“Tomorrow everyone will take you from me again. We’ll do that thing at Bellamy House and all the girls will want to try on your tiaras while all the boys follow you around. But tonight, my wife is all mine.”
Yes.
I cling to his strong forearm, feeling it flex as his fingers pump inside me. I’m open to him, spread out like a banquet as he touches every part of me above and below the warm, fragrant water.
I turn my head to kiss him, and he groans into my mouth, showing me without words that he can’t get enough of me. That he wants me. Loves me.
He lifts his lips and rubs his nose against mine. “This is what I wanted to do the first time I saw you in this tub. Like a siren floating in that steamy water, showing me how you needed to be touched.”
His thumb rubs my clit and I bite down gently on his lower lip, more than ready for him. “I like that. Now show me what you really wanted to do to me.”
His breath stutters into a growl, water splashing as his arm bands across my chest and he guides his erection between my thighs. He thrusts deep. Deeper than I expected in this position. “Ah.”
“Is this what you needed? Done being the efficient Princess Tani and ready to be my well-fucked wife?”
“Yes!”
His hips are causing small tsunamis in the cooling water as he fills me again and again. I look up at the ceiling but all I see are stars. I cling to the arms around me, desperate for purchase as he rocks up and into me again and again. The sounds of moans and pleas and wet skin slapping fill the room, along with the scent of citrus and honey.
He’s everything to me. Gentle, romantic, old fashioned, and sometimes stubborn. But when we’re alone and he touches me like this, he’s a fierce, foul-mouthed, conquering warrior who’ll never get enough of me.
I love the way he makes me feel.
“Emerson! I need it.”
“Fuck,” he swears, gripping my jaw so he can turn my head and kiss me roughly. “You need me to come, baby? You first. Always you first. Are you close?”
I nod and the hand on my stomach slides down to pinch and rub my clit in time with his now-furious strokes.
Stars and tidal waves.
I bite back my scream and tighten around him, loving his pained groan, “I love my wife.”
As I shudder above him, feeling the heat of his release filling me, feeling him pulse inside me, I know.
I’ve never been so sure of anything.
It’s not until we’re lying in bed together, his muscular chest my favorite pillow, that I give him his Christmas present.
It starts with a story.
Once upon a time, years ago, a doctor told me that, just like my great aunt before me, I couldn’t have children. I believed him. Then, a genius of a little boy asked Santa for a mother who would stay for Christmas. Someone who would make his father happy. Someone who would hold his hand.
And the very next year, his little brother, impressed with the wish-granting abilities of the ordinary looking mall Santa, made his own request. For a baby sister. Or brother. He wasn’t picky.
They both got what they’d asked for.
I’m pregnant.
It happened so fast, I’m still having a hard time believing it. But four tests and a doctor’s appointment probably don’t lie.
Barry is going to be the best big brother. Just like Langston.
I can’t wait to tell her all about my Aunt Tanisha when she’s older, and how her inheritance and advice changed all my plans and eventually brought me to the love of my life.
Joey will take credit for that if I let him.
I don’t know for sure that it’s a girl. Just a feeling. Plus, that was Barry’s first choice.