Epilogue

EPILOGUE

KELSEY

N ot everything in life could be planned. That was especially true when it came to getting pregnant.

As I walked, hand in hand, with my new husband, I couldn't help but smile, glancing over at him. "Remember when we said we'd wait a while to start a family?"

"Yes, but I've changed my mind," Zachary said. "How about you?"

I looked down at my noticeably larger belly. I was four months along and happier than I'd ever been.

We'd had a smallish wedding at the retreat center, and now we were heading toward one of the big suites on the second floor. It wasn't quite a honeymoon suite, but it had a gigantic bed and a jetted garden tub. I couldn't think of a better place to spend my wedding weekend.

"Are you kidding?" My free hand automatically went to my belly. I was doing that a lot these days. "I couldn't be more excited."

"But you'll be a mom at twenty-five."

"And probably again at twenty-seven or twenty-eight," I said. "That means when they hit college, we'll still have plenty of life ahead of us. Lots of time to travel the world and do whatever else we want."

"We can travel the world now if you want. This is us."

He stopped in front of a room at the very end of the building. Room two-thirty. I waited as he retrieved a keycard and waved it in front of the pad on the door. A click signaled it was unlocked and ready for us to enter.

"Wait!" he said as I reached for the door handle.

I froze, looking over at him. I had no idea what was happening, but Zachary was full of surprises. That much I'd learned from the ten months we'd been together.

"I'm supposed to carry you over the threshold," he said.

I smiled. "Such a romantic."

"It's good luck."

"How can I argue with that?"

And that was how I ended up being carried into the hotel room and set on the bed on my wedding night. I was no lightweight—even when I wasn't carrying a baby—but my man was stronger than anyone I'd ever met. He lifted me like I weighed no more than a sack of potatoes.

"Maybe I should've taken off this dress before."

Zachary was already unbuttoning his dress shirt, which he'd worn with khakis. My dress was a calf-length, lacy, off-white number—casual but fun. The A-line skirt meant he wouldn't have to necessarily take it off to make love to me. I knew he would, though. He liked to have me completely naked.

I could remove my dress on my own, but I was too busy watching him undress. Every single inch of him was stunning, especially the inches that made up his erection, which sprang forward as he tugged down his briefs.

Then he was approaching the bed, fully naked. I thought he'd come around to my side to undress me, but not just yet. Instead, he went to his side and climbed in, pulling me toward him for a heart-stopping kiss. Things were still fiery as ever between us, and I knew they always would be.

A couple of minutes into the kiss, I felt my skirt sliding up and realize he was tugging at it. My body was already heating up, and he hadn't touched me yet.

But that changed soon enough. His fingers slid up the inside of my thigh, our mouths fusing hungrily as my legs automatically parted for him. I was wet for him already—so wet, I could feel it as the air moved between my legs.

He felt it too. The second his fingers made contact with the crotch of my panties, Zachary moaned against my mouth, and I moved my hips in response.

Finally, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. The desire there ramped me up another couple of notches. There was nothing in the world like seeing how much my man—now my husband—wanted me. Nothing.

He stroked me through the cloth, quickly finding my clit and rubbing it exactly the way he knew I liked. That was the best thing about being with the same person for a while. You learned what turned the other person on. I was still learning new things about my body, thanks to the way this man touched and licked every inch of it.

He moaned again as his hands slid the crotch of my panties aside and his finger slid inside me. I cried out, forgetting for a moment that we weren't in our well-insulated cabin, safe from prying ears. But after a few seconds of worrying about it, I decided I didn't care. If people wanted to talk about me having wild sex with my husband, let them.

Within seconds, Zachary had me moving toward orgasm, my back arching as the tension reached a crescendo. This time I cried out even louder, letting the sound bounce off the walls.

"Let's get those clothes off," he said, reaching around me.

I grabbed his hands to stop him. "I want to fuck you in my wedding dress."

His reluctance needed no explanation. He liked to look at my breasts while I rode him. It was his thing. Luckily, this dress had a bodice that would easily fall away.

"Get on your back and trust me," I said.

The smile that spread across his face told me he liked that idea. He rolled over on his back, his dick harder than I'd ever seen it. Yes, married sex was going to be even better than dating sex.

I spread my skirt around him as I slid onto him, my body seeming to sigh in relief when he was once again inside me. I then reached behind me and unzipped my dress, then pulled it down, settling the bodice around my waist. His eyes remained fixed on my chest as I unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor next to the bed. I cupped them teasingly and smiled down at him.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

His gaze lowered to my belly, then scanned upward to my face. "Every inch of you is perfect. I can't believe you're carrying our baby."

"I can." I smiled down at him. "Especially when I look at my breasts."

I lowered my hand to allow his appreciative gaze to return to them. Pregnancy had enhanced my already more than generous curves. These days, he couldn't take his hands, or his eyes, off them.

He reached up and ran his thumbs over each nipple as he returned his attention to my face. "So incredibly beautiful," he said. "I don't know how I got so lucky to find you."

Considering I'd only been in town for a week, it was practically a miracle that we'd even met. It would have been a tragedy if we hadn't. I felt like my life began the day I met him.

But we'd found each other, and I'd never take it for granted.

Judging by the look in Zachary's eyes as I began moving on top of him, he was thinking something very similar. We regularly got eye rolls from friends over how cheesy we were. Most of our friends were the men from his work crew and their wives, many of whom didn't have kids yet, but they would soon enough, and I couldn't wait to raise our kids together.

I no longer sold Glamour Diva. I never was really all that good at it, anyway. A couple of the wives and I were getting together to start a wedding planning business, which was funny, considering my own wedding was a pretty simple one. I'd just never been the type of person to have a huge ceremony.

"Mmm," Zachary moaned, finally closing his eyes and giving in to his arousal.

That only made me ride him faster, closing my eyes and feeling every inch of his cock as it slid in and out of me. Soon, I began feeling warm and tingly again, and I knew that I was on my way toward my second orgasm.

Keeping my eyes closed, I moved my hand to the area where our bodies joined and began massaging my clit while my husband's fingers stroked my nipples. The combination pushed me over the edge and soon, I was screaming his name, once again not giving a damn if every person in this building heard me.

He was noisy as he came too, calling out, "Oh fuck" as he moved faster and faster, then finally stilled with one final, very loud, "Uhhh."

I couldn't help but laugh as I settled into his arms, both of us exhausted. I still wore the dress, and I'd have to get out of bed to take it off, but there would be plenty of time for that. Right now, I just wanted to relax in my husband's arms.

"I hope nobody's on the other side of these walls," I said after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't care if they are," Zachary said. "In fact, I hope it's someone we know. Maybe they'll spread it all over town that the two of us have a hot sex life."

"I think that would surprise exactly no one," I said.

"We may as well make noise now." He reached down and placed a hand on my belly. "Once this little one is here, we'll have to keep it down."

"I'm sure we'll have the occasional night on our own," I said. "Maybe we can even come back here every now and then."

"That sounds like a plan," Zachary said. "Now, let's get that dress off and go for round two."

My eyebrows raised, I moved away a little and looked at him. "Already?"

"Well, we'll start with me kissing every inch of your body, then licking you until you come for a third time, and by then, I'll be ready to go again."

That was what I loved about this man. He always put me first. And I always put him first in every possible way. To me, that was what a good marriage was all about.

I slid out of bed and removed my dress, letting it drop to the floor. As he stared at my naked body with his usual appreciative expression, I knew we'd do this until we were too exhausted to move. Then we'd order dinner for some energy and start all over again.

I couldn't imagine a better wedding night.

Maya escapes the conference and ends up in a cabin with a naked mountain man in Book 4 in the Rosewood Ridge Rescue series. Get Bound to the Mountain Man here.

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