Page 27 of Happily Evan After

Love.

You know, I thought it would be scary falling in love. The real stuff, not the fleeting moments from youth. But the know it to the bottom of your soul kind of love. Yeah, I love her. I love her and our baby.

She shatters, and a gush of wet heat drips into my hand. She’s chanting a chorus of my name and “oh God,” and I want her like this every day for the rest of my life.

I place a kiss on her mound, then further up and press my lips to the rounded part of her belly. Our baby is in there. Safe and protected inside her mother.

Her fingers thread through my hair and she grips it. “I need you inside me,” she says.

I nod, then pause. “I don’t have condoms with me.”

She shakes her head. “Doesn’t matter. You can’t get me any more pregnant than I already am.”

“I suppose that’s true. Will you ride me?”

“Yes, just hurry. I feel like I’ll die if you don’t fill me up soon.”

I don’t make my girl wait any longer. I quickly strip out of my clothes and then lie down in the center of her bed. It’s just a queen-sized bed, so my feet dangle off the end, but we can buy a bigger bed later.

Her gaze eats up my nakedness, and the hunger I see there only makes me harder. She climbs over me, straddling my thighs, then pauses.

With one fingertip, she taps the ink on my left side. It’s my tattoo from The Mummy.

“‘No harm ever came from reading a book,’” she reads. “Nice.”

“I told you it was my favorite movie.”

Her fingers explore the rest of my chest, tracing over my tattoos with interest and reverence. Then she spots the scar on my right shoulder, running a finger over it.

“What happened here?” she asks.

“IED. It was a bad one, the last mission for all of us. We all came home scarred to one degree or another.”

She swallows. “I’m glad you came home safely.”

I wish she meant that the way I want her to. Like she’s my home. Someday, I promise myself.

“I can’t wait any longer,” she says. She leans over me, getting herself into position, and nearly hits me in the face with her tit.

That makes her laugh.

The laugh becomes a moan when I suck her nipple into my mouth. Then she straddles my hips and slides her hot, wet pussy down my dick.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “I’ve never gone bare before. Christ, Marley, you feel unbelievable.”

I fuck up into her because I’m impatient and she feels amazing. My fingertips dig into her hips as I pound her. Our bodies slap together, sweat-slick and desperate.

“Your pussy was made just for me,” I tell her. “So fucking tight.”

Her head tilts back, “Yes, Evan, yes.”

I slip my hand between our bodies, finding her clit. “Come for me, Dimples. Let me feel you squeeze my dick so tight.”

And she does. It sets off my own climax and I shudder her name as I empty myself inside her.

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