Pretending She's Mine

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

He laughed. “Do you know how much I love you? Especially when you demand sex.”

I nodded. “So much. As much as I love you.”

I hissed when he reached between us and his cock stood tall and erect. I lifted my hips and slid over it, sucking him inside with a rough thrust.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered. “You feel so good. So thick.” Sometimes it felt as if Ashe was too much, but my body always accommodated him. I had to adjust and let the pressure turn to pleasure.

His fingers dug into my flesh, securing my hips to his. “Keep riding, J. Just keep riding my cock.”

Our lives were forever intertwined. Our bodies permanently seared into each other. Today, we had committed to our forever. I was going to be his wife. Today we were making a baby. Joining our lives. Promising pledges that would never be undone. As we worked harder and faster to please each other, I knew we would never forget this moment. We would never forget how we had found each other again. We would never regret the hard work and pain we had fought to bring us back together.

My nails clawed at Ashe’s shoulders as I rose higher and crashed on his shaft harder. I was close to coming.

“Ohh,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too,” he groaned.

I gasped when he spun me around on the couch and planted me against the cushions. He surged inside me, slamming into my entrance with one powerful thrust after another. He erupted and I clenched around him, lost in my own orgasm.

“I’m going so deep, baby. I’m giving you everything I have. I want you to have my baby.” His voice had never sounded sexier.

“Oh God, Ashe. Go deeper.” I’d never craved his essence like this before. It was the first time I realized a primal side of me had kicked in. The side that wanted to get pregnant.

“Fuck,” he whispered, kissing my neck. “That was incredible.”

I giggled. “You know we aren’t moving for a long time. I want every swimmer you have. Don’t even think about moving.”

r /> He kissed me fully. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

After two rounds of insanely hot baby making sex, we ate our lunch and packed up the leftovers in the cooler. We took showers and tried to look presentable. Avajean was only an hour away. Ashe announced he had a text from Nicole when they made the last turn.

“Does she know you were planning to propose?” I asked Ashe as we sat on the deck with fresh cups of coffee. We at least looked normal and dressed out here. No one would suspect all the dirty and sexy times we had just had.

He nodded. “I wanted to make sure it was ok with her first. I drove out to see her a couple days ago.”

“But she hasn’t even met me,” I argued.

“I wanted to talk to her. Besides, I’m not worried. She’s going to love you as much as I do.”

“How can you be sure?” I was bubbling with nervous anxiety. A four-year old had never scared me so much.

“Because I do. I love you with everything I have.”

It was then that I realized everything was going to be ok.

Twenty-Two

Asher

I didn’t know how to let Journey know that Avajean was the kind of kid who had the kind of perspective most adults didn’t even have. For a four-year old, she was already an old soul. I always wondered what kind of affect her mother’s absence would have on her. Would she grow up angry? Would she resent that I was the only parent in her life? Would she ever heal?

Since the minute I met the kid, she had been nothing but pure joy and happiness. She had a kind of resilience that amazed me. Journey would see it. In a few minutes, she would understand that Avajean would love her too. There would be bumps on the road. That was inevitable, but we’d get through them as a family.

I looked at my soon-to-be wife. I didn’t know if she had ever looked more beautiful. She cupped an oversized coffee mug between her hands and sipped.

The mountain sun made her hair look like a halo. The fact that we were trying for a baby was enough to make my heart want to explode. I had everything I’d always wanted.