“Don’t move,” I tell her, grabbing my phone and pulling up the camera app.
“Easton!” She shrieks.
“No, don’t move.” I snap several pictures. “I need a visual, baby.”
I throw my phone onto the nightstand and stalk toward her. My mouth crashes against hers, tasting her sweet tongue. I guide us over to the bed and she lies down in the middle, spreading her thighs for me.
“Jesus, Soph. Do you have any idea how fucking delectable you look like this?” I drop small kisses all over her full breasts and down her stomach, then place an open-mouthed kiss to the top of her mound, inhaling her sweet musk. “You smell delicious.”
I pull her panties down her creamy thighs, loving how smooth she is everywhere. She was a bit hairy before the wedding, having had trouble shaving. I offered to do it for her, but she insisted on going to the salon.
I spread her lips and devour her pussy, licking her clit like I know she loves. Her fingers dive into my hair, tugging on the strands as she climaxes all over me and the bed.
“Oh shit, Easton!” she screams.
“Fuck, woman. You’re so wet.”
“That’s because…my water broke!” She darts up. “Oh my God!” She backs up and we both look at the soaking wet bed. “My water broke!” she repeats, panic in her eyes.
“Your…water—” Oh shit! Her water broke.
“We have to go,” she says, scrambling off the bed. “The baby is coming…now.”
After we’re both dressed—her in a hoodie and sweatpants that read “Just married!”—we call for a car service to take us to the hospital.
Two hours later, Sophia gives birth to a healthy little boy, and shortly after, our family and friends show up.
“Daddy!” Kendall squeals, running over to me. “Is he here?”
“He is, K. Your baby brother is here.”
Everyone hugs and congratulates us and spends some time passing around the baby, while Kendall lies with her mom and listens to the story of Camden being born. Once everyone has held him and taken some pictures, they say their goodbyes so we can have some time with the baby and Kendall. Since my parents are keeping Kendall, they let us know they’ll be in the waiting room.
Carefully, I pass Camden over to Kendall, who gently holds him in her lap, stroking his fuzzy baby hair while he sleeps soundly.
“Wow,” she breathes. “Today is the best day ever. I got a daddy and a brother.”
“Today is definitely the best day ever.” I lean over and kiss both of my girls on their foreheads.
Who would’ve thought a chance encounter at the park in a city filled with millions of people would end with us getting our happily ever after?
“Thank you,” I whisper to Sophia.
“For what?”
“For saving me from that killer bee.” I press a kiss to her lips. “For finding me.”
EPILOGUE
SOPHIA
Eleven Years Later
“Just let me stick it in, Dash.”
“No way.” I shake my head.
“C’mon, baby,” he croons. “Just the tip.”
“Hell. No. Every time you say that, I end up pregnant. I just got on birth control and it has to kick in. I’m not taking any chances.”
Easton pouts. “Are you saying you don’t want to have my baby?” He slides his hard length up and down the slit of my wet pussy, knowing what it does to me.
I bark out a laugh. “I’m saying I don’t want to have another baby. I told you four is my limit and I meant it.”
Yes, we have four children: Kendall, who’s eighteen, Camden, who just turned eleven, Bailey, who recently turned ten—yep, she’s only eleven months younger than Camden because Easton pulled the same stunt he’s pulling now—and our most recent little bundle of joy, Phoebe, who is only six weeks old. I had an issue with my IUD and had to have it removed. Easton, of course, swooped in the first chance he got and knocked me up before I could switch my birth control.
“You said three was your limit too… Just one more, baby, please,” he murmurs, leaning over me on his elbows and kissing his way down my neck. My insides clench and my brain goes fuzzy. He uses my momentarily loss of brain cells to push into me. He’s thick and long and fills me so full and deep. I groan, arching my back at the feel of him inside of me. It’s been six weeks since I felt him.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Fuck, you’re so warm and tight and—”
“Mom! Dad! I’m leaving,” Kendall says through the door. Her words slice through my dick-covered fog and I push Easton away.
“Not happening.” I hit him with a glare and roll off the bed, grabbing my robe and throwing it on.
“Oh, it’s going to happen,” he says, falling onto his back on the bed. “And soon. There are too many damn girls in this house. We need to even out the gender playing field.”