Page 17 of Her Hero

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She attacked his clothes.

Within minutes they were completely naked and Elijah moved her up the bed, until she was on her knees, but then pressed her to the bed, after putting a pillow beneath her hips.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this, but not waste a single drop of my cum?” he asked.

She frowned but then all became clear as he spread the cheeks of her ass. His fingers touched her between her thighs.

“There’s a … there’s some lubrication in my suitcase,” she said.

Her cheeks were on fire.

“Your suitcase?”

She nodded. “I brought a … dildo, in case I got the … urge.”

Josie looked over her shoulder as he pulled out the dildo as well as the lubrication from her case.

“Fuck me, Josie, I fucking love you so damn much.”


One Year Later

“You can buy any piece of candy you’d like,” Elijah said.

She pushed the shopping trolley and rolled her eyes. “You’re so sweet, but I’m thinking ice cream.”

He chuckled and leaned in close. “The kind that I melt over your body and lick it off?”

She hadn’t been thinking that far ahead, but yes, she didn’t have a problem with that. So totally fine. Licking her lips she nodded. “Anything for you.”

He cupped her hip, then her very swollen stomach, before he grabbed some vanilla and chocolate ice cream. She was a vanilla lover. He loved chocolate.

This was their last trip to the supermarket before the winter took hold. Elijah had woken up that morning and said there was going to be a snowstorm. When it came to the weather, he knew what he was talking about. He’d predicted the snow last year, even after they finally got together—the thawing, the hot summer, and when it would get cold again.

She put a hand on her swollen stomach. She’d not been pregnant last year, and they had in fact gotten married in March. It was now December, and according to the doctor she was five months pregnant, meaning this baby was possibly conceived during July or August. She had an idea when that might have happened. They’d been harvesting from his gardening and doing a whole lot of preserving, when they had made love in their backyard.

Their love hadn’t been fleeting. It had been real.

She had scaled back her work, and because of how good she was, she was able to demand less hours. Elijah had come to work to help her negotiate her hours. He had taught her balance. He wouldn’t let her work before or after certain times. She was only allowed to start work at nine, and she finished at five, regardless. Also, she worked between three and four days a week. That was all. She took vacation time, and soon she’d have maternity leave.

Josie loved her life.

She had found what she’d been looking for.

The right person to spend it with.

The End

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