“I really don’t remember you proposing or, more importantly, saying yes,” Zoe managed to point out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to licking.
“I did. You just don’t remember,” Trevor said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her crazy.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did,” Trevor said, sliding his finger between her slit to tease her entrance.
“I think I would have remembered that,” Zoe said, licking her lips as her body trembled in anticipation.
“You were overcome with joy. In fact, if memory serves me correctly, you said the sooner, the better because you were looking forward to waking up at three in the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body twenty-four-seven, so really you should be-”
“You’re right,” Zoe said, panting as she rolled her hips into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her. “You did propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move on now to the actual sex now, right?” she asked, sounding desperate and not really caring at the moment.
He chuckled, the bastard. “I suppose we could do that,” Trevor said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm. As he fingered her, he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, before pausing between her legs to drive her insane by taking her clit between his lips and sucking.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her. After a minute, he pressed one last kiss to her wet slit before he pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to press a tender kiss where their babies were.
Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she knew that he was setting her up for. When he took her mouth in a hungry kiss, she slid her hands down his back and between them, cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust against her hand.
Without any hesitation, she released the two buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small groan, he removed his finger and slid inside her. She couldn’t believe how good he felt.
Without a condom, she could feel the smooth velvety skin and hard veins to perfection. He felt so good, so right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he was thrusting his cock inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
“Love you, Zoe,” he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.
She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but he chose that moment to do a twisting thrust with his hips that sent her flying. Digging her nails into his back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that only seemed to set him off. He began pounding into her until she was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of the couch. In seconds, he had her screaming his name as he groaned his own release.
For several minutes, they lay there trying to catch their breath as they held each other tightly. They probably would have stayed that way for the rest of the night if her traitorous stomach hadn’t growled, startling them both.
With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again to press a tender kiss to her stomach. “I guess it’s time to feed the baby,” he said, looking truly happy and she couldn’t help but smile.
Never in a million years would she have thought that a woman like her could make a man like him happy, but she did and for the first time in her life she was truly content. She had a good job, adorable dogs, babies on the way and a man that she fell in love with more with each passing day.
“I’ll go make you a sandwich,” Trevor said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that she also had a man that she loved to torment.
“Better make it two. You do know that we’re having twins, right?” she asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he stumbled.
Epilogue
Eight years later...
“Everyone else is bringing homemade food,” Zoe mumbled, feeling embarrassed that she still hadn’t mastered the art of cooking, well, at least, not baking even after all these years.
After five failed cooking classes and Haley’s guidance, she could now sauté, grill, broil, boil, dice, and peel with the best of them, but she hadn’t quite got the hang of baking. Even those brownies and cakes in a box gave her trouble and to date, she hadn’t had any of them come out like they were supposed to, that is, come out of the oven looking like food. She either burned everything, undercooked it, or some weird combination of both. Haley was determined to help her and she appreciated it, especially since knowing how to bake would come in pretty handy with her household of Bradfords.
“Well, not everyone is as busy as my baby so they can all,” Trevor’s eyes shot down to their seven-year-old twins, Jonathan, a.k.a. “Johnnie”, and Sebastian, and their six-year-old twins, Mathew and Jessica, who were all looking up at their father innocently, too innocently, Zoe noted, “go suck an egg,” Trevor finished, pursing his face up like he’d swallowed a lemon much to their children’s delight.
Zoe narrowed her eyes on the two sets of fraternal twins, and she thanked God every day that they weren’t identical because she really didn’t know how she’d handle the little deviants if she couldn’t tell them apart. When all four of them turned those charming Bradford smiles on her, she knew that it was going to be bad.
Very bad.
“What did you do?” Zoe demanded, trying to cross her arms over her chest and look stern, but unfortunately for her, it never really had much of an effect on her kids.
“Why, whatever do you mean, Mommy?” Sebastian, the perfect picture of innocence, asked. Like the rest of his siblings, he had her hair and eyes, but his father’s devastatingly good looks and charm and wasn’t afraid to use them.
“What did you kids-” Trevor started to say, no doubt noting the sweet smiles on their faces and becoming as frightened as she was, only to be interrupted when one of the cashiers, a pretty blonde in her late twenties who’d been eying Trevor like candy since they’d walked in, announced that their order was ready. After giving the children a look of warning, Trevor gave her a quick kiss and went to the counter to get the boxes of baked goods.
