Pretending She's Mine

“Like that would stop someone who saw you. You’re a sex god, in case you didn’t know. Women take one look at you and start ovulating.”

“Well, that’s good to know in case I have any more kids out there.”

She threw a magazine at me. “Hey! Not funny.”

“Sorry, sorry. No, Nicole is in a serious relationship with Daphne.”

“Ohh.” She bit her lip. “Oops. Sorry.”

I grinned. “It’s ok. I never had a chance.” I chuckled. “She’s great with Avajean and that’s all that matters. Ok?”

“You’re exactly right. And she’ll be ok with our baby?”

The thought that Journey was going to be carrying my child made my chest swell with pride. I didn’t care if it didn’t happen for months. We were going to do this. Marriage. The white picket fence. Kids. Old age. It was all in front of us.

“Of course. We just have to figure out which coast we’re raising these kids.”

She scrunched her nose up. “Kansas?”

“Meet in the middle? I like it.”

We stopped when we heard the wheels of the car in the driveway. Avajean was here.

Journey’s eyes met mine. “Are you sure this is going to be ok?”

I squeezed her hand. “I promise. This is everything we’ve ever wanted. Now, come meet my daughter.”

Epilogue

Journey

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

“Good morning,” Asher growled into my ear. “Ready to get out of bed and go for a run?”

I smiled. “You want to leave my warm bed for a workout?” I twisted my body to face him. I had lost my motivation for morning runs on the beach.

“We could work out here instead,” I suggested.

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,” he teased.

“But I don’t want to get out of bed,” I complained.

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.

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

“Ohh,” I whimpered.

He was inside me before I knew it.

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. I was still running off the adrenaline of the season.

But I wouldn’t have been able to do it without Asher. 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.