He bounces up to kiss me, and I throw my arms around him.
Because I’ll only ever have one husband in my life, and it’s Carter.
20
ROSIE
My pout causes Carter to nearly howl a laugh as we sit up in bed.
Instantly, my jaw hangs low. “What? It’s true!”
He shakes his head, annoyed, and encourages me to lie on my side. It’s morning, and it’s been snowing steadily since I woke up an hour ago.
“Rosie, Idostill find you attractive.”
“Really? Could have fooled me,” I say, flippant.
He scoots closer and wraps his arm around me. Not that he can fit me in his safety net anymore, I’m not getting any smaller. Even since the other day when I requested my ring to return to my finger.
“I’m desperate to fuck you,” he breathes into my ear, and his finger begins to circle my clit. “Your tits drive me crazy, and all I want to do is touch you.”
I growl a sound because I’m frustrated. “But you won’t fuck me.”
The feeling of soft lips dusting the curve of my shoulder sends sensitive ripples straight to my sensitive breasts.
“Rosie, putting my cock inside of you right now… scares me. Nothing to do with your amazing beauty, I’m just scared to hurt you.”
I wrap my fingers around the wrist of the hand between my legs, and I put in the effort to guide him even lower.
His gravelly morning voice chortles softly into my ear again. “I’m not changing my mind.”
“You know some people fuck to get a baby out,” I remind him with an annoyed tone.
The pad of his finger stroking my bundle of nerves isn’t bad. I mean, I guess, his mouth now circling my nipple isn’t horrible either.
“You said it yourself, you have been feeling a bit tighter down there,” he says against my skin before he licks the tip of my nipple.
Ah hell, maybe he’s right.
I sigh and sink into the mattress as my soon-to-be husband relaxes me in the best possible way. Closing my eyes, he continues his quest while I moan as he takes the speed of his finger up a notch.
It doesn’t take long, and he still gets me to what was my end goal to begin with. Blissfully at ease due to an orgasm.
I glance back and give him a kiss. When we part, he is smirking to himself. He feels he has won this little debate. And hell, he might have a few solid points. Everything is starting to feel drastically different.
Carter slips out of bed, still in his boxer briefs because he needed to keep a safety layer between our skin-to-skin contact. His fingers ruffle his hair, and I enjoy the view. Morning Carter is always determined and ready for the routine of his day.
Wobbling out of bed, I make it to the dresser to grab a warm sweater dress to wear around the house. “Do you really have to go? They say the snow will only get heavier as the day goes on. They are expecting a lot of lake effect snow up near Chicago.”
He is already buttoning the shirt of his uniform when we look to one another. “I’ll only be a few hours. Just think. Soon, I’ll be a man always in sweaters and jeans, smiling with prized farm animals.” Half of his mouth curves up.
Glancing down to my belly, I rub a circle. “Hear that, little boy or girl? Your daddy is excited to be talking to farm animals. And as First Lady of Everhope, I’ll be smiling right there next to him.”
Carter walks to me and places a kiss on my forehead. “Not quite First Lady yet.”
I hum a sound and finish buttoning his shirt up to his collarbone. “Tomorrow, I will be.”
“I’ll pick up our license on my way home later and confirm again that we will be meeting with the judge tomorrow. Just a quick signature. It’s not our first time at this rodeo.”
