Her Paradise

“You’re giving me a family.” He looks back at me. His eyes are watering, and my heart aches at the sight. I could never imagine growing up without a family like he did.

“Cyrus, I’d give you anything you ever asked for.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “I don’t know what I did in life to have you but—”

I cut him off. “You were an honorable, wonderful man. That’s what. I’m the lucky one—no one snatched you from me.” He opens his mouth to fight me on it. “Let’s call it square,” I laugh, knowing we could bicker about this all night, and there are other things I’d rather be doing right now.

“I hope it’s a girl. With your fire and beauty,” he tells me. Now my eyes start to water.

“Your passion and devotion,” I tell him. He kisses me.

I never would have known that painting his fence that night would be the start of our life together or that it would become a family tradition everyone used to share news.

Moments later my back hits our bed and Cyrus comes down over me. I know I won’t be leaving this bed for the rest of the night and maybe not even tomorrow.

The rest of the world can wait. We’d waited long enough.

Epilogue

Sammy

Three years later…

“Sunshine, I don’t think you needed to do all this.”

I bite into the cupcake I’m holding. Sadly it’s my fifth, but I’m eating for three, so I don’t give a shit. I spent service time on them, writing VOTE FOR MY MAN on them and handing them out today.

“Yes, I did,” I say around a mouth full of chocolate cupcake. Cyrus smiles at me, and I lick my lips to make sure I don’t have icing on my face.

“Missed a spot,” he says before he kisses me hard, making me drop the cupcake. I would be mad about it, but his kisses are sweeter and better than any cupcake.

Today was the election for sheriff. The polls are closed and we are waiting on a call to tell us who won. Not that it matters. No one ran against Cyrus. Still, I was going to campaign for my man. What kind of wife would I be if I hadn’t? “Time to celebrate,” he says against my mouth and picks me up.

I let out a small yelp. I look around and see no one is really paying attention. Nikki spots us, though. She’s keeping an eye on our daughter playing with her boys. She winks at me as Cyrus carries me into the back of the bakery and into my office. He shuts the door behind us.

“How are we going to celebrate?” I tease, batting my eyelashes at him as he sits me down on the desk.

His eyes roam over my body. “I had no idea an outfit like this would do this to me.” My eyes go to the outline of his cock in his slacks. I grab the suit jacket I have on, pretending to straighten it primly. I don’t know where I got the silly idea to dress up like a politician’s wife, but I’m rolling with it. I was leading this campaign, and I was gonna do it right to the very last second.

“I want your tits out for this, so start undressing or it becomes a rag.” I don’t move. I’m good with it becoming a rag. I have no plans on wearing it again. Besides, I keep spare clothes at the bakery because messes always happen around here. I smirk at him, and he knows I’m not going to do as I’m told.

I gasp as he pulls the jackets off me. Next, the buttons of the pink silk blouse go flying. My bra is the next to go. “Fuck,” he grunts as my tits and baby bump come into view. He leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucks and licks it before moving to the other.

His hand snakes up my skirt and I smile when his body stills. “No underwear, sunshine?” he growls.

“Oops. Must have forgot that,” I lie.

“Forgot, my ass.” He bunches up my skirt, spreading my legs wide for him and dropping to his knees in front of me.

“You got your sweet treat. It’s time for mine.” My head drops back as his mouth lands on my center. I ease myself back down on the desk and clap a hand over my mouth. I might like to poke Cyrus, but I know for a fact he’d be beyond pissed if someone were to hear me cumming, and holy hell, I’m already close. I had no idea walking around in a skirt with no panties on would make me horny all day.

Or maybe it’s the pregnancy. This one has my hormones in overdrive. I don’t know if it’s because I’m expecting twins, but whatever it is, I’m horny all the time and Cyrus makes sure he fulfills my needs, no matter the hour.