drag her closer, pressing my hardened dick against her belly. “That’s fine. That just means we get to the pussy eatin’ quicker.”

She licks her lips. “Or the cock sucking. Let’s not forget the really good stuff.”

I spin her around, and her wedding gown flies out around her.

I give her a light push further into the honeymoon suite. “Well, come on. My cock’s ready and I bet if I tuck my finger between those lips down there, your pussy’s ready for me to slurp it up.”

Ronnie rolls her eyes. “My, you must be the most romantic man on this planet.”

I shed my tux jacket. “I was never very romantic, Babe. You know that. But I promise to love and cherish you for eternity.”

She turns her back to me, pointing over her shoulder. “Please.”

My pleasure. I start at the top and pop tiny little pearl buttons, one at a time. Each time one opens, I kiss the bit of skin it exposes. I kneel as I get further along—all the way down her spine to the top of her ass. “I love that ass.”

When the last button is open, the very top of the seam between her cheeks teases me. I slide my hands up her back, beneath the shoulder seams of her dress. I push it off, letting it slip down to her waist.

I span her waist with my hands and slide them to where our baby sleeps in her womb. The warmest sense of satisfaction I’ve ever had washes over me. This is the start of my life. The best parts are still waiting to happen with this woman and this precious life she carries, a life that’s part of me.

I bring my hands back around to her hips, pushing the gown even more. It falls into a heap of frothy lace and other mysterious materials that I know nothing about—except that I like them better on the floor than I do on my woman, doubly so when they cover her body from my sight, and all I want to do is look at her and run my hands over her bare skin.

Her dark eyes watch me over her shoulder as I lay my lips at that beautiful place that her tailbone ends. I slip my thumbs between her cheeks, letting my tongue dip down to slide along the seam of her ass. She groans.

I smack her ass. “Go lay over the side of the bed. I’ve been waiting all day to have you come on my tongue.”

Ronnie steps out of her dress. She sashays to the bed in her lingerie and heels. She lies on her stomach over the high mattress. Her long legs go on forever, the seams of those white stockings are held up by her garter belt…but there are no panties, just as I requested. I reach up and unhook the bra that restrains those magnificent tits. She pulls it off, flinging it off of her hand and across the room.

Moving her feet apart, I push my thumbs in between her cheeks again, spreading them so I can see her asshole, that sweet little button I can’t wait to sink into. I slather my tongue over it, rewarded with another mew from Ronnie. Earning those sounds from her is better than any award Hollywood might give out.

I move down to the real prize, my tongue finding her entrance already damp with her peachy cream. Running my tongue over her clit, I give it a little tickle, and she wiggles for me, her ass brushing my face.

I let out a contented sigh. “Fuck yes.”

I grab her ankles and pull her legs even farther apart, and then I slide my hands up over her calves and the backs of her thighs, all the way to that beautiful ass. I give it a two-handed squeeze. “Mine.”