Epilogue
Lauren
“And now it goes into the oven for a little while before I add the cheese and lightly brown that,” I explain more to myself than my husband.
He’s been sitting at the kitchen island for the last hour, patiently watching as I assembled my newest casserole creation.
I don’t know if it’s going to be any good, but I’ve found I really like experimenting with cooking now that I have a whole kitchen instead of just my kitchenette.
“It should take about an hour,” I turn and beam at my husband, feeling extra proud of today’s accomplishment.
Bronco gives me a look. I know that look in his eyes. It’s always the one he has right before we end up making love.
“And how do you want to fill that hour, Mrs. Hayes?” he asks already pushing away from the island.
“My family is coming over for dinner. I can’t be looking like you just had your way with me,” I protest without any real objection in my tone.
“Promise I’ll put you back exactly how I found you.” As he says the words, he’s crossing the kitchen to sweep me into his arms. He squeezes my hips with his big hands while he nibbles on my neck.
Ever since I got the news yesterday, it makes sense why I constantly want to climb my husband like a tree.
I haven’t told him yet. I was planning to tell him tonight only to realize I’m hosting a family dinner with Aunt Elaine and Vale.
I decided I would wait until after dinner because it feels like it should be an announcement between the two of us.
He’s the first person I want to know about our baby.
“You promise?” I practically purr as his beard rubs against my face, reminding me of how good it felt when he had it between my thighs last night.
“Promise. Now come here.” He tugs me toward the bedroom.
“Strip,” he demands the moment we’re inside. He doesn’t believe in wasting time that could be spent with some part of him deep inside of my pussy.
“So bossy,” I sass as I tug off my skirt and shirt quickly. For a brief second, I wonder if he can tell if anything has changed. Do I look puffier? I feel puffier, slightly bloated like the week before my period.
But Bronco just reaches for the center of his jeans and cups his manhood. “Damn, my wife is hot.”
His words help me to relax and remind me that this is Bronco. The man has never once complained about how I look. If anything, he’s always insisting I need to eat more and encouraging me to wear the clothes that make me happy. He’s proud of my body, and I am too.
I bend and reach for the straps of my kitten heels, aware of the way he can see straight down my bra like this. Yeah, I’m teasing him. I’m teasing both of us.
“Bra and panties off. The heels stay on,” Bronco insists, his voice rough. “Get on your back and spread those thighs for your man. Gonna lick my wife’s pussy now until she’s screaming.”
I peel the material from my body, relieved to know he’s going to take care of this insistent ache between my thighs. Although if I’m being honest, I could probably come just from hearing him say dirty things to me. It’s a side of him I’m discovering more about the longer we’re married.
I spread out on our bed. It’s still amazing to get to say that. We’ve only been married for three months, and everything is still new and exciting between us.
My juices are already dripping from my pussy and if it weren’t for the way that Bronco’s looking at me, I’d find it a little embarrassing. But it always seems to make him hornier when he knows I’m dripping for him.
He yanks off his shirt but doesn’t remove his pants. Instead, he strides to the top of our bed and reaches for my hair. He spreads it across his pillow before he gives a satisfied nod. “Perfect.”
Before I can think on that, he’s positioning himself between my thighs. He spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and stares at my wetness for so long that I start to squirm.
“So pretty,” he murmurs then he dips his head and runs his tongue along my seam.
I jerk at the otherworldly sensation, at how amazing it feels to have his tongue touching such an intimate part of me. But Bronco just puts a hand on my stomach, applying the slightest pressure to still me. “Let me taste you.”
He growls and grunts as he consumes me, pushing me higher and higher. I try to call out, to warn him that I’m about to come. But he doesn’t stop.
“Come for me,” he demands, sucking my swollen nub between his lips.
His commands, the noises he’s making, the way he’s holding me with the slightest pressure, everything about this moment feels sacred and precious. Then he swirls his tongue around my clit, and I detonate right there. Wave after wave of pleasure pulls me under, and I scream his name in bliss.
When it’s over, my taut body relaxes, and he crawls up the mattress to join me. I realize belatedly that he’s fully naked now, and I wish I hadn’t missed that. He lies down on his side, facing me. “You make me feel so good.”
“It’s my fuckin’ job as your husband.” He reaches for my leg and hooks it over his hip. The position opens me up, and he scoots closer. His cock nudges my slick folds. We both groan at the contact. “You’re going to come for me.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I whisper the words even though I’m already on edge again. My breath comes in tiny pants, and my skin prickles with the awareness of an impending release.
He slips his cock into my wet channel, pausing to give me a second to adjust to his size. But it only takes a few seconds for the familiar feeling of fullness to settle over me. I love the way he’s so big when he’s inside of me.
I squeeze him tighter, wanting to give him every ounce of pleasure that I can. “Make love to me.”
He begins a slow rhythm, easing in and out of my body. He plays with my clit each time he pulls out, winding me tighter and tighter.
“Come for me now, wife,” he whispers just as he pinches the swollen nub.
My pussy flutters around him, strangling his cock as I come in a rush of ecstasy so blinding that the whole world fades.
There’s only me and Bronco and the incredible pleasure he’s giving me.
I feel the moment his release starts. His hot come fills me, making me feel like everything is right in the world.
He collapses next to me on the bed and cradles me for long moments. I don’t know how long we stay wrapped up in each other. I think I may have dozed off because at one point, I wake up to him carrying me into the bathroom.
He sets me gently on the counter. He adjusts the shower water to warm then crosses the floor, giving me a happy look. I love this soft side of him. The one no one else but me gets to see.
“I love you so much,” he says as he gathers me in his arms.
I burst into tears.
Bronco doesn’t even look alarmed. He just pulls me tighter against his bare chest. This is the third time this week that I’ve had an emotional outburst, and each time Bronco hasn’t said a word. He’s only comforted me then later, he brings me ice cream or chocolate.
“Is everything okay with you?” he asks this time, his voice a deep rumble.
The tears have finally stopped and now I’m just a sniffling mess. He takes a tissue and helps me blow my nose, hovering over me like I might start crying again.
“I’m just so happy, and I was going to wait until later to tell you about this surprise, but I can’t wait a minute more.”
“What is it?” he asks, brow furrowing together.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out. We’ve talked about babies. We’ve agreed we’re going to have a huge family, but we never said when we would start trying. It just seemed like it was something that would happen in its own time.
I watch all the emotions flicker across his face—delight and shock and happiness. So much happiness.
“We’re pregnant?” he repeats, pressing a hand to my bare belly.
I nod. “The doctor thinks we’re about six weeks along.”
He crushes me against his chest and peppers me with kisses before we take a warm shower together. He takes his time washing me slowly. We keep exchanging little glances like we have the best secret in the world.
Afterwards, he helps me get dressed and gives me a grin. “See, just as I left you.”
“Except my hair and makeup aren’t fixed yet,” I tell him as the doorbell rings. I send him a glare and go to answer it, but he grabs my hand.
“The mother of my child always looks beautiful.”
I blush and melt. Yep, this is why I married this big, crazy cowboy. Because he always says the sweetest things to me.
Dinner with Aunt Elaine and Vale goes by too fast. They’ve only been here four hours, and it still feels like they just arrived. I’ve settled back at the table after serving everyone a big slice of chocolate cake to go with their coffee.
I send Bronco a look. He seems to know exactly what I want to do, because he gives me a nod. He takes my hand in his. Our fingers intertwine underneath the table, and I’ll never get tired of holding hands with the man that’s my best friend.
“I have something to tell you both,” I say. “I’m pregnant. It’s really early on. You can’t tell anyone yet.”
“Oh, sweetie! That’s amazing news!” My aunt abandons her cake to come around the table and pull me into a big hug.
Meanwhile, Vale claps Bronco on the shoulder and calls him a bastard for making him an uncle so soon, but it’s obvious there’s pride in his gaze. He’s excited about his soon-to-arrive niece or nephew.
It’s so wonderful to have family to celebrate with. I don’t know whether we’re having a boy or a girl. But I do know that our child will be one of the most loved kids in the whole world.
Later, after Aunt Elaine and Vale have left, Bronco puts an arm around my shoulders and a hand on my tummy. Then he looks at me, tears in his gaze. “Thank you for giving me the best gift ever.”
I burrow closer to him and press a soft kiss to his neck. “It wasn’t a one-woman show. I seem to recall a very bossy cowboy was present.”
He chuckles as I gaze out into the night sky. There’s so much good to celebrate. So many amazing things that are still on the horizon for our family. I can’t wait to watch it all unfold.