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“It’s a long story.” Cord grimaces and leaves without another word.
“Where is he going?”
Flint gives me a big grin. “The man is on his way to break up a wedding.”
I don’t even know what that means, but fortunately, the photos are done and now the world’s hottest wife is walking toward me. Her eyes are brimming with joy, and the happiness radiating from her is brighter than the evening sun.
She leans up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to my lips. “I can’t wait to start my life with you.”
“Me too,” I tell her. Her future is going to be filled with late nights under the stars, beautiful babies, and all the love this cowboy can give her. Yeah, we’re going to have an amazing life together.
Epilogue
Lauren
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“And now it goes into the oven for a little while before I add the cheese and lightly brown that,” I explain more to myself than my husband. He’s been sitting at the kitchen island for the last hour, patiently watching as I assembled my newest casserole creation. I don’t know if it’s going to be any good, but I’ve found I really like experimenting with cooking now that I have a whole kitchen instead of just my kitchenette.
“It should take about an hour,” I turn and beam at my husband, feeling extra proud of today’s accomplishment.
Bronco gives me a look. I know that look in his eyes. It’s always the one he has right before we end up making love.
“And how do you want to fill that hour, Mrs. Hayes?” he asks already pushing away from the island.
“My family is coming over for dinner. I can’t be looking like you just had your way with me,” I protest without any real objection in my tone.
“Promise I’ll put you back exactly how I found you.” As he says the words, he’s crossing the kitchen to sweep me into his arms. He squeezes my hips with his big hands while he nibbles on my neck.
Ever since I got the news yesterday, it makes sense why I constantly want to climb my husband like a tree. I haven’t told him yet. I was planning to tell him tonight only to realize I’m hosting a family dinner with Aunt Elaine and Vale. I decided I would wait until after dinner because it feels like it should be an announcement between the two of us. He’s the first person I want to know about our baby.
“You promise?” I practically purr as his beard rubs against my face, reminding me of how good it felt when he had it between my thighs last night.
“Promise. Now come here.” He tugs me toward the bedroom.
“Strip,” he demands the moment we’re inside. He doesn’t believe in wasting time that could be spent with some part of him deep inside of my pussy.
“So bossy,” I sass as I tug off my skirt and shirt quickly. For a brief second, I wonder if he can tell if anything has changed. Do I look puffier? I feel puffier, slightly bloated like the week before my period.
But Bronco just reaches for the center of his jeans and cups his manhood. “Damn, my wife is hot.”
His words help me to relax and remind me that this is Bronco. The man has never once complained about how I look. If anything, he’s always insisting I need to eat more and encouraging me to wear the clothes that make me happy. He’s proud of my body, and I am too.
I bend and reach for the straps of my kitten heels, aware of the way he can see straight down my bra like this. Yeah, I’m teasing him. I’m teasing both of us.
“Bra and panties off. The heels stay on,” Bronco insists, his voice rough. “Get on your back and spread those thighs for your man. Gonna lick my wife’s pussy now until she’s screaming.”
I peel the material from my body, relieved to know he’s going to take care of this insistent ache between my thighs. Although if I’m being honest, I could probably come just from hearing him say dirty things to me. It’s a side of him I’m discovering more about the longer we’re married.
I spread out on our bed. It’s still amazing to get to say that. We’ve only been married for three months, and everything is still new and exciting between us.
My juices are already dripping from my pussy and if it weren’t for the way that Bronco’s looking at me, I’d find it a little embarrassing. But it always seems to make him hornier when he knows I’m dripping for him.
He yanks off his shirt but doesn’t remove his pants. Instead, he strides to the top of our bed and reaches for my hair. He spreads it across his pillow before he gives a satisfied nod. “Perfect.”
Before I can think on that, he’s positioning himself between my thighs. He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and stares at my wetness for so long that I start to squirm.
“So pretty,” he murmurs then he dips his head and runs his tongue along my seam.
