“Hi, Mrs. Carlson.” Greyson moves to give her a hug.
“Hello, Greyson. How many times have I told you to call me Judy now?” she teases him.
“Maybe next time, I’ll remember.” I already know he won’t. It’s who Greyson is. Manners are just built into him.
“Then we’ll stay at your house tonight,” I cut in and save him from Momma badgering him some more.
“You know that’s not what she wants. You two go on home. I have a feeling we’ll be invading your place soon enough. Come give her a kiss and a squeeze, then you two get on the road before it’s too late.” Momma spoke her piece, and now she’s basically laying down the law. There’ve only been a few times I’ve challenged her in my teenage years. Dad would step in, and let’s just say, I was grounded for a good long time when that happened.
“Okay, Momma, but I’m going to make her promise me a few things, including quitting eating that to-go Italian food she swears does nothing to her cholesterol,” I fold, knowing it’s not the time to argue. Momma turns around, and we follow her. I’m ready to see Aunt Cat and listen to her shenanigans, even if she does holler at me.
“Calm down, Red. We’ll go see her, make sure she’s okay. Then you and I are going on home. She doesn’t need the added stress, baby.” Greyson knows the right words to say. I nod my head. He’s right.
“Okay.” With that, we go and visit Aunt Cat, make sure she’s really okay with us leaving, and then I head home with the man I love.
Epilogue
Greyson
Three Months Later
“Just like that, Red.” She’s on my cock, naked, reverse-cowgirl style, a mirror propped up in front of us. The minute she brought that into our bedroom, I knew how I’d be taking her. I have a view of her tits bouncing, pussy clenching my cock at each downward stroke, so slick with desire that my balls are coated with her juices. The best part of her being naked, though, that’d be she’s not truly naked, not with my ring on her finger and knowing she gave me the best news I could have ever gotten tonight. It seems my goal of getting her barefoot and pregnant came to fruition.
We got married about a month ago. Serenity wanted to make sure her aunt was on the up and up, plan shit out, then go from there. It took longer than I wanted, but everyone in our small beach town knew she was mine. I made that perfectly clear.
“Greyson.” Her head tips back onto my shoulder. My lips latch on to the slim slope of her neck, marking her like I always do when she leaves it wide open for me.
“Feels good when it’s nice and slow, grinding down on my cock. You’re not careful, you’ll take me before you get yours.” Her hand wraps around the back of my neck, fingers fisting in my hair.
“More.” Her voice is a soft moan. My hand travels from where it was cupping her breast to her cunt, knowing she needs a little something else to push her over the edge.
“Oh, I’m going to give it to you, and I won’t stop until you can’t stay awake.” The need we have for one another still hasn’t receded. I’m still taking her at least twice daily, with her either waking me up in the morning sucking me off or riding my dick. Most times, it’s me eating her for breakfast or sliding into her slow and deep until she wakes up.
“Hurry.” Serenity’s cunt bears down on me. My fingers find her clit, pinching it how she likes, causing her body to lock. I watch as she comes apart in the mirror, loving how she takes me. “Greyson!” Oh yeah, we’ll definitely have to get inventive when our baby is born. The way she screams my name will definitely wake up a little one.
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt, pounding into her from the bottom, letting her take me once she’s had hers. I don’t let her go, not even when she’s done and ready to fall asleep in my arms, soaking in this moment, memorizing every detail. It’ll be something I’ll cherish forever, the night she told me we’re becoming parents and starting our own family. Damn, does it feel amazing to be the one to call her mine.
“I love you, Greyson Reid,” she coos softly.
“Love you, Serenity Reid. Can’t wait to see what life has in store for us.” I move my hand to her lower belly, where our child is growing. She’s only eight weeks along, but I can’t wait to see her stomach stretch, watching her body nurture our child. Yeah, this woman was always meant to be mine.
Epilogue
Serenity
Four Years Later
“How long do you think they’ll last?” Greyson asks me. Our girls are two and three. Crazy people that we are, we had them close together, almost too close at times. They’re fourteen months apart. Our oldest, Skyla, and our youngest, Harper, are in the bed of the truck, giggling together as they point at the trees through the tent. We still have the one that fits on the back of Greyson’s truck.