It’s been two months since I moved to Colorado with him, and things between us are amazing. I’ve been getting tons of remote assignments to keep me busy, because I still do want to work even though I have that trust from Dad at my disposalnow; while writing isn’t my first passion, like photography is, I’m really starting to love it.
The Night Hawks have been killing it this season and there’s lots of buzz going around about a second shot at the Stanley Cup.
More than that, I love the life we’re building together. I’m enjoying my pregnancy, and we’re looking for a bigger place for our growing family. I have most of my best friends close, and my relationships with Dad and Aiden have been thriving. Dad and Brigid are even planning on bringing Keira to Denver to visit when the baby comes.
Now that I’ve let go of my need to find a “perfect” man, I’ve gained a pretty perfect partner.
When we finally get Gizmo clean and I let him go, he bolts out of the tub and the bathroom, no doubt to hide or pee in our shoes out of revenge.
Chuckling, Zander helps me to my feet and turns the shower on.
“Your turn,” he grins.
“Oh?” I smirk. “I need to clean up too?”
“Yeah you do, you dirty girl. Now strip.”
I giggle. “I thought I was the bossy one.”
We both get naked and climb into the shower together. Immediately, Zander grabs me and pulls me into a rough, hot kiss. I gasp, slipping my arms around his neck and pressing my body tight to his. He’s so solid. So strong.
I feel so safe and secure when I’m in his arms.
He directs me under the water spray to soak my hair, then grabs my shampoo and massages it onto my head. He continues to work his fingers down my neck and across my shoulders, making the knots he finds melt away until I’m gooey and relaxed.
After rinsing out my hair and conditioning it, he grabs the body wash and loofa and starts to gently scrub my skin. He takeshis time, dragging his hands down my arms and around to my chest to cup my breasts.
“Kodiak,” I murmur when he flicks my nipples with his thumbs.
“Yeah, Wildcard?”
“Don’t tease me… I need you.”
“You’re ready for me?”
One thing about pregnancy is that I’m horny all the damn time. My body is soft and wet and ready at the drop of a hat.
Reaching around, I wrap my fingers around his cock and guide him toward my pussy. Grunting, he hooks one of my legs around his arm and lifts it, then bends me forward slightly so he has a better angle to slide inside me.
“Oh, my God!” I cry out as pleasure explodes through me.
“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growls. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
“Fuck me, Zander,” I whimper. “Fuck me hard.”
The man does not disappoint. He thrusts his hips, pumping in and out of me without restraint. I grab the bar the shower head is attached to so I don’t fall over and slap my other hand against the shower wall. I don’t bother to stifle the noises I make as he drills into me harder and harder. The pleasure is so intense… so all-consuming… nothing else exists to me but the man at my back and what he’s doing to me.
My man. My Zander. My Kodiak.
He’s everything I could’ve ever hoped for, and so much more I didn’t know I needed. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. Can’t even perceive a future without him.
“Fuck, Rylee… I’m getting close… ”
“Me too!” I moan.
He slips his hand down my belly and finds my clit, stroking it as he works me with his cock. Within moments, I explode. My orgasm rushes through me, overwhelming me with suchintense pleasure that my knees shake. Zander lets my leg drop and wraps his arm around my chest, cupping my breast and squeezing it as he snarls against my neck and comes deep inside me. We ride out the pleasure together until we’re both left shaking and panting, leaning into each other to stay upright.
“It gets better every time,” he murmurs. “How is that possible?”
