Stryker

My dick felt like it was being squeezed in a vice as she convulsed around me, panting. Seconds later, I followed her into orgasm, only to have her ripple around me for a second time. Her body finally went lax, satisfied.

She rose and the feel of my dick sliding out of her had me hard and throbbing, again.

Evie smiled, and straddling my thighs as she wrapped her arms around my neck while my dick pressed up against her belly.

“We need to go back to the room,” I whispered, raining kisses down her neck. I placed the longest kiss on the top of her swollen belly. Our child. Tears formed in my eyes at how happy Evie had made me by loving me and giving me a family that I’d always protect.

Kissing each bared nipple, I traveled back up to her sweet lips, placing a light kiss to them when she smiled.

“I want you inside me again. Here. On the beach.”

“Evie,” I groaned in warning. “Our room is less than a hundred yards away.”

She grinned, and rubbed the slit at the head of my dick.

I twitched and leaked with arousal and wouldn’t be able to walk until I’d been satisfied. My wife was a damn tease, and knew it as well.

I loved her so fucking much, and she was my whole world.

Evie ~ 4 months later

I’D WOKEN MISSING THE warmth of my husband’s arms holding me close, but when I opened my eyes, they filled with tears.

He sat in the corner of the room on the rocking chair with our two-month-old daughter, Reagan, cuddled against his chest.

She slept, but Jake didn’t. As he rocked, his gaze was solely focused on Reagan while he whispered words that I couldn’t hear to her.

My heart felt filled to bursting with the love that would overwhelm me at unexpected times, just like now.

Jake had been through so much, and he’d worked so hard to give us our own beautiful home, which had meant the world to him that he’d been able to do that.

We lived comfortably with thanks to my first and only published non-fiction book doing so well, about what happened over three years ago. Jake’s father had also transferred the money he’d saved for Jake over to him once everything had settled down. Jake hadn’t wanted to take it, but his father and Carter had persuaded him to in the end.

I smiled thinking about Carter. He was in a panic over Millie being close to her due date with their first child. The big, tough FBI guy was scared of childbirth. I shouldn’t find it amusing because Jake had been terrified, but he’d explained it was me being in pain that terrified him, and not the actual birth. That’s what I thought was wrong with Carter, and told Millie to try and get him to talk to her about it.

My focus returned to Jake with our daughter so I couldn’t resist any longer and climbed out of bed. The rustling of the bedcover alerted Jake to the fact that I was awake and as I crossed the room to them his cheeks heated in embarrassment.

“How much did you hear,” he whispered, holding my gaze.

I smiled and curved my arm around his neck as I stood beside the rocking chair. “I couldn’t hear anything. You whispered so quietly.”

He held my gaze for a few more seconds before he patted his lap. “Curl up on here with us.”

I was careful to not wake Reagan as I curled up on his lap. His arm went around my back as we both settled in watching our beautiful child.

“I can never find the words to tell you what you and Reagan mean to me.” He dropped his head to mine. “I love you, Evangeline. My Evie.”

“I love you too, Jake Rivers.”

THE END