His Mail Order Bride (Alpha Men 1)

“You do?” I whisper carefully.

“You’re not leaving me, Carly. We’re staying married, you’re going to have our child, and we’re going to grow old together. Do you hear me?” he whispers.

I couldn’t help but hear him. He’s whispering it in my ear, his heated breath almost as real as a soft touch. His words are so profound they bring a tear to my eyes.

“I hear you,” I whisper, tightening my hand in his and my thighs too to keep us right there, holding his cum inside of me.

“And you will love me, Carly. Someday you will love me so deeply that it hurts to breathe without me.”

“I will,” I vow to him, knowing that it will happen because I’m close to that point now. The thought of leaving him was tearing me up inside.

“I know, baby, because I will love you the same way. We’re forever, Carly. Do you understand?”

“We’re forever, Stone,” I agree, letting those tears fall and it’s okay. These tears are perfectly fine, because they are happy tears.

A while later, I fall asleep just like that. Wrapped up in my husband’s arms, our hands linked between my legs, holding him inside of me.

I’ve never been happier.

Epilogue

Stone

Five years later

I get in from work and with the closing of the door, peace finds me. Carly has given me that. The moment I walk into our house, I feel free. Instantly the smell of dinner hits me. She’s making beef stew tonight. My wife has many hidden talents, but her cooking is something that can’t be matched and her beef stew melts in your mouth. I follow the sounds from the kitchen and instantly smile as I round the corner to the open room.

Carly is at the kitchen bar, helping our four-year-old daughter, Lela, make cookies. They’re laughing and Carly is sifting her fingers through Lela’s hair much like she does mine. I doubt she’s even aware she does it, but the touch is soft and full of love.

“What are my girls doing?” I ask, unable to stay apart from them a minute longer. This is my sanctuary—my purpose. Being with my family is what makes life good. In just five short years, I’ve gone from a solitary man with nothing to a man who has everything. Carly gave that to me.

“Daddy!” Lela cries. Carly helps her get down from the barstool and then she takes off running as fast as she can to me. I bend down and scoop my little angel up while she presses her head to my chest and wraps her little body around me.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I tell her softly, enjoying having her close.

Carly follows at a much slower rate, but then she has to these days. Her stomach is tight with our second child. Her hand rests on her stomach, and she smiles at me with so much happiness and love, my heart feels completely full.

“Hey, handsome,” she whispers, when she gets to us. I lean down and give her a quick kiss. “You have a hard day at work?” she asks when we break apart.

“I don’t even remember,” I tell her honestly. I never remember how bad things were on the outside, not when I get here. I wasn’t kidding either. Carly and Lela make the world go away for me.

“Lela, go wash up and you can keep Daddy company while I heat his dinner up.”

“Okay, Mommy. We can read my new book, Daddy!” she yells excitedly as I help her slide to the floor. She immediately takes off running and it’s almost in perfect unison that her mother and I both yell.

“Stop running, Lela!”

“Okay!” she calls out, and she does slow down—though not very much.

“That girl is going to be a track star someday,” Carly laughs.

“Olympic gold medalist,” I agree. “Give me those lips, baby. I missed you.”

She goes willingly into my arms and we kiss. I don’t know how it’s possible, but each time we kiss—even after all this time—it just gets better.

“You always say you missed me,” she whispers, smiling up at me.

“It’s always true,” I answer with a shrug. “You have a good day?”

“Stone, how could I not have a good day? I’m with you,” she says simply.