Page 80 of Nashville Lights

My husband walks in, looking big and rough and sun-bronzed. And so gorgeous it takes my breath away.

“Holy fuck, my wife is a goddess.”

“Hey, Boone.”

“Hey, Tuck.”

“Look. She’s kicking.”

He kneels down and kisses me. “Daisy’s going to stay the night at Harper’s.” The girls have sleepovers all the time now. Harper got a puppy from the same litter as Tink and named her Elsa. The puppies are included in the sleepovers. “And Ma’s invited us to dinner, if you’re up to going out.” He kisses my belly. “Hey, little baby.”

“Sure, we can go up to the farmhouse. Dakota’s back from her week in Montana and I want to hear all about it. Can you help me get out?” I laugh. “I feel like a beached whale.”

“Well, you look like the most beautiful woman in the world to me.”

He carefully helps me climb out of the bath. He gets a towel and dries me.

His hands are warm. “And sexy as fuck.”

Then he helps me to the bed and lays me down, kissing me like I’m a lavish buffet laid out for him. My husband gets very turned on by my fertile body.

“You’re getting me very, very fucking hard, Tuck. And you know what they say.”

“What do they say?”

“Orgasms help get things started.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, it is right. Listen to your husband.”

It’s true that I’ve been seriously horny throughout mypregnancy. Just the sound of his voice is getting me wet. “Then do something about it, cowboy.”

“Get on all fours,” he growls, and I smile because his gruffness almost clashes with how gently he positions me.

I feel his hard shaft brush up against me and I arch up to him,needinghim desperately. “Please, Boone.”

He places his hand on the small of my back, steadying me. His gigantic cock drives slowly into me. I can feel him hesitating. Being cautious. Fingering my clit as he slides his thickness out, then slowly back in.

He feels so damn good, I’m already coming. I cry out, arching my back, taking more of him as I shatter with pleasure, the spasms milking his thick cock, teasing his release, which throbs and spills.

Nate holds me as the ripples calm, then he rolls me onto my side.

I lay still but I feel sort of wired. I’m still coming a little. The light clenches feel good, but also a little bit achy.

Nate goes into the bathroom and brings back a warm washcloth. He cleans me gently, taking his time, checking me and kissing me.

“How do you feel? Anything happening?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Do you feel up to dinner?”

“I’m hungry.”

He smiles. I’m always hungry. “Then let’s go up to Ma’s, have some dinner, then we can come back and have an early night.”

“Okay.”

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