Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
I smile, shaking my head. "That isn't your present, Caitlin."
"You keep saying that. Are you ever going to tell me what my present is?"
I nip her bottom lip before brushing mine across her cheek in search of her ear. "Love, Caitlin," I whisper against the shell of it. "Your present is love, every damn day for the rest of your life." And every other goddamn thing she could ever possibly want. But she'll figure that part out later.
She sobs wordlessly, throwing herself against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight, my heart full in a way it never has been because she's here and she's finally mine.
Epilogue
Caitlin
Five Years Later
I know he's following me long before I see him. I feel his presence beating down on me like the rays of the sun. But I play his little game, pretending I don't notice him as I window shop near the office. I can't help but smile, though.
After five years, I've grown used to this little game of his. Back then, I didn't know he followed me everywhere. I thought he'd stop once we were married, but he never really did. He just stopped hiding his obsession. At least…most of the time. Some days, like today, he likes to pretend I still don't know his secret.
He follows along behind me until I do something to draw him out. Or we "accidentally" bump into one another. His little game has unfolded a thousand different ways over the years, but it always ends the same way…with us all over each other.
I love it far more than I should.
I love him beyond reason.
He's spent five years making every single one of my dreams come true, and I've never been happier. He and our babies are the center of my universe, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it.
Except, perhaps, to hurry this little game of his along today. I'm pregnant again and unbelievably horny. Something about being pregnant at Christmas does it for me every time.
I glance over my shoulder, searching for him in the crowd. I see a flash of his dark head before he disappears from view.
Fine, then. Two can play this game.
I continue down the street, pretending to look at various shops until I come to the next alley. As soon as I do, I quickly dart down it, laughing to myself. Within seconds, I'm wedged in a boarded-up doorway, hidden from view of the street.
I hold my breath, waiting.
It doesn't take long for my husband to come looking for me. Less than thirty seconds after I hide, I hear his heavy steps stomping down the alleyway, searching for me.
"Caitlin," he growls. "Are you back here?"
I bite my lip, refusing to answer.
He stalks closer, and then closer.
I wait until he's practically on top of me and then jump out in front of him. "Hi, handsome."
"Jesus Christ." He rears back in shock, his eyes wild.
I smirk at him. "Like my hiding spot?"
He doesn't give me a chance to say anything else. In two seconds, I'm in his arms, and he's got me pressed up against the wall, his mouth against mine.
"You hid from me," he snarls, biting my bottom lip.
"You hid first." I grab his cock, already ripping through his button, eager to touch him, to feel him coming apart for him. "Turnabout, husband."
He growls wordlessly, shoving his hand inside my pants.
I bite his lip to stifle my cries as he immediately sets to work, trying to make me come apart. I'm so wet already, so needy…
"I should spank this perfect little pussy," he growls. "You aren't supposed to hide from me."
"If you don't like it, why is your cock so hard, Lachlan?" I pull it out, squeezing as I stroke from root to tip. "You have me all to yourself back here. No one can see us…"
He'll never admit it, but he loves the thrill as much as I do.
"Fuck," he snarls, plunging two fingers inside me.
I come instantly, biting his shoulder to stifle my cries.
"That's it," he breathes. "Come all over my fucking hand, wife."
I do. God, I can't help it. There's something about the fact that this man follows me that's always made me crazy. Knowing that he loves me this much, that he's this crazy about me…I love it so damn much.
I jerk him off in rough pulls, trying to get him there, but he bats my hand away, refusing to let me. "Nu-uh. I'm not coming until I'm breeding this tight little pussy, Caitlin."
I whimper his name, quivering through aftershocks.
He claims my mouth in a hard kiss. "Consider me getting you pregnant again an early Christmas present, pretty baby."
"Wish granted," I whisper against his lip.
He freezes, his entire body going completely still. And then a tremor works its way through him. "What?"
"Wish granted, Lachlan," I say again.