Fool for You (Southern Bride 7)

“Now? But what about your career? It’s growing so fast, and will you even have time to do it all if you have a baby?”

She slowly started to twirl her fingers in the hair at the base of my neck as she looked into my eyes. “The last five months have been such a dream for me. My job has been amazing, I’m married to my best friend, I’m having fun sharing our journey on Instagram and my blog…”

“But?” I asked.

“Something is missing, and I feel it every time I pass that little room next to our bedroom. If you’re not ready, I totally understand. I just wanted you to know where my head is currently at.”

“In baby land, it sounds like,” I said with a laugh.

She grinned and nodded her head. “I guess so.”

I slowly pulled out of her and carried us over to the sofa in my office. As soon as I sat, Emmerson positioned herself back over me and sank down.

“I cannot fuck you against a door after you tell me that,” I said softly, cupping her face in my hands and bringing her mouth to mine for a kiss.

Emmerson rocked slowly against me, a small moan escaping from her mouth before she pulled her lips away and rested her forehead to mine. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Landon.”

“I’m thinking of how much I love you, and how I’ve always dreamed of seeing you carrying my child.”

Her eyes immediately filled with tears.

“I’m also thinking that if I agree to a baby now, you have to agree to Tramp.”

Emmerson drew her brows in and shook her head, clearly unsure of what I meant.

“For Peaches,” I added. “It’s only fair she has a man in her life.”

“Lady!” she said with a slap on my chest. “And you seriously want to get another puppy? What if it doesn’t take us long to get pregnant?”

I kissed the tip of her nose. “Then we’ll have two young dogs and a baby who will all grow up together.”

Emmerson giggled. “Wait, you’re serious, Landon? You want a baby?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I want a baby whenever you do. Hell, I’ll give you twenty babies if you want. I love you, Emmerson. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to make you happy.”

She lifted up and slowly slid back down onto my dick as I dropped my head back and moaned in pleasure. “And if you want a puppy, you can get a puppy. Just don’t stop doing what you’re doing, Emme. God, it feels so good.”

She started to move faster, grinding her body against mine in a way that made it hard to even breathe. I had to fight to keep my orgasm away until she had her own.

Finally, Emmerson gripped my shoulders and dropped her head back, crying out my name. I could feel her tighten around my dick, and I lost control. I wrapped my arms around her as I pumped up fast and hard, letting my own release pulse into her.

Damn, the idea of making love to her over and over to get her pregnant nearly had me hard again.

Drawing in a few deep breaths, Emmerson pulled back and looked at me with a wide grin. “That was amazing. Spur-of-the-moment sex is something we really have to do more often.”

I laughed and reached for a T-shirt I had sitting at the end of the sofa. When Emmerson lifted herself off of me, I stood and made my way into my private bathroom. Emmerson followed.

“Let me clean you up,” I said, grabbing the hand towel and running it under warm water. I bent down and cleaned all traces of my cum off of her.

Then I quickly worked at cleaning myself and tucking my dick back into my pants before Hal showed up.

“I love you, Landon,” Emmerson whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

With my arms around her waist, I drew her body flush against mine. “I love you more, Emme.”

She shook her head. “Impossible.”

Laughing, I lifted one brow. “I’ve loved you longer.”

Emmerson’s smile faltered for a moment before she pierced me with her gaze. “I don’t think so. I think I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

“Maybe we should call this a draw. We’ve loved each other equally as long.”

Holding me tighter, she smiled wide again. “I can agree with those terms.”

“Good,” I said, kissing the tip of her nose. “Now, let’s get back to talking about this new baby.”

“Okay!”

“I’m thinking a Vizsla. Noah and I have been needing a good bird dog for a few years, since your dad’s pointer has gotten too old and lazy.”

Her mouth hung open in shock before I laughed and spun her around. She screamed when I stopped, dipped her back, and kissed the living shit out of her.

“Kidding. Kidding,” I said as I set her back on her feet. “I think we should start as soon as possible with this whole baby-making thing.”