Our now, I thought, and let the words settle under my ribs.
“First night,” he whispered into my hair, that smile heard, not seen.“First of everything.”
“First of everything,” I echoed, and rolled to face him.
I ran my fingers through his unruly hair, trailed them down his neck, his shoulder, trailing down to his pec and then danced along his abs, my hand searching for something I had missed. I wrapped my hand around his already hard cock and squeezed.
Brody's eyes shuttered closed as he groaned, pushing his hips into me."Cass."
"I missed him about as much as I missed you, Mr.Palmer."I teased."You know my favourite part about us living together may be the whole sleeping naked thing."
He opened his eyes, a cheeky grin playing across his face, "I may have to agree with you if this ends up being our new bedtime routine."
I pushed him onto his back and maneuvered myself between his muscular thighs."Let me show you how much I missed you..."
Brody's eyes flared with heat as I took a similar path with my tongue that my fingers had not long ago.I licked and kissed my way down his body, loving the sounds that came out of him.Loving the way his body tensed, how he bucked his cock up, and I could feel the precum making a mess of us.I could feel myself growing wetter.I had never been so turned on about going down on someone as I was with him.I loved how much he loved it.
I was purposely taking my time, and I knew it was working when Brody growled, "You are killing me, Cassidy.I need my cock in you."
I put my lips to the head of his cock, eyes locked on him as I said, "That is what I am working towards, Mr.Palmer.Let me take my time tasting my fiancée."
Brody's eyes blew out wide as I kept eye contact with him and slowly took his cock in my mouth.My hand and mouth worked in time with his thrusts.
He looked absolutely feral in the firelight.I sucked and licked and nipped him until I could feel he was about to explode.But then he was pulling me up his body, so that I was straddling his iron-hard length.I tilted and then rocked my hips, while he punched up his hips, and I almost came off the feeling of him slamming up into me.
My whole body felt lit up, my skin on fire.
Brody grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me down into a bruising kiss.He kissed me with the same force that he fucked me with.
Nipping my bottom lip, he growled, "Cum with me, wifey."
And holy fuck did I.
I came so hard I thought I might pass out, my walls clenched and spasmed around him until he was following me.He held me on top of him until our heartbeats slowed, while he played with my hair and rubbed his calloused hand down my back.
Later, after we had cleaned up and climbed back into our bed together again, I fell asleep, nuzzled into Brody's side with a smile on my face.
Chapter 53
Winter passed quietly, the kind that settles slowly.
By the time the snow melted, our routines had rooted themselves: mornings with coffee, kisses, and Brody’s easy hum moving through the small space, afternoons spent writing at the little built-in desk he made for me, evenings that smelled like something we made together simmering on the stove.
The world outside kept going, emails, deadlines, the slow miracle of my next book taking shape, but in here, life had found a different pace.One that made sense.One that fit.
Our now.
Thankfully Andrew had been convinced by his lawyer to plead guilty to avoid the ordeal that going to trial would cause.His lawyer knew that with the live recordings of Andrew, all the evidence of his attack and everything else we had against him it would be a brutal trial forhim.And with that I was able to close that chapter of my life and focus solely on my life now.
The land was starting to show its next stage.Stakes in the ground, orange lines pulled between them.Brody and Chase arguing cheerfully over the best angle for the front porch.My dad pretending not to enjoy “supervising.”On weekends, Adam and Dean came by with extra hands, and my mom showed up with muffins that everyone devoured.
And Clara, radiant, round, and exhausted, was due any day.
When the call came that her water had broken, we barely made it to the hospital before Mason came running out of her room, tears streaming down his face, crowing, “It’s a girl.”
The words felt like sunlight through a window.
The room was all soft chaos.Clara was pale but glowing, and Mason hovered right beside her bed, while nurses moved around quietly.Jackson sat on the chair beside the bed, tiny hands clutching a teddy bear that looked almost bigger than him.
