Page 30 of Cowboy Bear’s Hope (Motley Crewd Shifters #3)

S ix weeks later.

The snow was melting, and New Jersey seemed to finally be getting over the deep freeze of winter.

But I didn’t quite believe it yet.

March was just beginning, and everyone knew it was a fickle SOB of a month. But that didn’t matter here.

Our home was always cozy and warm, filled with laughter and love. Rocky starts didn’t matter when happy endings ran amuck.

And Dante definitely turned out to be mine. He was my happily ever after. The kind of man I never dreamed existed.

He was everything I could ever want in a mate and a husband, and the father of my children.

“How are you feeling, Honey?” Dante’s warm breath brushed across my cheek, and I snuggled into him as he held me in the warmth and safety of our bed.

“Sleepy, but that’s to be expected,” I said and sighed against him.

“I can’t believe you’re making me a father again. Good mate. Perfect wife,” he said, holding me close and kissing my temple.

Again? Could you believe this man?

Dante had accepted Rosie so readily, claiming her as his own cub to the point that when I announced my pregnancy the first thing he said was “I’m gonna be a Daddy again!”

As if I hadn’t loved him more than I thought was possible already.

But I supposed he proved me wrong, cause every time he said that I loved him a little bit harder.

“I’m not perfect,” I whispered, kissing his chest.

“Agree to disagree, Honey,” was all he said, rubbing his big hands over my back and shoulders, then back down to my hips in slow, comforting motions.

It’d been a few years, but I didn’t remember being so tired when I was pregnant with Rosie. Could be worse, though.

Poor Penny was still puking her guts out every day. Lucky me, I seemed to have been blessed with an iron stomach.

As for Rosie’s party, well, it went off without a hitch. Though she had questioned why Danny didn’t wear the pink flannel shirt she’d picked out for him.

I simply explained there was an accident, and to make it up to her, he let her paint his nails bubblegum pink just for the party.

Not one of the Crew made a single joke.

Except for Kian, who was still sporting a full set of pink glitter on his fingers and toes.

The Crew was good like that, though. Always looking out for each other and holding one another accountable.

Since we were homeschooling Rosie now, Max allowed me to set up a sort of classroom in the barn we’d been using for impromptu weddings and parties. I was also in the process of growing my website to a real brick and mortar toy shop in town next to Penny’s Devil’s Food Bakery .

Avery’s Care & Repair for Dolls & Precious Things was going to be a one stop shop for antique toys and models. Dante was thrilled and promised to help any way he could, as long as I didn’t work too hard. With his wood carving skills, I was eager to ask if he would offer some custom made toys for me to sell, as well.

Life sure was good, and the future looked even better from where I was sitting, or laying down, as it were.

“What are you smiling at, mate?” Dante asked, giving me that sexy crooked grin that made my ovaries go off like the fourth of July.

“I was just thinking if I wasn’t knocked up already, I’d be begging you to put a baby in me,” I said.

“Is that right, Mrs. Bianco?”

I nodded, loving it when he called me by my married name. Our ceremony had been a small and private one. We hopped on a plane and tied the knot on a little island not so far away called Moongate Island.

Rosie was thrilled with the resort and the crystal clear waters that surrounded the island. And since we took Jed with us as our babysitter, it worked out to be the perfect honeymoon and family weekend vacation.

Penny was bummed about not being able to come, but I promised her we could all go again together after the kids were born.

As for Zeke, I thanked him for what he did the day Dante faced off against his old Clan mates, but I still gave the Dragon Shifter a wide berth.

Dante assured me he would never hurt any of us, and I knew that. But he was the scariest thing I’d ever seen. Plus, he ate someone right in front of me.

But I owed him a lot since he saved me that day. Zeke was partially responsible for my still being here. I owed him a lot.

Because here was the only place I wanted to be.

“What are you thinking about now, Honey?”

“I’m thinking, I love our life. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

His dark eyes found mine as he cupped my cheek and brought his lips down to mine. I sighed into our kiss, opening my lips so he could lick into my mouth with his long, talented tongue.

“Love you so much, Honey.”

“Show me, Dante.”

He nipped my lip and growled, sliding his hand between our bodies, and testing my arousal with his long fingers. I whimpered as he delved inside my pussy, stroking me exactly right.

“Did you soak this pussy kissing me, mate?”

“Yes. Please,” I moaned when he brushed my clit with his thumb.

“Put your leg over my hip,” he commanded, and Christ, I loved it when he told me what to do.

It was hard to believe this man had been a virgin when we started. He was everything I could ever want in a partner and more.

I felt Dante’s hard length push into me, and we both moaned at his sweet invasion. He kept his thrusts shallow at first, barely moving as he claimed my mouth in a kiss.

“Your pussy is so tight, Honey. So hot and wet. You feel fucking perfect,” he grunted, his chest rumbling with his soft growl.

I clutched at his shoulders, rubbing my aching nipples against his hair roughened chest. I needed him so badly.

“Easy, mate. I got you.”

Then he started moving harder, faster, in long, deep strokes, brushing my G-spot and making me see stars.

“Come for me, mate. Now,” he commanded, his thumb circling my clit, and goddamn, if I didn’t start to come immediately for him.

His name spilled from my lips, over and over, a desperate litany that I couldn’t stop even if I tried.

It was as if saying his name kept me tethered to reality, kept me from being swept away entirely by the overwhelming sensations coursing through me.

Dante roared his completion against my neck, the sound reverberating through my body like a thunderclap, raw and primal. But he didn’t stop.

He kept moving, his powerful body sliding against mine, igniting every nerve ending, setting me ablaze.

Each movement was deliberate, each touch sending shockwaves of pleasure so intense it was almost too much to bear.

Then it happened again.

My body tensed, every muscle coiling as pure, unrelenting bliss tore through me, leaving me gasping. I cried out, my voice raw and unrestrained, as I shattered once more in his arms.

It was too much.

It wasn’t nearly enough.

I clung to him, my arms wrapped tightly around his broad shoulders, holding him like my life depended on it.

He was my anchor, my grounding force, the only thing keeping me from flying apart into a million tiny pieces and scattering to the wind.

Dante didn’t stop, didn’t let go, didn’t ease up until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from both our bodies.

The intensity of it left us trembling, our breaths coming hard and fast, mingling in the intimate space between us.

Finally, we stilled, our bodies pressed together, damp with sweat and heat.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

I rested my forehead against his, my fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck.

My heart thundered in my chest, but for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t from fear or uncertainty.

It was love.

Dante was everything I had ever hoped for, everything I had ever dreamed of. He was my safe harbor, my greatest joy, the love of my life.

My husband.

My mate.

And I was his.

“Mine,” he said, his voice a low, possessive rumble that sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Yours,” I whispered back, my voice trembling with the weight of the truth.

Because that’s what we were.

Two halves of the same whole, bound together by something far deeper than fate or chance.

We were us.

And nothing had ever felt more perfect.