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“Take off your shirt, baby.”
I stand to remove my clothes as she tosses it to the floor.
“You’re gonna knock me up,” she says breathlessly as I thrust deep inside her.
“Fuck, the thought of you carrying my baby drives me wild.”
“You really are possessive,” she taunts, rocking her hips into mine.
“I can’t help it, love. You make me this way. This animalistic, possessive desire to make you mine and make sure everyone on earth knows it is because of you.” I nibble on her ear before lowering my mouth to her neck. “I want to mark you for them to see.”
“Yes, do it,” she begs. “I want you to.”
Without hesitation, I suck on her neck as I drive fast and hard into her. She wraps one leg around me, and I somehow fill her deeper.
“God, you’re beautiful.” I press my lips to hers in a white-hot kiss. “But most importantly, you are on the inside and outside. It was so damn easy to fall for you.”
Harper’s eyes fill with tears, and I immediately slow my pace as fear surfaces over something I said. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
“Then why are you crying?”
She grins, wiping her face. “They’re tears of happiness.”
“Oh, Harper…” I lower my mouth to kiss her tearstained cheek.
“It feels like a dream. I never thought it could be this way.”
I grip her chin and softly press my lips to hers. “It’s finally the way it was always meant to be.”
Chapter Twenty
HARPER
It’s been six weeks, and I still can’t believe I’m actually engaged to Ethan. Not to mention everyone thought I was joking when I told them we were really getting married. It wasn’t until I flashed the ring, like Ethan suggested, that they finally believed me. Of course our parents were thrilled and said they all saw it coming for years.
His grandmother has already started asking about grandbabies, as we expected she would. She doesn’t let anyone slide when it comes to expanding the family, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to having kids with Ethan.
After the proposal and the announcement, our lives have somewhat gone back to normal. Now, instead of denying my love for Ethan, I proudly kiss and touch him regardless of who’s around. Every free moment we’ve had, we’ve been glued at the hip. I still hustle all day making soaps and packaging orders, but since Ethan sleeps over almost every night, we get to see each other after he’s done with work. Most evenings are spent eating on the couch and watching movies. Then we slip into bed, and when Ethan wakes up early for work in the mornings, I get to kiss him goodbye and wish him luck with the goats. Though our relationship is still new in terms of how long we’ve been together, it seems like we’ve always been this way—deliriously happy. It’s a dream come true, and I don’t know how I got so lucky to be marrying my best friend for real this time.
So much has changed, but I don’t regret lying because it brought us together.
I’m almost tempted to send Shayla a thank-you card.
Just kiddin’. Screw her.
The front door to my cabin opens, and Ethan walks in, smiling wide when he sees me. “Almost ready? Don’t wanna be late.”
He drove over to pick me up after finishing his morning chores and getting ready for our traditional Thanksgiving lunch. After we eat, we’ll go to the B&B for the traditional dessert buffet with everyone.
I slip on my shoes. “Yep, I’m ready! Wondering if I should wear leggings, though, since I plan to eat a ton of turkey and pie…”
He chuckles. “You can always undo the top button if your jeans get too tight.”
“You already tryin’ to get me out of my clothes, huh?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth to mine.
“Mm, guess we can be a little late,” he muses, then deepens the kiss.
I smile against his lip, unbuckle his belt, then push down his jeans. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Urgently, Ethan undresses me. He swipes my hair out of the way and trails his lips down my neck to my collarbone. My breathing becomes ragged as my body instantly responds to his touch. As we cross the room, he removes the rest of his clothes. Our clothes make a trail leading straight to the bed.
I lie down on the mattress, and he scoots me to the edge.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, placing his head between my thighs and devouring me like his last meal.
My head spins as I get lost in the pleasure, clawing my nails on his shoulders as he brings me closer to the edge.
Ethan slows his pace, allowing the orgasm to build, and right as I’m on the brink, he pulls away, flashing a devilish grin.
“There’s no time for teasing, Ethan Bishop!”
