Page 74 of Rough and Rugged
Laughter turns to a moan as he thrusts inside of me, pinning my legs back against my chest. He lowers close, sealing his lips to mine as he fucks me slowly. I ought to be out there selling donuts or cupcakes or the sweet rolls I am becoming famous for. But nothing else matters now, not when he needs me, and I need him this way.
“Becker,” I whimper, clawing at his shoulders as he pounds into me, his mouth hot as it closes around my nipple. “I’m going to....no, no, I.... oh, yes!” I shout before I again slam my hands over my mouth, laughing.
Face burrowed in my neck, he laughs too. His teeth skim over my skin as he whispers filthy things in my ear. How good I feel, how wet I get for him, how soft my body is beneath his, how he cannot wait to keep me round with his babies for the rest of ever.
“Mine, all mine,” he murmurs against my mouth as he stills inside of me, grasping my hips to tilt me up. As if he can get me pregnant twice.
It makes me want to laugh, but I can’t. The pleasure is too intense. He comes with a roar, jerking inside me with pulse after pulse of his orgasm. Sitting up, he pulls me astride him as we catch our breath. Peppering small kisses over my flushed skin, he fixes my clothes with gentle hands.
Grinning, he sets me on my feet, patting my soft belly. That shimmer of pride in his eyes makes me feel as if I am his entire world. And in a way, he has become my whole world. Mackenzie loves him and he spoils her with gifts or by doing things around our house. She accepts he is my person and whatever that means.
“Can I... I mean it’s just been.... what I mean to say is...” I trail off as a flash of shyness hits me.
Frowning at me, he frames my face in his huge hands. “Talk to me, darlin’. We wasted enough time hiding things, don’t you think? I never want us to keep another secret or hide for a moment what we want.”
“Can I come to the cabin? Not just tonight....”
Becker’s eyes go wide before a grin unlike any I have seen before overtakes his handsome face. I am stunned to see his eyes shimmer with tears. His hands move to cradle my belly as he nods.
“As if you had any other choice now, Bria. You are my entire world. With or without my baby inside you. I need my world close so I can protect it and take care of it. Yes, I want you at the cabin. I will still check on your sister every single morning. Your world becomes my world now, honey. I will always take care of you, I promise.”
“I love you,” I breathe against his lips, letting him kiss me as he lifts me off my feet again.
“I love you back,” he hums between kisses. “As much as I want to steal you for the entire day, I know you have sweets to make. I will be back here to collect my universe later,” he teases, kissing me again.
Laughing when I see several folks waiting, I sigh. He was right, I have sweets to make and bread to bake. With the other lumberjacks buying half my stock, I have my work cut out for me. I do it with a smile, chatting with customers as I sell cupcakes and rolls, never happier.
Everything I have ever wanted is mine. I have my shop, which I adore. I get to bake sweets or bread all day for people who love what I make. Becker is mine, something I never believed could be true. But he is mine and I am his. Now we’re having a baby, giving me the one last thing I have always wanted but only had a taste of.
A family. With Becker, I will build a family, I will get to have all the things I always wanted and give them all the things I never had. Now there is just one thing I want. With my day winding down, I hear the chime of the front door, Becker walking in with exactly what I want most.
“Here you go, honey,” he breezes in just as I am closing. One hand has a strawberry shake and the other, a basket of the best fries in town.
“I said I loved you earlier, but now I have no doubts. I love you.”
“Good deal, because I love you and I plan to for the rest of my life. You good with that, darlin’?”
“Yeah, lumberjack, I am good with that.”
Epilogue
Becker
OneYearLater...
Sunrise is my favorite time of the day.
Sitting in bed, watching the pinks and oranges flood the skies, I am reminded how lucky I am. Curled up beside me, my wife cradles our son, his tiny arms clutching at her. Reaching over, I rub my hand over her round belly, whispering the way I do each morning to our baby girl.
Being a mother suits Bria. With our son, she was positively glowing the entire pregnancy. We both loved the way her body changed, how her soft stomach rounded. How sensitive she became to my touch. It was no wonder we got pregnant again so soon after she had Bennett. I told her I plan to keep her pregnant, and I meant that.
“Morning, handsome,” her voice purrs, causing my hand to still on her warm belly.
“Morning, beautiful,” I whisper back, bending to nuzzle against her and Bennett, snuggling them both.
“Do I need to get up?” she mumbles, drawing me and our son closer.
“No honey. Baby vacation, remember? Mackenzie is taking care of the shop for a few weeks.”