Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

Epilogue

Abi

I rolled on my side. The windows were open and I could smell the salt rolling off the ocean.

“Good morning,” Reid growled into my ear. “Ready to run?”

I smiled. “You want to leave my warm bed for a workout?” I twisted my body to face him.

“We could work out here.”

He pulled me under him and I gasped. We had slept naked. We always slept naked. He pressed his hard erection against my thigh.

“But you love the beach,” I teased.

My words said one thing, while my body said another. My legs widened as he settled against my slick folds. He slid back and forth, building my want for him. I arched against his chest.

“Abi,” he moaned as his cock pushed inside me.

“Ohh,” I whimpered.

We settled into a slow rhythm, deepening the thrusts with each stroke. My heels dug into his backside, urging him to move harder. I loved it when he fucked me like this. It was inevitably my favorite new routine of ours.

My eyes drifted over his shoulder, catching a glint of the awards lining my dresser. It was called a full house. I had swept best actress at every awards show.

And I wouldn’t have been able to do it without Reid. He was there for every event. Every detail. Not as my bodyguard, but as the man I loved. The man I trusted with my life. With my soul.

He reached for my ankle, dragging it to his shoulder. He pushed off the bed, angling with intensity. I bit down on my lip.

“Oh God, Reid,” I mewed.

“Feels so fucking good.”

I nodded, knowing I was losing control.

My breasts perked. They were sensitive and ached for his touch. He leaned forward, flicking his tongue over one and the other.

I sighed, loving the new ways my body reacted to him.

“It won’t hurt the baby, will it?” he asked. “I’m so deep.”

I smiled. “The baby is fine.” I drew my hands to his jaw. “Don’t you dare stop.”

He grinned wickedly. “Never.”

He pounded against me as my panting grew louder and wilder. I gripped the sheets as the orgasm sprung from my core.

“God, I love it when you come.” He watched in awe as I wriggled and convulsed under him.

I saw the desire light in his eyes and he pushed into me, groaning with his own release.

Reid collapsed next to me, resting his palm against the new swell of my belly. It was hardly noticeable except to us. I had made it through award season without a single alteration, but my boobs were busting through ever neckline I had.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“Are you talking to me or the baby?” I teased.

“Both.” He rubbed my belly like a genie lamp. “Sorry kid, your mom is fucking hot.”