Watching Mine

“You did good, baby,” he murmurs into my hair, running his hands up and down my back.

I nod against his chest, gladly accepting his praise. I lift my head and look up at him. “What did you say to her?”

He smiles and tugs me closer. “I told her that you were lucky to have her, and that she’s lucky to have you.”

I kiss his chest, right over his heart. “Thank you.”

“For what?” his voice rumbles.

“For being here. For loving me. For believing in me. For pushing me to do this.”

His hands run up my back until he reaches the back of my head. His fingers stay in my hair against my scalp, but his thumbs caress my cheeks.

“There’s no other place I’d be but here, and you make it very easy to love you. As far as believing in you, you make me believe in you. You’re a wonderful person, Emberleigh, and I know you’ll make an even more wonderful mother to that girl in there.”

I feel like a leaky faucet as more tears slide down my cheeks. He rubs them away with his thumbs.

“You know we’re going to have to get married now, right?”

His question steals my breath right out of my lungs. “What?” I say with bated breath.

He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose. “Yep. Can’t have my stepdaughter be an illegitimate child.”

A laugh escapes. His answering chuckle warms me deep inside. A moment later, his lips flatten into a firm line, his expression turning serious.

“I know it’s been less than a year since we officially met, but it was over two years ago when I first laid eyes on you. You captivated me from the very beginning, and that feeling has only grown. I was never really the type to want to settle down, but I can’t imagine not having you in my life. When I picture my future, Emberleigh, it’s you I see in it.” My fingers dig into his back when he pulls a small black box from his pocket and opens it. I look down and my breath catches at the beautiful silver band with a princess-cut diamond. “Will you marry me?”

The words barely leave his lips before I’m jumping up and locking my legs around his waist. I need absolutely zero seconds to think about my answer. “Yes!” I yell, then repeat it two more times for good measure. “Yes! Yes!”

He laughs, then seals our lips together in a forever kind of kiss.

The End…

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Chapter One

Abby

MY TITS SWAY BACK AND FORTH, and I thank God I have small ones, or they’d be damn near slapping me in the face. The guy behind me—I can’t remember his name at the moment—grunts his way through pounding into my pussy. His hands dig into my hips and sweat drips onto my back. My walls clench around his hard cock, but it still isn’t enough. I need more. My stomach starts cramping and sweat—not from the sex itself, but from the insistent need for release—forms on my brow.

Fisting the sheets in my hands, I ram my hips back to meet his relentless thrusts. Looking over my shoulder, I growl, “Either fuck me harder or g

et the hell out so I can find someone to do it for me.”

The hands on my hips tighten, and I know it’ll leave a mark later. I don’t care. I just need this guy to get the job done before the pain takes over.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans. “I fuck you any harder, I’ll plow you into the mattress.”

“Just do it,” I hiss.

“Jesus,” he grunts, but does as he’s told and slams his hip bones into my ass as he pumps into me forcefully.

I straighten my arms when his thrusts push my body forward. A blissful sigh leaves my lips, followed by a low moan when he finally hits the spot I need him to. My fingers start to tingle from lack of circulation, so I unwrap them from the sheet. My body starts to quiver with the first ripple of my orgasm. I close my eyes, and tiny sparks of light shoot behind my lids as the cramps in my stomach turn to flutters of delight. I lower my arms and lay my head against the cool sheets as immense pleasure takes over my body. The guy behind me still pounds away, jerking my hips back to him. I pay him no mind, content to just lay here and let him have at it. I got what I needed from him, it’s only fair that he reaches his peak as well.

Several minutes’ pass before he grunts and stiffens behind me. He releases my hips, and I immediately drop to the bed. He falls down beside me with his arm thrown over his eyes, breathing heavily. Now that my brain is functioning properly again, his name comes back to me in a flash.

Matt.