Only Love

“Liam!” London cried as she shoved her ass back to meet my harsh thrusts. “I’m, oh, oh! Oh, Liam! I’m going to come.”

Thank fuck for that because my balls were drawn up tight as a drum, and the tingling in my spine had started spreading. “Come, baby girl,” I demanded. “Come around my cock. I’ll be right behind you, and I want to feel your pussy milking my cock of every drop of my spunk, baby girl. Take it all and make me a daddy.”

London tensed for a moment, then she buried her face in the bedspread and screamed as she shattered apart. Her orgasm pulsed through her sex, and her inner muscles squeezed so hard I had to push with all my strength to bottom out in her one last time before I let go. “London!” I roared as I ejaculated wave after wave of seed into her ripe, unprotected womb.

After we were both spent and utterly exhausted, I untied her and snuggled her into my side. “Are you alright?” I whispered as I rubbed my beard over the crown of her head. “Did I hurt you?”

“You mean besides the pain I’m going to feel every time I sit down for the next few days?” Her tone was dry, but it was underscored with amusement.

“Yes,” I agreed, adopting a jovial tone. “Besides that. You earned that punishment, baby girl.” She looked up at me, and I gave her a devilish grin. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it. And you and I both know it made you hot as fuck. Don’t think I didn’t see you rubbing against the blanket for relief.”

She blushed and buried her face in my chest, making me chuckle. “Seriously, though,” I murmured.

London lifted her head again and smiled at me with complete joy and satisfaction. “It was perfect, and I’m perfect, and you’re perfect…”

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss. Anything more than that and I was afraid my dick would wake up. I was too fucking tired, and my baby girl needed to rest her pussy because I intended to keep my word and fill her up until she was growing our baby.

“Go to sleep, baby girl. I love you.”

London sighed and cuddled a little closer. “I love you too, Liam.”

Once her breathing had evened out, I shifted onto my back, being careful not to wake her. Then I stretched out my arm toward the little box again. This time, I removed the most important thing in there. London’s head had fallen onto my chest, and her left hand rested on my stomach. Gently, I slipped the platinum ring with the five-carat pink diamond onto her third finger. Contentment stole over me, and I sighed, feeling at peace after two years of restlessness I hadn’t realized had been there.

Only love could make me feel like this. Only London’s love.

Epilogue

London

Liam and I had only been together for a month, but it felt like so much longer with the easy way we meshed our lives together. He’d hired a mover the morning after our first night together, and I was officially moved into his house—our home—by that weekend. Only a few days later, he landed a position at Columbia University and met with his boss to deliver the bad news. When she offered him more money and a lighter schedule, he’d finally been forced to tell her that he could no longer work at NYU due to a conflict of interest since his fiancée—me!—was a new student there. Not wanting to open a can of worms, she quickly backed off, and I had a new professor in class the following week.

The most difficult part of our relationship had been telling my parents. My mom had been cool about it, but my dad practically blew a gasket when he found out I’d moved in with some guy he’d never met before, who was almost twice my age—his words, not mine. But my mom pointed out how hypocritical he was being since their relationship had started in a very similar fashion. After Liam had a long talk with him, he’d accepted it and even gave us his blessing.

It was a good thing, too, because Liam’s plan to get me barefoot and pregnant moved quicker than I’d expected. With his arms wrapped around me and his chin resting on my shoulder, we stared down at the test I’d just taken. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered in awe.

Liam turned me around and fell to his knees in front of me. Then he pressed a kiss to my belly before dropping his forehead against it. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me tight as he rasped, “You’re carrying my baby.”

“Yeah, but that can’t be too much of a surprise, considering how much effort you’ve put into making sure it happened,” I teased, my lips curving up in a big grin.