Now it’s my turn to be confused. My head jolts back like she’s slapped me. “What?”
“Do you—do you still want to marry me?” her brows furrow, and her eyes gloss over again. Shit. I’d just gotten the tears to stop.
I readjust us so she’s straddling me, bringing our foreheads together. “Of course, I do. Why would you think I don’t want to marry you?”
She sucks in a sharp breath. Her hands come up to rest on mine over her cheeks. They’re shaking. “Because you were so mad, and when you left, I thought you were done, that you didn’t want—”
“Shiloh,” I murmur. I don't want to bring this up, but I need to know where this is coming from. “Baby, did your ex do that? Did he walk out on you when he was mad?”
She shrugs, releasing a tiny whimper. It goes straight to my heart, breaking it in two.
“Your relationship with him was nothing like ours. You see that, right?” I say slowly. She nods, her head moving against mine. I squeeze her cheeks, rubbing her tears away with my thumbs. “We willneverbe like that. I will never treat you like that and if I get mad or upset, or need a minute, just know that I willalwayscome back.”
“How do you know?” she whispers. “How do you know we’ll never turn out badly?”
Gripping her cheeks, I press my lips to hers, stopping her panic in its tracks. Pulling away, I murmur, “Because you can’t build a house on a cracked foundation, Shiloh. Ours is solid. It’s built to last. I know without a shadow of a doubt, down to my very soul, that we won’t break. Our house is strong.”
She grins. A tiny giggle makes its way through her lips. “Did you just use a construction metaphor for our love life?”
I tip my shoulder in a shrug and nod. “Why not? It worked, didn’t it?”
She laughs again, this time louder. The sound is a husky rasp that goes straight to my cock. “So, you’re saying,” she mumbles, her lips moving against mine. “That you still want to marry me, and our relationship will last as long as a log cabin?”
I slap her ass playfully but laugh, my mouth never leaving hers. “Yep,” I mumble, grinding my cock against her. She groans.
“That’s good to know,” she pants, rubbing her pussy on me like a cat in heat. She’s been insatiable lately. I don’t blame her. I’ll never get enough, either. “Hope it’s a big cabin.”
“Oh yeah? Why's that?” Gripping her hips, I thrust up, seconds away from ripping her clothes off and fucking her in the dirt.
Leaning forward, her teeth latch onto my ear and tug. “Because,” she breathes, her hot breath fanning across my cheek. “I’m pregnant.”
And just like that, I cum in my jeans.
The End…For now
Epilogue 1
Thanksgiving
“Doyoureallythinkthis is enough food?” Charlie groans, dropping a heaving bowl of mashed potatoes on the table. “We’re going to starve. Maybe we should have gotten another pie.”
Even from the living room, I can hear the sarcasm in his voice. A giggle escapes me, and I quickly cover my mouth when Logan shoots me a glare. I roll my eyes at the over-possessive dork. He’s been this way since the very beginning, so it’s nothing new. However, since we found out about the baby, he’s been….
Well—let’s just say I’m surprised he allowed me out of the house today at all. It was a close call there for a minute when I was trying to get in the truck. I’m pretty sure the only reason he didn’t strap a leash around my throat and tie me to the bed is that it’s Thanksgiving.,
A surge of arousal pools low in my belly at the thought.
A leash? That might be fun.
“What has you looking like that all of the sudden?” he murmurs, his hot breath fanning over my cheek. “Better not have anything to do with my brother.”
“Christ, give me the strength,” I mutter, my words barely above a whisper.
Logan tugs my earlobe between his teeth and bites down, sending another wave of need coursing through me. At this rate, we’ll have to visit his old room before the turkey’s even on the table.
“What was that, Babydoll? Are you looking for another punishment?” My eyes widen at his words. My head jolts back, causing his teeth to drag along my lobe painfully, and I barely stifle a moan.
Ever since I conceived, I’ve been like this. Ready to jump my man at any given moment. Though, honestly, that could just be because he’s…him.