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“Jesus, sweetheart. Your hormones are really raging out of control these days.”
“It’s not hormones. It’s you. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not,” I assure her, placing my cock in the right position for the kind of deep penetration she likes.
I give her a tender kiss. Then I slide into her slowly, an inch or so at a time. Slow strokes keep her in the pleasure zone. I don’t want my old lady feeling any discomfort when we fuck. So, I don’t rush. When I’m all the way inside, I rest for a moment, touching our foreheads.
“Are you okay, sweetness?”
“Yeah,” she answers a little breathlessly. “I always am with you, babe. In fact, I’m ready when you are.”
I move in and out, using my hips rather than my full body. I go as deep as I think is safe and set a steady rhythm. Each thrust gets a response from Jules. She moans her pleasure in my ear, scrapes her nails gently down my back, and meets me thrust for thrust. We have our way of moving together, a rhythm that’s all our own.
“Flint,” she whispers breathlessly.
Running my lips over her temple, I whisper back, “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I love you,” she says, throwing her head back.
“I love you too, Jules.”
The slow steady rhythm of our lovemaking moves her up the mattress an inch at a time. I wrap my arm under her back and pull her back down onto my cock. When she goes a little wild beneath me, I file that movement away in my mind for later use.
The next thing I know, her body is convulsing around my cock. She clamps down so hard, it feels like being choked. She screams my name when she comes. I’m not far behind her, coming just as hard a minute or two later. I breathe her name, a mere whisper on my lips as I shudder against her. I’m careful to keep my full weight off her. We lie there for a long time before I pull out and move to the side.
I roll her and pull her back against my chest. Splaying my hand on her belly, I keep it there.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“Never better.”
We stay like that for a long time before I feel the baby move under my hand. “Did you feel that, sweetness?”
“Yeah, our baby is really active today.”
“It means he’s really strong.”
“It might be a she,” Jules reminds me.
“I’d be happy with either,” I tell her. “Honestly, any child is a blessing and a healthy one most of all.”
She murmurs her agreement before drifting off to sleep in my arms. I can see my ring glittering on her finger, and I can’t help but think what a lucky fucker I am. I’ve got everything a man could ever want. A business of my own, a home I renovated myself, a woman with a kind heart who actually loves me, and a baby on the way. There is not one single thing my life is missing. Now I have to concentrate on taking good care of what I have. I won’t give Jules a reason to ever regret settling down with me.
Epilogue
Jules
I’m eight months pregnant and getting married today. Yes, I look like a pumpkin with legs, but I don’t care. I’m wearing a white evening gown that shows off my belly because that’s how I like it. I originally thought it would be cute, but now I’m thinking maybe I look like a white balloon that’s ready to be popped. I stand sideways in front of the mirror as Tessa artfully drapes tulle around my gown. I have to admit that she’s got a talent for juicing up the look.
Lauren comes rushing in. “You are not going to believe who Uncle Daniel’s plus one is.”
Even though my ankles are swollen, my back hurts, and I feel like I need to pee for the third time this morning, I perk up. “Let me guess. He brought a mafia princess wearing a designer gown and dripping with diamonds. How close am I?”
She looks confused for a second before saying, “Yes and no. He brought his adoptive mom, but she looks very much like a mafia princess from her day.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to meet her,” I say excitedly, meaning it.
A knock sounds at the door.
