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An automatic smile stretches across my face. That’s an easy answer. “I wouldn’t be freaked out at all. I’d love to have babies with you some day.” God’s honest truth. Never thought I’d be in a place to make long-term plans with another woman again, but when I look at Tori, I see my future stretched out before me, and I want it all with her.

Her eyes get shiny, and she gives me a soft kiss. “And you love me, right?”

“So damn much.”

“Then maybe we don’t have to use condoms.” She studies me, her words cautious. “It would be a first for me, but I want to feel you.”

“Fuck, yes.” The idea of taking her bare is too intense, and I can’t hold back.

Like an explosion of light and energy, we slam back together. Kissing and biting and grinding against each other like we might die if this doesn’t happen.

Sweat builds along my back and chest, the steam from our bodies making the windows opaque against the rainstorm outside.

Reaching between us, she guides me into her tight heat, sliding her hips back and forth and wedging me in. It’s a snug fit because I haven’t done much to prepare her, but based on her moans, she’s loving this as much as I am.

“Ethan. Oh, my God.”

“I know, baby. You feel so good.”

Finally, her ass hits my thighs, and she grabs on to the roof handle with one hand and my knee with the other. I shove her bra down so her swollen tits spill over and suck her nipples to the same rhythm she’s using to impale herself on my cock. I help her glide up and down, the friction so insane, I’m outta my mind for her. For this.

“Need you to come,” I grit out, pushing my hand into her panties and rubbing her clit in those tight circles I know she loves.

I make the mistake of looking down, of seeing how we’re connected, her bare mound moving over my glistening length, taking me in, and I almost lose control.

Dragging my other hand into her hair, I pull her face to mine and kiss her. Bliss is sizzling at my spine, and I’m so damn close that when she starts to contract around me, I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm barrels through me like a cannonball. Pretty sure I curse or yell, but for the life of me, I can’t make sense of the words coming out of my mouth because I’m coming so hard.

Tori’s whole body arches, and I tuck my forehead to her chest as we pulse together, her body milking mine until she collapses against me.

Dear Jesus, that was awesome.

Drowsy and near delirious with endorphins, I hold her to me and try to catch my breath.

“Think I died and went to heaven,” I pant with a laugh.

She makes a sleepy, contented sound against the crook of my neck. “Let’s just stay here like this and not move.”

“M’kay.” Pretty sure we’re making a mess all over our clothes, but I can’t bring myself to care. I run my palm along her back. “Love you, baby.”

Her lips tilt into a smile along my skin. “Love you too.”

She snuggles on top of me, and I let my eyes fall closed, too content to move. “Got any plans this weekend? Been wanting to take you on that date.” My voice is dry and a bit hoarse. “Sorry I’ve done everything ass-backwards, but I’d like to take you out.” And make you mine. Permanently.

“I’d like that.” She kisses my neck. “Will it be chaperoned, Mr. Carter?”

“Mmm.” I rub her round bottom. “Not sure you can control yourself around me, huh?” I give her a hip thrust, seeing how I’m still nestled deep inside her.

A half-moan, half-giggle escapes her. “Where you’re concerned, definitely not.”

“Darlin’, that makes two of us.”





Epilogue





TORI

One year & four months later





There are a lot of should’ves in this world.

Like…

I should’ve studied harder in school.

I should’ve listened to my parents more growing up.

I should’ve partied less in college.

But I wouldn’t change any mistake in my past because they’ve brought me here, to this point, with the people I love the most in this world.

“Guys, squish in closer,” the photographer yells.

My family jostles together, my mom shivering in the chilly air. I wanted to do official family photos for the holidays, and since everyone loved the idea, we’ve all trekked down to San Antonio to do a special shoot at the River Walk. It’s lit up with twinkle lights for the holidays. Every branch of every cypress tree that lines the sleepy waterway is glowing bright. The festive air grows as the late afternoon sky turns to dusk and more tourists bustle along the cobblestone footpath.

Brady’s parents and Ethan’s brood stand off to the side, watching my sister and me pose with our mom and dad in an alcove that extends over the water. Behind us, another tourist barge floats by, the sound of laughter and merriment spilling over.

The flash goes off. Holy crap, that’s bright.

Ethan winks at me, and I smile a big, goofy grin, my heart doing a twirly-whirl in my chest.

He and I have been going strong since the summer I took that nanny job. After Cody’s disastrous birthday party, even though Ethan and I were on the same page about moving forward in our relationship, we also decided we needed to take things slower. For the sake of the kids. For the sake of his divorce. For my own sanity.