Bringing my mouth down to his where our world’s clash and the fire ignites deep in my belly, I moan, “Yes,” as the fire begins to reach a higher Fahrenheit. He slams into me one more time, hitting deep inside me and igniting the explosion as we both lose ourselves in each other.
Dropping onto his chest, my chest rises and falls as I attempt to bring my body down from yet another orgasm. I flip onto my side and he pulls me into him, the sweat from our love making sliding between us.
“Sleep, baby. Everything is going to be all that you ever wanted from here on out.”
I smile, closing my eyes with his words floating in my brains and his body flush against my back as sleep takes hold.
“This doesn’t fit like it used to!” I complain to Layla, who’s standing next to me in the mirror.
She laughs, pulling down the bottom of the vest. “It will, give it time.”
“Time?” I mock. “Layla, Israel is three this Thursday… THREE! I’ve had three years to lose these hips.”
“The hips are hot, you’re a smoking hot mama. Your tummy is as flat as mine and you’ve had a kid, stop whining and zip up the damn patch.”
After successfully zipping up my property patch, I shove my boots over my skinny jeans and take one more look in the mirror. “I look like a whore.”
Layla laughs, wrapping her arms around me. “I love that you cuss more now.”
Shoving her away, I laugh as I pick up my phone and push it into my pocket. Walking out the clubhouse bathroom, we make our way to the bar where all the men are sitting around with Israel and Garret sitting beside Beast drawing pictures.
“Hey,” I say, walking up to the table. Beast smiles, bringing his eyes up to mine slowly and when he sees me, his eyes pause and run over my body slowly, devouring me with a simple stare. I continue walking toward them taking a seat on the other side of Issy. “Hey baby, whatcha drawing?” I ask, leaning onto the table.
She smiles, handing me the picture and her little eyes warm my heart. She has Beast’s dark hair with my blue eyes and my dimples. She’s the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen. Garret is older now, nine going on eighteen, but he takes care of her like she was his little sister.
Looking down at the picture, it’s filled with one big colorful scribble across the top of the page. “Is that a rainbow?” I ask, and she nods her head with a smile.
I look back down to it and see a stick figure standing in front with another little stick figure on top of the shoulders of the big stick figure and my eyes well up in tears. Looking back to her, I run my finger down her milky skin, wiping the tears from my eyes. “Is this you and Daddy?” I whisper to her, bringing my face down to hers.
Her face beams up as her eyes fill with love and admiration for her father, her hero, her very own and very first love. Nodding her head, she leans into Beast, her tiny little body looking more like the body of a baby and not like the body of a three-year-old because of her father’s size.
Wiping the tears that have fallen down my cheeks, I nod my head, bringing my eyes up to Beast. “I remember drawing a picture when I was four. It had to be about our dad and something that reminded us of them, how they made us feel,” I whisper. Beast whispers into Israel’s ear, and nudges his head to Garret as he takes her hand in his and walks her out to the playground we had built at the back of the compound where we have the bonfires.
“I remember drawing the picture, not knowing, just by following the instructions that the teacher had given me. When she saw it, her hand flew to her mouth and she dropped the paper onto the floor. I wondered what I’d done wrong. I didn’t know that what I’d done was wrong.” I look to him, my face now covered in tears, his eyes strained in stress and his jaw ticking under the pressure he’s placing on it. “I remember wishing I had a father that would take me out for ice creams and make me laugh. I remember wishing I had a father like you, Beast. One that would carry me on his shoulders and love me unconditionally.”
He pulls me up and places me on his knee. “Baby, I will always be that man to Issy, to all of our children that we may or may not have.”
“Not,” I add in there quickly. My labor was horrendously long. I do not plan on having another.
“But I’m that man for you, too. I’ll be all that and more for you, babe. Forever, I’m not going anywhere.” He pulls a little box out of his pocket and I gasp out in shock as he flips it open. “I know you know that this patch means more to me than a wedding, but I want to have you every way that I can. Wife, girlfriend, partner, Old Lady, I want it all. I need every bit of you, Meadow. I need you to consume me forever. Will you marry me?”