Their Love

“What?” I didn’t have any more words. I was confused, but hope bloomed in my chest.

“It’s ours, peaches. We’ll keep our house in the city, and I hired a couple to manage the orchard. But this is our home, where we’ll raise our kids and grow old together.” His expression turned nervous for a moment, and he asked, “Do you like it?”

“Like it?” I spun in his arms and threw my arms around his neck, hugging him with all my might. “I love it!”

He beamed at me before taking my lips in a deep kiss. “I love you, Hazel. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, and I know this is the kind of place you dream about living.”

I sucked in a breath and ducked my head while my cheeks bloomed pink. “Bianca’s been pretty thorough in her reports to you, hasn’t she?” I huffed.

Jamison laughed and buried his face in my neck. “No. I couldn’t get anything out of that traitor.” I giggled and silently thanked my bodyguard and friend. Jamison was an extremely hard guy to say no to. As was evidenced by the baby growing in my belly. I’d wanted to wait a little longer before we went for number three, but somewhere between two glasses of wine and several orgasms, I agreed to not using a condom—the one time! And look at me now…

“So?” I prompted. “How did you know?”

Jamison lifted his head and grinned, completely unapologetic about whatever he was about to say. “I hacked your Pinterest account, and I dug through the pages you follow on Facebook and found the one with old homes. You liked every single one that had land for an orchard.”

I should probably have been mad at what he’d done, but the truth was, I was used to it. And, I’d learned over the years, everything Jamison did was to make his family safe and happy. Even when he was being an overprotective caveman, I couldn’t help finding it incredibly sexy. He was an amazing husband and father.

“How about a tour of your new home?” Jamison whispered in my ear as he turned me around to face the structure. “After the kids go to sleep tonight, I’ll introduce you thoroughly to our new bed.”

I shivered with anticipation, and my panties became damp as my nipples puckered in response to his promise. He palmed my hips and pressed his hard cock into my ass. “Are you wet, peaches?” I nodded, and he growled. “I want to taste you so bad. I want to slip my hand between your thighs and plunge my fingers into your hot pussy. I want to spread your juices all over your hard nipples and suck them clean.” I moaned and swayed as my knees weakened. Luckily, he had a firm grip on me and kept me upright. “Do you want my tongue or my cock first, baby?”

Before I could answer, the kids ran up to us and begged to go inside. Jamison held me in place, hiding the evidence of his arousal as he enthusiastically agreed. I giggled when he was forced to walk closely behind me. Although, our children were too engrossed in their new surroundings to pay us much attention.

They darted off as soon as we stepped inside. Suddenly, I was hauled back against my husband’s hard, muscular body. He cupped my pussy over my jeans and pinched one of my nipples before palming my whole breast. “I don’t know how I’m going to wait until tonight,” he groaned, burying his face in my hair.

He twisted my nipple, and I shouted, “Nap time!”