When her core tightens on my finger, ready to explode, I pull back and wipe my beard and face off with my hand. Standing, I drop my cargo pants and step out of my boots. My cock drips cum from the tip, eager to claim her.
“Sit up, but don’t turn around, Evie,” I order, my voice strained and gravelly with need for her. She sits on the edge of the bed, her back still to me. Gripping the box, I open it up and pull out the butter-soft leather. Sliding her arm through one side, I take her other and help her get it on. She looks down, and I hear the gasp, but all I see is my name on her back. “You’re mine now.” I push her back down by the nape of her neck, and when she’s in position, I line up my cock and slam into her.
Evie cries out, then moans as I set a hard, fast pace. I’m relentless, needing to make her totally mine with my baby in her belly. She comes screaming my name, but I don’t stop. Focusing on that property patch spurs me on for another orgasm. Her hands claw at the bedding as I ride her harder.
“Give me another, baby.” I smack her ass when she tries to push away.
“I can’t, Lucian. It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” Taking her up again, her body starts clenching and is primed and ready for me. I drag my thumb through her cum before circling her rosette.
“Oh my god, Lucian. Oh my god,” she prays, and I press my thumb into her still-virgin ass. She explodes, and I pump through her tightness until my balls climb up and my cock head penetrates her cervix, causing me to explode, unloading all my jizz deep inside her.
“You’ll be pregnant soon, my love.”
We stay connected as I fall over her body and press her farther into the bed. When I’m finally able to move, I slide from her pussy and walk to the bathroom, grab a washcloth, and clean myself up. In the bedroom, Evie remains in the same position, and I gently clean her, too, before sliding her up the bed and under the covers.
I stand there staring at Evie as she sleeps, coming down from the lovemaking high. I have one last thing to do, and before I get dressed and walk out to my office, I do it. My heart settles in my chest. She loves me. She’s mine fully and completely. Soon she’ll carry my baby and my name.
An hour later, I’m working on some business financials when I feel eyes on me. Evie stands in the doorway to my office. She’s in a pair of lounge pants, my shirt from earlier, and her cut. The sight is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Evie holds up her left hand and wiggles her fingers. “Care to explain? You didn’t ask. I know you fucked me into unconsciousness, but still, I’d remember that conversation.”
Getting up from the desk, I walk around it and over to her, tugging her through the doorway, then closing and locking the doors with the above-the-door jamb bars so we won’t be interrupted.
“First, baby, I love hearing you cuss. Second, I’m not going to ask. I’m in charge, remember? Third, I’m fucking you in my office right now.”
I drag her over to the sofa while she protests. “But, Lucian, aren’t you going to ask me?”
“No. Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Could you be carrying my baby now?”
“Well, maybe.” She bites her lip as I lift her onto my lap when I settle us on the couch.
“Are you wearing my property patch?”
“Yes.” She blushes as she looks down. I lift her chin, taking her lips in a passionate kiss.
“I don’t have to ask if you’ve already agreed to all those other things. It’s a given that you’ll marry me now.” She huffs but then gives in to me as she stares at the ring. “It was my grandmother’s.”
“Okay,” she replies, and I shake my head at her.
“Babe, it wasn’t a question.” I proceed to make love to her right there on my sofa before we go across the street for dinner.
Chapter Ten
Evelise
Standing in my salon, I spin around, taking in everything I’ve accomplished in the week since Lucian and the guys made my dreams come true. I can’t believe I have contracts with designers to showcase their one-of-a-kind clothing. I’ll also include a small section dedicated to bridesmaid dresses and wedding gowns. A few renderings of my designs are on display on the wall as well. Seamstresses are working hard so we can sell them in multiple quantities, sizes, and colors.
I’m still wrapping my head around this being my new life. Next week is Thanksgiving, and I’m excited because Lucian promised he would try to get my parents and Gigi back here so we can celebrate together. Ruby called the other day and said she could be coming home soon, too.
To keep Justin at bay, Lucian is having our engagement announcement spread across the state. I’m sure Justin has given up, though. What would be the point of his coming after me now? I’m with Lucian. I’m not about to marry anyone but him.
Just this morning, I found out I was pregnant after taking a test. I swore Lach to secrecy; I want to be the one who tells Lucian. If I can keep the secret long enough, I might not tell him until my parents arrive, but that likely won’t go over very well either, so I’ve ordered a special gift to surprise him.
