Page 15 of Keeping What's Mine


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Ev sighs. “Oh, sweetheart. Look at you. Just look at you. So beautiful.”

“So are you.” And he is. Strong, muscular, manly. A fuzz of hair on his chest, leading down to a dark treasure trail that leads to his cock, standing out long and proud for me.

I reach for him, and he reaches for me, sliding a hand from my hip down to the juncture of my thighs. “Flora. Sweetheart. You’re so wet.”

“I’ve been wet all day for you,” I admit. “I want you, Ev.”

His fingers are clever, seeking my bud and caressing it. I spread my legs wider. He curses under his breath, and rubs me more firmly. I moan.

“On the bed, woman,” he says. “Wife.”

I kneel on it, facing away and looking over my shoulder at him. He gives himself a squeeze or two, breathing harder. Then I spread my legs wider and tilt my hips back, exposing all my secret places to him. He steps close and guides the head of his cock to my aching clit, rubbing it gently but insistently, over and over until the room spins and I cry out in pleasure.

And then he fills me.

Fills me and kisses me from the inside out, our bodies welcoming each other, crashing into each other and over each other and against each other until our breath comes short and I cry out again in pure sensation. He pulls away, making me protest, and flips me to my back, seizing my hips tight and pushing back inside me from his standing position by the bed, his shaft finding places inside my deep channel that cry out for his touch.

It doesn’t last long then. It lasts long enough to bring me to pleasure again, my sensitive uterus feeling heavy and sated in my belly, and then he pumps me full of his seed. Collapses on my upper body and kisses me like he can’t bear to let me go.

Afterward, we lie on the bed and snuggle. He sleeps for a while, and I do too, only waking when the sun is low on the horizon and dusk is falling.

“The only thing that would make me happier right now,” Ev says, settling my head on his shoulder, “is starting a family. Really putting down our roots.”

“I’m sure we can do that at some point,” I say primly, trying not to laugh.

“When, do you think?” He sounds a little anxious. “It’s just—we’re about to be thirty. We do have time. But I want to still be young enough to play catch with my kids when they’re the right age to learn.”

“Well,” I say, trying not to smile as I run a teasing finger down his chest and into his belly button, making him squirm, “maybe next year?”

“That soon?” He sounds thrilled.

“Probably sooner than you think,” I say, and swallow hard so I can control my voice. “I’m pregnant, Ev.”

He freezes, silent.

“Did you hear me?”

“Yeah,” he croaks.

“Thanksgiving baby,” I say, and suddenly smile out of pure happiness. “If it’s a girl, can we call her Zinnia?”

“Count on it,” he says, his voice husky. “She knew what she was doing.”

I trail my finger out of his belly button down that sexy treasure trail. His cock is already waking up again. “Ooh. Look at that. Somebody’s eager.”

“You’re pregnant,” Everett repeats. “You have my baby in you?”

“It’s not all I’m about to have in me,” I point out, and stroke him to full hardness, swinging a leg over his body. I settle that gorgeous stiffness of his between my secret lips and slide back and forth on it. “I’m counting on having you in me. Just where we fit together.”

Ev takes a shaky breath, and places his hands on my hips, helping to guide them. “Baby, I love you. So much. But how will you work, with a kid—”

“We’ll work it out,” I say. “Your family will help. I never didn’t want to be a mother…I just didn’t want that to be all I was.”

“You are so much more,” he says. “You’re my whole world.”

“I’m so glad I came back,” I tell him, as sincerely as I can manage, because it is absolutely true. “I am so grateful I decided to keep what’s mine.” I give him a small smile. “I’m keeping you forever.”

“Like I’d ever let you go,” he says fervently, and angles himself to fit inside my welcoming body.

And we ride out our love together, keeping each other. Forever.

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