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The Lumberjack's Nanny: A Forbidden Romance (Rockford Falls 3)

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“Mmmm,” he said appreciatively as his fingers stroked between my legs, finding me wet for him already.

“Yes,” I whispered, “take me one more time before we’re husband and wife.”

“You liked living in sin with me, you naughty girl,” he teased. I giggled.

“Every second of it,” I admitted, wriggling against the pleasing stroke and press of his long fingers on my sex.

“Then allow me to make sure we go out with a bang.”

“I do like a good bang,” I laughed.

Max slid down my body and disappeared beneath the sheets. He worked my clit with his hot mouth as his fingers traced the sensitive folds of my core. He plunged a finger in me, curled it as the pressure built inside of me. I bucked and jerked as he lapped at my clit and I rode his fingers to a shuddering orgasm. While I was still shuddering from the powerful climax, he loomed over me, thrust his cock into my slick, aching sex and my head went back with a moan. It seemed impossible that sex with Max could get better and better, but it was true. In no time I was sucking his neck the way he liked, making him lose his rhythm and thrust into me wildly, pumping his cock into me, filling me so that I felt myself climb to the heights of pleasure again so swiftly it was dizzying. When he grabbed my thigh and gave me a deep, rocking thrust, I saw stars, crying out as I felt him empty into me with his powerful orgasm. I was panting, my arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed my lips.

“That was just a warm-up for the wedding night,” he said wickedly.

“I can’t wait.”

A few hours later, I pinned the flower wreath on Sadie’s hair and gave her the basket of petals to sprinkle down the white fabric runner we used as an aisle. We were marrying in our backyard, the forest and mountain a more beautiful backdrop than any decorations could be. I smoothed the skirt of my simple, gorgeous gown—Laura and I had gone to Savannah to pick it out. It was elegant, a lovely shade of soft cream chiffon with an empire waist, a narrow belt of delicate crystals twined with silver thread above the flowing column of a Grecian skirt. Laura hugged me. “You look gorgeous. Now go marry that hot lumberjack.”

“I plan to,” I said with a grin.

The music began and I followed Sadie down the aisle and took Max’s hand. My mom held our precious baby Liam in the front row of seats, his head drooping against her shoulder in sleep, undisturbed by the music. I kissed Sadie and handed her my bouquet. We said our vows and kissed. I couldn’t imagine being happier than I was. I was Max’s wife at last. My adoption of Sadie would be finalized in the coming week and she’d be my own daughter on paper as she’d always been in my heart. She was a loving big sister to Liam, whose wide dark eyes followed her wherever she went.

We rode to the diner, my diner, for the reception. We had a cake and three kinds of pie, and Trixie had done the flowers that lined the counter and bloomed beautifully in a small vase at each booth and table. Max had bought the diner outright for me. He called it an early wedding gift back when I was pregnant with Liam, saying he didn’t want me worrying about a mortgage. I had been right that he took charge, took care of me, of all of us. It was beautiful and safe, and more than I’d ever dreamed of having in the days when I was scrimping and saving for a down payment.

We laughed and danced and ate way too much. Sadie had insisted we serve grilled cheese for part of the dinner, so we feasted on her specialty before cutting the cake. When Sadie took a little bit of frosting on the tip of her finger and gave it to Liam to taste, he kicked his chubby feet and squealed.

“I think we may have another baker on our hands. You may have some competition in the kitchen soon,” Max told me.

I beamed up at him, “That suits me just fine. Especially since we’ve made a climber out of Sadie and she’ll probably want to start chopping down trees with you soon.”

“Hey, I’ve loosened up a lot but I’m not ready to let our seven-year-old loose with a hatchet just yet. Overprotective habits die hard,” he teased.

“That’s probably for the best,” I said.

“This is all for the best, my love. Forever,” he said, and my handsome husband bent to kiss me softly on the lips.

The End


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