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“Oh, you feel so good,” she moans as I fill her up, remembering our first time, when her wet and juicy cunt was primed for me.
“I love you,” I tell her, my cock raging and hard, her tits bouncing as she grinds her sweet slit against me.
“I’m gonna come so fast,” she moans.
“Then I’ll have to take you again.”
She whimpers in pleasure as she gets off the way she needs. My cock surges with desire, coming hard and deep in her creamy hole.
She melts against me when she finishes. “I need to cool off!” She dunks herself in the cool water of the pond, then comes up for air laughing. “God, I was so horny for you.”
I join her in the water, my cock still hard as hell. “Good, because I’m your man, and I’m not going anywhere.”
When the contractions start, she panics. “Skylar is still with Stone at the pineapple grove,” she says.
“They will be back soon,” I tell her. “Don’t worry. Just take deep breaths, and let’s keep walking around as long as you can, okay?”
Just then, her water breaks and she grabs my hands, squeezing them so tight I swear this woman of mine might break my damn knuckles.
“I’m so scared.”
“It’s okay, baby. I got you.”
I keep her hydrated, boil water, triple check the knife that’s been sharpened and sanitized for cutting the cord, the baby blanket that is part of my old sleeping bag.
When the contractions draw close together, I begin to panic a bit too, but there is nothing we can do – the baby is coming fast.
“I think I need to push,” she says.
“Follow your instincts,” I tell her. “I’m right here.”
When the baby emerges, crying, tears fill my fucking eyes. We did it. Our baby is here.
But then, Rosalie’s eyes widen. “Oh my God, there is another one!”
If there was a time to panic, this is it – but thankfully Skylar, Bam-Bam and Stone run into the clearing, seeing us.
“She had the baby?!” Skylar races toward us.
“Help!” Rosalie pants through another contraction. “It’s twins!”
That night, with our baby girls safely swaddled, I sit next to my wife, staring at our little miracles. “You did it,” I say, holding one of our girls as she holds the other.
“I can’t believe we have two daughters,” she whispers. “What should we name them?”
“What about one after your sister, Samantha?”
She nods. “And the other after your grandma, Sarah?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Look at us, a little family of four.” Rosalie smiles. “How will we tell them apart?”
“We can dress one in tiger stripes and the other in bear hide?”
Rosie laughs. “Did you ever in a million years think you’d say that sentence?”
“Never. But I also never in a million years thought I would be so damn lucky.”
“Pretty sentimental for a cave man.”
“A cave daddy now.”
Rosalie nestles her head against my shoulder. “I love you, and I’m glad you were so intent on getting yourself a wife.”
“Now I will never let her go.”
“Never.” She lifts her chin, kissing me. And I may be a bit of a softie, but I am a girl dad now. Things have changed.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Epilogue 2
Flint
Cave Man Make Baby
The last things I remember, before falling through the floor of the cave, were the shouts to take cover from my brothers-in-arms. That’s the last time I heard from Carnage, Stone, Rock, and Storm. The blast from a grenade exploded, surely ending whatever life they hoped to have.
The men I served with for years in Special Ops are nowhere to be seen – I am alone.
They didn’t make it.
Now, I come to consciousness, trying to figure out where the hell I am. When the grenade went off, the ground beneath me opened up and I fell.
Fell so damn far.
I pull myself to a seat, freezing cold, in a very shallow stream of water, only a few inches deep. I look up, not seeing the ceiling of the cavern clearly. The distance is remarkable – twenty feet above me, at least, vines and jagged rocks everywhere. But there is no gaping hole above where I could have fallen from. Maybe I floated downstream, but the water doesn’t seem deep enough to have carried my body.
I stand, my bones aching and my muscles sore. But that might be from weeks of crawling through small spaces as we looked for our target in the Yucatan Peninsula. I sure as hell hope the fucker who threw the grenade got blasted by it.
I pull out my radio, wanting to let the higher ups know ASAP that the mission has been compromised. That I might be the only man left standing. I grunt, hoping like hell that’s not the case. I never had a family of my own, a woman to love – hell, never had anyone – until these guys. And the idea of losing them? I shake my head, looking for a radio signal, praying even though I’ve never been much of a religious man. Times like these test your faith.
