“Anything you want, baby doll. I’ll build it.”
“Liar,” she teases.
“All right. I won’t build it, but I’ll have it built,” I correct, knowing I won’t be spending my days building a barn. I like my days with her and helping her with the animals, teaching her how to care for some of them.
“You’re right, though. We’ll need someone when the baby comes.” She places her hand on top of mine.
“Maybe Blake’s wife, Luciana, will know someone looking for some work. Her family is moving out this way and maybe they want to help.”
“I love that idea.”
“I love you,” I tell her, leaning down and placing my mouth to hers.
My hands and mouth start to roam, and I give her two more orgasms before exhaustion takes her. She sleeps softly in the sunshine without a worry in the world.
Epilogue
Addison
Two years later…
“Happy birthday,” I say, leaning against the doorframe.
“Oh shit,” Trace whispers and sits up on the bed.
Today’s his birthday, and I wanted to do something special. We had some family time this afternoon with everyone, but tonight is for him. And for me, too, I guess.
“Where did you get that?” His voice is low, but a little dangerous.
“I ordered it online. I wasn’t sure it would fit around my belly, but I wanted to dress up for you.” I shrug one shoulder and give him a wink. “You know, give you something to unwrap.”
I’d told him I had a surprise for him, so he needed to strip down and get on the bed. I’m not sure how much longer he’s going to stay there, though, with the way he’s gripping the sheets. The cotton can’t take much more.
“Get your little ass over here,” he says, and I giggle.
I’m not really little anymore. He’s made sure to keep me more than fed at every meal, and pregnant every chance he gets. But he seems to love every new curve that pops up on my body, so I’m okay with it.
I play with the white ribbon that’s keeping the sheer material over my breasts in place. One small tug and they’d be exposed to him. Under the camisole, I’m wearing sheer brief panties with ruffles that cover my bottom. I turn around, lifting my top a little so he can see them.
“I thought you might like to look me over before you take it off me.”
“You keep teasing me much longer and it will be in pieces. Is that what you want, baby doll?”
“Maybe,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him.
He growls, and before I can react, he’s got my ass on the edge of the bed and he's ripping my panties off me. I can’t stop the giggle that escapes me as he does it.
“Untie the bow. Show me those milky tits.”
I clench at his dirty words. I do what he says, and then moan as he moves down between my legs. His mouth goes to my pussy, and the warm, wet heat of his tongue has me rocking my hips. There is nothing better than his tongue on me. Well, except maybe when he’s inside me. Or kissing me. Or everything.
He places his big hand on my round belly, and he keeps it there as he eats me. It’s a possessive hold, and one he does often. To remind me that I’m pregnant with his baby and that he put it there.
I cum easily, giving him what he wants in under thirty seconds. I was an easy trigger before, but pregnancy has made me even more sensitive.
He licks up my passion and then stands up. My ass is at the edge of the bed, and he puts my ankles over his shoulder before thrusting his cock into my wet folds.
“Trace,” I moan as his fingers intertwine with mine.
He gets me off twice more before he finds his own climax inside of me. But he’s nowhere close to finished.
He lifts me, carefully placing me in the center of the bed. Then his mouth is on mine. He's kissing me in a way that steals my breath, giving me a piece of him. I run my fingers through his hair, and when I can’t stand it anymore, he breaks the kiss and moves his mouth down my chin and to my breast. He licks me there, and I can feel the warm release of my milk into his mouth. He moans as he rubs his cock on my clit, teasing me.
“Trace,” I beg, because he knows exactly what to do to make me crazy for him.
“You want me?” he asks, his voice cocky and seductive.
This was supposed to be me teasing him, but it’s somehow turned the other way around. I’m lost in a tailspin of desire, and he’s the one who’s got all the control. So much for my seductive talk. I’m the one begging, wound so tight that one thrust will make me climax.
“I want you more than anything in the world. I love you so much, Trace.” They’re the words he loves to hear when we are in bed together. That I want him, that I need him, and that I love him.