Epilogue
brADY
“Fuck yeah, baby,” I grunted as I stared at my gorgeous girl while she bounced on my cock. “Ride me hard. Fuck! Yes, baby! Fuck!”
“Brady,” she whimpered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “You feel so good. So big. Yes. Oh, yes!”
I grabbed her hips and helped her move up and down with even more force.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she chanted, growing louder with each word until she screamed my name as she shattered.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing me so damn hard, milking my cock. Fuck! ” I plunged up one last time as I yanked her down and planted myself as deep as possible before I exploded.
This was our third round tonight, yet I filled her to overflowing every time.
My come coated her thighs and my dick, making me slide in just a little more.
I felt the tip bump her cervix, which just set off another jet of semen spurting into her unprotected womb.
Talia collapsed on my chest, panting and shaking with tiny aftershocks. I palmed her ass and pressed our centers together, trying to keep as much inside her as I could. Exhausted, we fell asleep just like that.
Hours later, I groaned when Talia’s tight pussy tugged on my dick as she lifted herself off me.
She scrambled off the bed, and I went up on one elbow to see what she was doing.
“Baby?” It was barely six in the morning, and I had hoped she’d sleep in.
She’d been exhausted lately, and I worried she’d been pushing herself too hard.
Then I heard her retching, and I flew out of bed and into the bathroom. I knelt behind her and held her hair back as she emptied her stomach. When she seemed to be finished, I ran a cloth under cool water and sat back down beside her. Then I wiped her face, then placed it on the back of her neck.
“You are going to the doctor today, Talia,” I declared, my tone leaving no room for argument.
“But—”
“No more excuses. You’ve been dead on your feet lately, and now you’re throwing up. There’s something wrong and—” I paused as a thought hit me. “Unless it’s something very right.”
“What?”
I ignored her and scooted back to open the cabinet under the sink where I’d stored a few special boxes. I grabbed one and was about to shut the door, then thought better of it and took two more.
“Are those pregnancy tests?” Talia asked incredulously.
“Better to be prepared,” I explained with a shrug. I hopped to my feet and set the tests on the counter before I bent over and grabbed her waist, helping her up and setting her on the counter.
“So…you just thought you should keep a stash of pregnancy tests lying around?”
I’d been opening one of the boxes but stopped and stared at her with a raised brow. “Baby, I’ve been fucking you bare multiple times a day for a month. Doing my damnedest to knock you up. Of course I have tests on hand.”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times, then her cheeks turned pink. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t known we’d never used protection. This was bound to happen eventually.
“Are you unhappy about the prospect of carrying my baby?” I asked, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable.
Talia shook her head emphatically. “I want to have a family with you, Brady. The sooner, the better. I guess I was just…trying not to hope it’s what you want too.”
“Baby,” I crooned softly as I moved to stand between her legs.
“I can’t fucking wait to see you waddling around with a big belly, knowing it’s my kid cooking inside you.
It’s seriously fucking hot, and knowing how happy it would make you…
” I grinned and removed a test from the open box. “Let’s see if we made a baby.”
Talia grabbed the stick from my hand and hopped off the counter. I shot her a stern look, warning her not to do shit like that. I needed to help her, make sure she was safe. But she just rolled her eyes and pushed against my chest.
I frowned. “I’m not leaving.”
“You’re not watching me pee on a stick!” she argued.
Her sass always made me smile. “Just accept it, baby. I’m never leaving you.”
Her face turned soft, and she sighed. “At least turn around.”
I laughed and did as she asked.
Ten minutes later, we had six positive tests.
I whooped and gathered Talia into my arms before stalking to the bed.
I set her on the edge of the mattress and dropped to my knees in front of her.
My eyes dropped to her stomach, and I grinned as I opened the top drawer on the nightstand beside me.
I found the small box I’d hidden in the back and pulled it out before slamming the drawer shut.
“Brady?” Talia gasped, her blue eyes shimmering when she saw what was in my hand.
“I love you more than life, baby,” I told her softly.
“And I don’t have words for how damn happy it makes me that we are having a baby.
But I need one more thing before I can be completely happy.
” I opened the box and plucked a three-carat diamond ring from the velvet bed, then slid it onto her left ring finger.
“Tying you to me permanently and giving you my last name.”
“I love you, too,” Talia whispered, tears cascading down her cheeks. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“Great.” I grinned and scooped her into my arms before stalking into the bathroom and over to the shower. “Let’s get cleaned up, then I’ll make a call while you get ready.”
“A call?” she asked, her tone colored with confusion.
“Yeah. Dempsey knows a judge, and I’m pretty sure he’d fit us in today if I asked.”
“A judge?” Talia blanched. “You want to get married today?”
“Yup. Now get your sexy ass in the shower.”
“But—”
I paused and cradled her face in my palms. “I promise, you can plan the wedding of your dreams. But I’m not waiting to make you my wife. I want everyone to know you’re mine, and I’m not leaving any wiggle room in this relationship. I’m gonna tie you to me in every fucking way possible.”
Talia’s lips curved up, and her blue eyes melted. “Okay. But only because I want everyone to know you’re taken too. Forever.”
I grinned and planted a solid kiss on her lips. “It’s fucking hot when you get possessive over me.”
Talia raised an eyebrow. “How hot?”
An hour later, I’d given her a thorough demonstration before I dragged her sweet ass to the courthouse and made her my wife.