“Oh, God, yesssss.” I swallowed the rest of her words, thrusting my tongue against hers as my hands devoured her skin, needing to feel her everywhere, the remaining clothes between us far too much for my liking.
“I’m not gonna last, you feel too fucking warm.” I punctuated with another thrust, losing my mind a little deeper. Her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, soft waves of her release coating my cock, but still I charged on determined to milk the pleasure out of her.
“Hang on, baby, the ride just started.” I clamped down on her pert nipple, pinching just to elicit the soft mewls careening from those sweet lips.
“Loving you gets sweeter every day.” I felt my orgasm charging towards the edge, razor blades righting my spine as every muscle strung so tight a growl vibrated from my chest when I finally coated her with me. My fingers whispered between us, swirling at her aroused little clit before her muscles began a slow shake and she came again, come leaking out around the base of my cock and making me feel more badass than a Viking warrior.
I cradled her in my arms, easing out of her slowly before setting her ass first on the wooden bench and caging her. My hands on her cheeks, I kissed her long and slow, pouring everything I had into the woman that gave it to me.
Pixie made me better.
I didn’t think anyone had that ability, but she came along and proved me wrong.
I pulled away, her soft lips parting into a satisfied smile.
“Somethin’ on your mind, beautiful?”
“You. If you’re not careful I may wind up pregnant again and then everyone will know what a horny husband I have.”
I laughed, grazing my fingers on the underside of her elbow.
Anything to touch her.
I couldn’t be in the room and not touch this woman. “Good. I like my babies inside of you.”
She shook her head, grin turning wider. “You still make me crazy.”
“That’s been my plan from the start, gorgeous. I knew I didn’t have a shot in hell of gettin’ you to marry me if I didn’t have one helluva strategy.” I pulled her into my arms, swallowing the rest of her words, showing her exactly how I felt all over again.
My sweet American girl. My saving grace.
THIRD EPILOGUE
Pixie - five years later
“Mama.” My two-year-old little girl tugged on the hem of my cover-up.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Up.” She reached her chubby little arms up for me to hold her. A smile slid across my face as I heaved her into my arms. I looked back at my twin boys as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Rome heaved Cale up on his shoulders and jogged to me, a beautiful smile crossing his face. My heart stuttered to a stop because the joy they brought me was so much more than I could have imagined.
After earning my degree from the Royal Academy and publishing my thesis on women in Viking culture, I’d split my time between the manor house and the Viking archaeological sites in the area. The twins joined me in the summer as we uncovered artifacts and talked about their family history. My life was better than any dream I could have dreamed for myself.
“Hey, Mama.” My gorgeous husband pressed a kiss to my lips. I adjusted the little one on my hip and weaved a hand up to hold his cheek as I kissed him.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“You look beautiful,” he murmured as he pressed his forehead to mine.
“Thanks.” I took his lips with mine again.
“Daddy, I’m ready to swim.” Cale shook the bucket of beach toys in his hand.
“He’s ready to swim, Daddy.” I smiled sweetly.
“While they’re swimming, can I get some alone time with my girl?” He quirked an eyebrow suggestively.
“Wait till nap time, Mr. Madsen.” I pulled away, but not before pinching his ass.
“Ow.”
“What, Daddy?” Concern crossed our little boy’s face.
“Mommy pinched Daddy.”
“Tattle-tale,” I whispered under my breath as Rome’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
“No pinching, Mommy,” Cale chastised from atop Rome's shoulders.
“Sorry, baby. Let’s go swim.” I darted off down the coastline with the baby squealing with delight in my arms. I set her down in the sand and she immediately started digging as the cool waves lapped at her chubby little feet.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” Rome lifted Cale from his shoulders just as his identical twin Karston barreled down the pathway to the beach after us.
Rome wrapped his arms around my waist and swayed me back and forth as he tucked his nose into my neck. I sucked in a contented breath and lay back against his chest.
“Thank you,” I sighed.
“For what?” His lips tickled the skin beneath my ear.
“For everything. All of it. From the beginning to the end, thank you.”
“Oh, baby.” He kissed me softly. “Thank you, for bringing me back to life. For making this beat.” He put my hand on his heart.