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Fifteen months later…
ALTHOUGH I CAME TO SPRINGDALE in the peak of summer where it stood in all it’s wild glory full of soft ferns under dense evergreens stretching to the sky; I love winters here the most.
I snuggle under the heavy down comforter pressing my lips to his shoulder. He grunts, continuing to read the news on the e-reader I bought him last Christmas. His hair is wild and sexy and he’s wearing those black-rimmed reading glasses that make me so damn horny.
Shirtless, he winks at me, knowing damn well what he’s doing.
“Are they awake?” I ask snaking my hand down to stroke him.
“Not yet. But we better be quick about it just in case.”
He puts his device down but leaves his glasses on. I smile, head falling back, as he climbs over me and settles between my thighs. He nips my lips, back arching so he can lean over and take a warm breast in his mouth.
“Damn girl, these taste just as good as the first time I took them in my mouth.”
I’m swollen, wet and hot, aching for him to fill me up like he does. “So, good, Rog. You feel so good,” I moan as the head of his hot, thick, cock slowly enters me. I never feel like it’s enough. Everyday I crave his touch just as much as I did before ever knowing what it felt like.
He thrusts slowly between my thighs, rocking me deeper into the bed. Morning sex is my favorite. I’m already wet after dreaming about him and waking up to the real thing is pure bliss.
I’m so slick for him, he glides between my thighs effortlessly.
“God baby,” he groans pulsing inside me. He’s still stubborn as hell and never finishes unless I come first.
I feel his finger play with my clit, knowing exactly what I need. “That’s it babe. I wanna feel you come,” he moans rolling my other nipple into his mouth.
“Rog!” I groan coming on demand.
He groans, pumping into me, spilling his seed deep into my womb.
“Rog?”
Puzzled by the force of his climax, my walls tremble more feeling wave after wave of his orgasm as he empties into me.
“I reversed my vasectomy babe,” he winks. “It won’t be long until my babe suckles from these sweet tits,” he groans sucking on them himself.
I yelp, feeling a wet tongue lick my toes a second before Bean and Birdie hop on the bed.
We found the two dogs running loose after the storm last year. I lied when I told Rog I was allergic. The two of them were cold, hungry and shivering. I went back inside, smuggling a few pieces of Rog’s home-smoked beef jerky out of the kitchen and went back to the woods calling softly to them.
Once they tasted Rog’s cooking; they were hooked, just like me. He didn’t say a word when their muddy paws marked his pristine floors or when they chewed his favorite pair of slippers. He said every lost soul needs a home. And I fell in love with him even more.
“I’ll take them out,” I giggle as they jump around us still locked together.
“No. You’re gonna stay right here, so my swimmers can make that baby,” he pulls out, playfully smacking my rump.
“Come on, hell hounds, time to go pee.”
I laugh, the two dogs are small mutts each under thirty pounds—hardly hell hounds. My eyes devour Rog as he pulls on his hoodie and sweats. Eyes turning towards the window at the mounds of snow outside, I know it’ll be a good day to read by the fire drinking coffee with Rog while our dogs sleep at our feet.
After a few minutes, I reluctantly get out of our warm bed, slip on my robe and UGG slippers and pad into the kitchen where Rog already has my favorite blend of coffee brewing. Reaching into the cabinet, I smile taking my favorite coffee mug down. It’s covered in new chips and cracks but Rog put every broken shard back together, just like we put us back together; piece by piece—until we were stronger than before.
Sighing, my hands reach for the pot and pour. Holding the steaming mug to my lips, I smile looking out the window at Rog playing with the two dogs in the fresh snow. I’ve changed him just as much as he’s changed me. He’s still bossy and sexy as hell, but he laughs more and his eyes are always lit with the same contentment that I feel in my heart. I came to this town looking for answers but found much more than that. I’ve found my forever family, a new home and a sense of peace that I’ll never take for granted.
I’ve become quite the backwoods woman and I love every minute of my life here. Uttering a silent prayer, I thank Dee for taking a chance and having me. Patting my tummy, I imagine my own child that might grow inside me someday. One thing’s for sure: I’ll always tell them to be proud of who they are and where they came from. Even if their parents are from a motorcycle club where the men are giants and the women, fierce warriors.