Rough and Rugged: A Meet Me In Milwaukee Charity Anthology

Chapter Seven

Bria

Getting everything you want feels damn good.

Becker stalks towards me slowly, every movement sexy, slow, calculated. Sitting on the prep table, my skirt up to my hips, my pink lace panties barely covering me, I laugh. God, he’s beautiful, and he’s mine.

“I love you,” he hums the words as he undoes his belt, pulling it off in one slick move. “And you know damn well how I love that laugh. It’s mine, Bria. That throaty, sexy one when you’re hot. It belongs to me, honey.”

“Never said it didn’t. I love you too,” I whisper back, reaching out to grab the loops on his jeans, yanking him closer.

“You stop giving it out to anyone else,” he growls, grabbing my thighs to yank me to the edge of the table.

“I can’t help it. You make me.... oh,” I cry out as he twists my panties at my hip, pulling them out of his way.

“So silky wet, honey,” he groans, rubbing rough fingers over my slit. “I love how sticky you get when you get hot. You know I need a taste first.”

Nodding, I fall back against the wall, bent at an angle. I don’t care how awkward it is. I need his mouth on me. Lifting my legs, he drops them on his shoulders as he kneels. My hands cover my mouth as moans come rushing out of me as his tongue licks me open, curling around my swollen clit.

“Becker,” I whimper, rocking my hips to get his tongue inside me.

“God, you taste so sweet, better than anything you bake.”

“Please, I need to,” I cry out even as I pull at my top to free my breasts. Palming them, I rub at the super sensitive nipples. I suspected I was pregnant when his chest brushing against my nipples almost made me come. “I need to come, Becker, please, honey.”

“I love when you beg,” he growls, biting at my inner thighs.

His mouth closes over my pussy, and my hands cover my screams again. My eyes roll back as I come, pleasure roiling inside of me until I am thrashing beneath him. I feel his smile, his prideful grin, as he licks me to orgasm. It could put me off, but I just want to laugh.

How is it possible this man is as obsessed with me as I am with him? It is laughable. Here he is, his mouth covering my sticky sex, his hands groping at me, marking me, pinning me down. His obsession with me is in his mouth on my skin, his hands as they tear at my clothes, his throaty sounds as he chants my name and eats me till I shout in pleasure.

“Becker,” I pant his name as he climbs up my body, his hard body hot against mine as we fit skin to skin.

“Yes, honey,” he hums as he surges over me, spreading me out on the prep table. The metal is cool against my feverish skin, and I make a mental note not to use it for baked goods after this. “I love you, honey. I cannot wait to see you getting round with our baby. I want a baker’s dozen with you, Bria.”

Laughter turns to a moan as he thrusts inside of me, pinning my legs back against my chest. He lowers close, sealing his lips to mine as he fucks me slowly. I ought to be out there selling donuts or cupcakes or the sweet rolls I am becoming famous for. But nothing else matters now, not when he needs me, and I need him this way.

“Becker,” I whimper, clawing at his shoulders as he pounds into me, his mouth hot as it closes around my nipple. “I’m going to....no, no, I.... oh, yes!” I shout before I again slam my hands over my mouth, laughing.

Face burrowed in my neck, he laughs too. His teeth skim over my skin as he whispers filthy things in my ear. How good I feel, how wet I get for him, how soft my body is beneath his, how he cannot wait to keep me round with his babies for the rest of ever.

“Mine, all mine,” he murmurs against my mouth as he stills inside of me, grasping my hips to tilt me up. As if he can get me pregnant twice.

It makes me want to laugh, but I can’t. The pleasure is too intense. He comes with a roar, jerking inside me with pulse after pulse of his orgasm. Sitting up, he pulls me astride him as we catch our breath. Peppering small kisses over my flushed skin, he fixes my clothes with gentle hands.

Grinning, he sets me on my feet, patting my soft belly. That shimmer of pride in his eyes makes me feel as if I am his entire world. And in a way, he has become my whole world. Mackenzie loves him and he spoils her with gifts or by doing things around our house. She accepts he is my person and whatever that means.

“Can I... I mean it’s just been.... what I mean to say is...” I trail off as a flash of shyness hits me.

Frowning at me, he frames my face in his huge hands. “Talk to me, darlin’. We wasted enough time hiding things, don’t you think? I never want us to keep another secret or hide for a moment what we want.”

“Can I come to the cabin? Not just tonight....”

Becker’s eyes go wide before a grin unlike any I have seen before overtakes his handsome face. I am stunned to see his eyes shimmer with tears. His hands move to cradle my belly as he nods.

“As if you had any other choice now, Bria. You are my entire world. With or without my baby inside you. I need my world close so I can protect it and take care of it. Yes, I want you at the cabin. I will still check on your sister every single morning. Your world becomes my world now, honey. I will always take care of you, I promise.”

“I love you,” I breathe against his lips, letting him kiss me as he lifts me off my feet again.

“I love you back,” he hums between kisses. “As much as I want to steal you for the entire day, I know you have sweets to make. I will be back here to collect my universe later,” he teases, kissing me again.

Laughing when I see several folks waiting, I sigh. He was right, I have sweets to make and bread to bake. With the other lumberjacks buying half my stock, I have my work cut out for me. I do it with a smile, chatting with customers as I sell cupcakes and rolls, never happier.

Everything I have ever wanted is mine. I have my shop, which I adore. I get to bake sweets or bread all day for people who love what I make. Becker is mine, something I never believed could be true. But he is mine and I am his. Now we’re having a baby, giving me the one last thing I have always wanted but only had a taste of.

A family. With Becker, I will build a family, I will get to have all the things I always wanted and give them all the things I never had. Now there is just one thing I want. With my day winding down, I hear the chime of the front door, Becker walking in with exactly what I want most.

“Here you go, honey,” he breezes in just as I am closing. One hand has a strawberry shake and the other, a basket of the best fries in town.

“I said I loved you earlier, but now I have no doubts. I love you.”

“Good deal, because I love you and I plan to for the rest of my life. You good with that, darlin’?”

“Yeah, lumberjack, I am good with that.”