Butgoddamn.
Maybe evengotdamn.
Lola-Mae reaches behind her, her nails digging into the flesh of my thighs as she begins to roll her hips. She rides me, and hell if I don’t enjoy the rodeo ride she’s giving me, just like I always do.
Clenching my jaw, I slide my hands around to her ass and grab ahold of the flesh there. She moves harder and faster with each roll of her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis as she does.
I’m close.
So damn close.
And when I feel the telltale signs of her orgasm—the fluttering of her pussy around my length, the changes in her breathing, and then her little noises—I know she’s close. Trying to hold off with everything I am, keeping myself from completely losing control, I grip her ass harder. Hoping like hell that she gets there—fast.
When Lola-Mae cries out my name, I know she’s there. Every muscle in her entire body freezes. Her head is still back, her nails fixed into my thighs, and she comes. I lift my hips, keeping her still, fucking her from beneath her own body, once, twice, three times, and then it’s my turn to come.
Hard.
I let out a long groan when my balls draw up, and I come deep inside her body. We stay like that, both of our bodies frozen until my breathing returns to normal. Only then does she release her grasp on my thighs and fall forward, her chest pressing against mine as her lips find purchase on the side of my throat.
My fingertips dance up her spine before they tangle in the strands of her hair. Gently, I tug her head off my throat slightly. She looks up at me, her eyes finding mine, and my lips curve up into a grin.
“Mornin’, darlin’,” I rasp.
A satisfied, lazy smile consumes her face before she laughs softly. “Good morning, Harlan. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“It is a Happy Valentine’s Day,” I state.
She shakes her head once, then lowers her head to touch her lips to mine. I take her left hand in mine, my thumb running across the diamond I put there this last summer.
“My wife,” I murmur. “Lola-Mae Blackmoore.”
“My husband,” she exhales.
My fingers that are still in her hair flex, and then I roll us over until she’s on her back. Unfortunately, I lose our connection when I do, but I don’t care. She’s in my arms and in my home.
Our home.
Our perfect fucking home.
“I love you, Mrs. Blackmoore. Thank you for making this old cowboy happy.”
“I love you too, Harlan. Thank you for writing me naughty notes.”
Touching my mouth to hers, I give her a hard kiss. My life is perfect right now. I couldn’t wish for or ask for anything else in this world. One day, I’d love babies if it’s possible, but right now, this is exactly what it needs to be.
Her and me.
Mr. and Mrs. Blackmoore.
Two Months Later
LOLA-MAE
“Have you told him yet?”
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I shake my head from side to side. Both Shandy and Maisie are staring at me… disapprovingly. They can disapprovingly stare at me all they want, but what I know is that I’m scared to death.
Not because of Harlan. Never because of Harlan. I’m scared to death that I’m going to become my mother. That I will do everything wrong. That I will ruin everything I’ve worked so hard to build and become.
