Page 16 of What She Needs

Epilogue

Brute opened his eyes to see what was making him so hot. It took a few seconds for his sleep-addled brain to make sense of his surroundings. A woman lay cuddled into his side, her head on his shoulder and her leg hooked over his thigh to the point her knee rested under his balls. It wasn’t any woman, though. It was his woman. His Lizzie. So peaceful in her sleep, her youth far more evident than normal.

When he’d asked Madame Eve to set him up with Lizzie, he’d never expected one night to change his life. The best he’d hoped for was her agreement to date him. Here they were. He was fairly sure they had skipped a few relationship steps. He didn’t mind, though, because she was his, now, and he was never letting her go.

She moved and her knee pushed tighter against his nuts, ripping a groan from his throat. His morning wood was more voracious than usual, and the extra pressure on his family jewels did nothing to calm him down at all.

Lizzie’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared at him for a long few minutes. “Not a dream, then.”

“Well, it all depends on which way you look at it. If you mean, you dreamed it…then I did, too. But it’s a dream I want to recreate for the rest of our lives.”

She leaned in and kissed him hard. “You know you’ve already hooked me. You don’t have to keep sweet talking me.” She climbed on top of him until she straddled his hips, his cock trapped between his stomach and her pussy.

“It’s not just talk, sweetheart. I mean every word.” His feisty Mistress rocked her hips, rubbing her wetness all over his dick. One change to the angle of his hips and he could be inside her, but not yet. “We need to talk.”

“Oh really? And what do we need to talk about?”

“What we are to one another. What we’re going to do about Garth. Where we go from here. The fact we didn’t use any protection last night.” The last one especially.

The little minx kept rubbing back and forth on his cock, making it extremely hard to concentrate. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen good, Ernest. I have never told another living soul I loved them until last night. I don’t use those words lightly, so you are mine and I am yours and everything else will work itself out.”

Lizzie reached down, grabbed his erection, angled it up then impaled herself on him.

“Holy fuck! Are you trying to make me come?”

“That’s the general idea. Do you not want me to ride you?” She turned her bottom lip down and focused the most adorable puppy dog eyes in his direction.

“Hell, no. Ride me all you like, but we still aren’t using any protection.”

She leaned forward until her lips were right by his ear and then whispered, “I don’t care.”

He almost came right then, but he needed to see her face to know for certain they were on the same page. “Look at me, please?”

She sat up enough to meet his gaze, the entire time doing some magical massage on his cock, driving him nuts.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “I’m not in heat for another two weeks. And even if I were, I want babies. I want to be a mom.”

In one swift move, Brute wrapped his arms around his woman and switched their positions, miraculously managing to remain inside her. “Your wish is my command.”

Lizzie let out another of those hearty laughs. “Damn right it is. Now, make me scream.”

“With pleasure.”