I met her hand at her pussy, a finger brushing along her, feeling the wetness start dripping like a flood. “All this for me?”
“For us.” She said in a husky voice.
“Fucking made for me. Aren’t you?” I asked her, crawling back into the bed, lining up my cock to her entrance. In one slow thrust, both of us released a hard gasp and groan. She felt so fucking good, tight and wet, and ready for me.
Amelia pulled me further into her, needing to feel me, needing to feel the love that we shared. I nudged her head to the side as I kissed one of her favorite spots that would reward me with a precious, little whimper.
“Fuck, River.”
“That’s right, peaches.” I slowly started to move in and out of her, her pussy begging to be fucked senselessly. “You and me. Only you and me.”
It was a dance, meeting each other’s hips, moving in tandem like it would be the last dance we’d ever had. But for us, we were just starting. Amelia wrapped her strong legs around me, keeping me close as I started to fuck her with every ounce of love and happiness I could give her. Every heated kiss, every possessive touch, it was all hers.
She met with my thrusts as we rode the wave closer to an orgasm. Her pants came harder and harder, her pussy starting to grip my cock like it was ready to soak up every drop of me. My wave of pleasure boiled to the top.
“Come with me, Amelia. Show me how much you can’t live without me.” I fucked her harder into our rhythm. “Let me show you that you own every inch of this body.”
“River.”
“That’s it, peaches. Come with me, right now,” I roared as her pussy fluttered around me and her sweet, sensual soundsof pleasure echoed in our bedroom. I roared with my release, spilling into her pretty pussy, marking every inch of her.
We laid there for a moment, collecting our breaths, before I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over. My cock was still nestled inside her. In the quiet, there weren’t any nightmares, there weren't roadblocks scaring away her dreams. I had my woman, I had a dream we were building, and she was carrying our child that would only know of love.
“Mine,” she said, nuzzling into my chest.
“Mine,” I said, kissing her forehead, resting my hand on her belly.
Both of them were mine, forever.
Epilogue
Shooter
“Would you fucking sit down!” my pregnant wife demanded.
Yep, I said wife. Soon after the bastard “graciously” signed the divorce papers, I was ready to marry her the next day, but she wanted a private ceremony, so I gave her one month to plan and that was it. She was lucky she got a month. She wanted her hospital family and our club there. She hesitated to reach out to her family, she told me that she would take one day at a time. There was a lot of damage from the past.
Part of that past, we buried soon after our little vacation away from home.Hewas six under and never saw the light of day again. There was no way I was going to allow any chance for her demon to hurt her anymore.
Nineteen weeks pregnant, and I was obsessed. Every day I marveled at her changing body, catering to her every need. Her recent craving was chocolate on a pickle, that was after her craving with hot fries and peanut butter.
When I wasn’t working, I was at home, spending every moment I could. I begged her not to return to work, but shebatted her little eyelashes and convinced me to let her return. When I say convinced… I think you know what I mean.
“I’m sorry, but can’t I be nervous? The pregnancy book…” I started to say.
She furrowed her eyebrows. “I really wish you would throw that book away.”
“Just because you know about pregnancy and your body doesn’t mean I do.” My voice had a hint of defense.
She sat up on her elbows. “I’m sorry are you trying to argue with me?” her voice came out like a warning.
Fuck.
I shook my head rapidly. “No. Nope. I would never argue with my wife and the mother of my child.”
She smirked as she shook her head. “Good boy, you’re learning very quickly.” She laid back down. “Plus, you’re a medic, right. You should know this.”
I self-consciously rubbed the back of my head, remembering the first time I poked the pregnant bear, and it resulted in her chucking the T.V. remote at the back of my head. Normally that shit wouldn’t hurt, but the power and intention of that throw gave me a bruise at the back of my head.
