Epilogue
AMES
“Ames,” Dakota panted as she bounced on my dick. “You have to tell me when…oh, yes! Yes!”
“No,” I grunted as I grabbed her hips and sped up, fucking her harder and deeper. “I am not fucking pulling out.” She’d brought it up a few times since we’d arrived in London, and I’d shot it down every damn time. “Unless it’s in your mouth, I come inside you.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have my baby.
We both wanted a big family and didn’t want to wait to start.
No, her hang-up was fear that people would think I married her just because she was pregnant.
But I didn’t give a fuck what other people thought.
And if anyone did have the balls to say it, I’d hold a press conference and announce that I knocked her up to force her to marry me.
If I was completely honest with myself, the thought of breeding Dakota had made me come even harder, filling her with more and more of my baby batter.
Once again, the picture of Dakota wearing nothing but my ring and my hands caressing her swollen belly sent my libido into overdrive.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” I grunted. “I want to live in your tight little pussy. That’s it, milk my cock. Fuck! Oh, fuck!”
Dakota’s inner muscles clenched, and she tipped backward, resting on my bent knees and curled her arms under my thighs. “Yes! Yes! Ames!”
I palmed her tits for a second, then pinched her stiff peaks as I punched my hips up, impaling her to the hilt every time. “Come, Dakota,” I ordered gruffly. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
Her cries of ecstasy escalated until she reached her peak and shattered with a deafening scream.
She was clenching my dick so hard that I had to fight to withdraw and slam back in. “Damn, baby,” I rasped. “I could fuck this pussy for hours. You’re gripping the shit out of my cock. It feels so fucking–Oh, fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck, yes!”
The tingling building at the base of my spine shot straight to my balls, drawing them up as I planted myself as deep as possible one last time. I curled my hands around her hips and held her still, plastered against me so that nothing would slip out as I exploded inside her.
“My dad is going to kill you, Ames,” Dakota groaned as she flopped back into my lap. She was exhausted from throwing up and dry heaving several more times.
A few minutes ago, she’d dashed out of the kitchen when she took a bite of the bacon I’d made with breakfast. I hastily followed and managed to kneel behind her and hold up her hair in time for her to lose what little she’d already eaten.
“Why?” I asked curiously as I reached for a hand towel and wiped the sweat off her brow.
“If I’m pregnant, then you knocked up his little girl out of wedlock.”
I laughed at her adorable use of the antiquated term. “Your mom wants lots of grandchildren, baby. She won’t let him kill me.”
Dakota grunted, and I swallowed another chuckle as I pushed to my feet with her cradled in my arms. I carried her to the master bathroom and set her on the counter, then put toothpaste on her brush and handed it to her.
After brushing and rinsing, her color returned, and she looked like she hadn’t been sick at all.
Still, I scooped her up and took her out to the couch in the living room, then gently set her down. “I’ll get you some toast. If you keep that down, then I’ll reheat your eggs and potatoes.”
“I can come—”
“Sit your pretty little ass right there, and let me take care of you,” I demanded.
She glared at me but relaxed back into the cushions. “Fine.”
I was buttering her toast when the elevator dinged. Before I could even tell Dakota to stay put, she was in the foyer. A man handed her a small plastic bag, then tipped his hat and walked off.
Dakota opened it and glanced at the contents, then her head whipped in my direction, staring at me with an astounded expression.
“How did you…? I just got sick like fifteen minutes ago.”
I shrugged as I took the bag from her and removed one of the dozen pregnancy tests I ordered and told the front desk to bring up as soon as they arrived.
“I ordered them on my phone while you were resting after you threw up the first time.” The right amount of money could get anything delivered to you extremely fast.
“You…” She shook her head and threw her hands into the air. “Shouldn’t you be freaking out? Just a little bit?”
Laughing, I slipped my arm around her waist and guided her back to our bedroom. “I think you’re doing that enough for us both, baby.”
“I am not,” she pouted.
“My mistake,” I teased as I ripped open one of the boxes. “It says—”
“I’ll take care of it,” she interrupted, snatching the phone from my hands. “You go wait out there.”
I started to argue, but she pushed against my chest and muttered, “If you want me to pee on these sticks, then I’m not going to do it in front of you.” Sighing, I did as she asked and paced outside the bathroom door until I heard a flush and the sink turned on.
Without knocking, I strolled back into the bathroom, ignoring her glare in the mirror. After she dried her hands, I put my arms around her and held her to me, her back to my front. I rested my chin on her shoulder and watched the window of the test. “How long did they say we had to wait?”
“It said three to five—”
I whooped when the word pregnant suddenly appeared and spun Dakota around so I could lift her up and kiss the hell out of her.
When I released her lips, she clung to me with arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I chuckled at the dreamy look on her face and set her on the counter.
I leaned in, and she lifted her face for another kiss, but that wasn’t my objective. When I stood upright again, I had another little box in my hand, and I pushed it into hers. “Let’s just make sure.”
Dakota’s lips curled down in annoyance, but she didn’t protest. She wanted to know as much as I did.
Five tests later, I grinned at the counter where there were three sets of double pink lines and two little windows with the word pregnant flashing in them.
I turned Dakota to face me and dropped to my knees so I could place a soft kiss on her belly. “This is amazing,” I breathed.
“You’re really happy about the baby?” Dakota’s tone held a note of vulnerability, and I looked up at her with an earnest smile.
“I’m fucking ecstatic, baby.” I climbed to my feet and put my hand on her waist, then captured her chin between my thumb and forefinger to make sure she didn’t look away when I asked, “Are you?”
Dakota blinked a few times, and my heart dropped when I realized she was holding back tears.
“I know you wanted to wait…”
She shook her head and smiled brightly. “I’m more than happy, Ames. My worries about what people would think were stupid.”
“Hey.” I frowned. “Not stupid. It was a legitimate worry, but no one will ever question how much I love you and our kids, baby. I won’t let them.”
She beamed at me and placed her hand over her stomach. “We’ve only known for a few minutes, yet…I’m already in love with this little peanut.”
I grinned and kissed her thoroughly. “How about I feed my fiancée and our little one, then we can practice making them a brother or sister.”
Dakota giggled and went up on her tiptoes to brush a sweet kiss over my lips. “I like the sound of that.”
Hours later, we were lying in bed after making love for the…I’d lost count of how many times. Dakota was sprawled on top of me, with my cock still buried inside her, and I was drawing football plays on her back with the tips of my fingers.
“Ames?” She lifted her torso and folded her arms across my chest before resting her chin on them.
“Yeah, baby?” I brushed some wayward, red and black strands of hair away from her face.
“Tell me the truth. You didn’t get me pregnant just to make our moms happy, did you?”
“Fuck no,” I grunted. “I love you, Dakota. And I want to start our life together, to marry you, and see our family grow, nothing else matters.” I quickly flipped us over and hovered above her, using my elbows to keep the brunt of my weight off her.
“There are many, many perks to knocking you up, baby. And getting our moms off our backs doesn’t even rank in the top ten. ”
Dakota laughed, and her lower body clenched, causing my semi-hard cock to swell. “Perks, huh? Like what?”
I cupped her incredible tits and squeezed them, making her clench again. “You have the world’s greatest rack,” I groaned. “But I am still excited to see these grow and to taste their cream when you’re feeding our babies.”
She whimpered and arched her back as she locked her legs around my waist.
“There’s also knowing that any motherfucker who looks at you will know without a fucking doubt that you’re taken,” I growled. Slowly, I rocked into her, almost teasing her with the small thrust. “Seeing your round belly and knowing I bred you is going to be hot as fuck.”
She tightened her legs, but I kept my movement slow and shallow. “Ames,” she whined desperately as she wiggled, trying to encourage me to speed up.
“Hush, baby. I’m telling you about the perks. Let’s see, oh yes, fucking you bare.”
“That doesn’t count,” she gasped when I bucked a little harder. “That’s how we got ourselves here in the first place.”
“Good point…but I’m still counting it. I noticed you’ve been pretty insatiable the last few weeks…if that’s due to pregnancy hormones, then that definitely makes the top five.”
“Ames?”
“What, baby?”
She grabbed my biceps in a death grip, deliberately digging her nails into my skin and making my dick grow to epic proportions. “You can tell me the rest later. Right now, I need you to remind me who I belong to.”
Fuck. My woman knew exactly what to say to make me lose all control. And since she couldn’t seem to resist wielding that weapon, she had no one to blame but herself when she ended up pregnant again before our daughter turned six months old.