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“I’m a bit of a mess.”

“Get used to it. I want you walking around with me dripping out of you for the rest of our lives. No other man will come near you, Mary Beth, you’ve done something to me. I’m a jealous, possessive monster. You’ve done that to me. My scent, my mark, will be on you every day.” My words surprise even me.

“Well, I guess I’m jumping off the cliff.” She looks down at her hand, the ring sparkling in the sun.

I pull her close, hands in her hair. “We’re jumping off together.”

ChapterThirteen

Garrett

Epilogue One

Two Months later

“They need to make bathrooms on airplanes bigger,” I curse under my breath as we pull down the long drive into the ranch from the airport.

“Well, you seem to figure out how to make it work. Although, pretty soon things could get ugly.” Mary Beth smiles and one hand rubs her belly.

“Nothing about you could ever be ugly.” I squeeze her fingers. “I can’t wait until you’re showing. I want the world to know who fucked that baby into your belly.”

She giggles as the house approaches. It’s nearly midnight, but the porch light is on and there were a few dim lights in the cabins as we drove past.

“.”

“God loves love, that’s all I know. And I love you.”

I park the truck and hop out, coming around to her side and opening the door. When I help her down, I pull her against me, then back her up against the truck, kissing her hard.

She moans and I push myself against her stomach so she can feel how hard I am for her.

“I need you again,” I grunt into her neck and start kissing her there.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I waited a long damn time for you. I saved up.”

“You’d put most twenty-year-old guys to shame.”

She’s probably right. We haven’t been apart more than a day in two months and every day we are on each other in one way or another multiple times. On the plane we managed to fuck twice in the bathroom, and I kept my hand under the blanket fingering her half the time we were in our seats.

The flight back from Nepal was about fifteen hours, and I’m about to do the one thing I wasn’t able to do on the plane, because her pussy is my muse and I need a taste.

I scoop her up and carry her up the stairs and into the house, setting her on the leather sofa after kicking the door closed behind us.

Looking down at her, I’m in awe. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. And I can’t imagine how crazed I’m going to be for her when her body is round and full with our baby. It will be a whole new level of love and lust, and we may never leave the house.

Except I know that wouldn’t work for my Filly. She’s settled in here at the ranch, but we’ve come to a nice balance of travel and home life that keeps us both challenged and comfortable.

When I see her every morning in whatever bed we wake up in together, I’m amazed. She stuns me and it’s like waking up in the best dream every day for the rest of your life. It has to be experienced to be understood, because before her, I wouldn’t have believed anything like this was possible.

I slip my hands up her thighs under her skirt as I drop to my knees, tugging her down on the sofa, then flipping the fabric up to show me her pink slit. Her panties are in the back pocket of my jeans, having taken them off within the first hour we were on the flight.

“Do you ever get tired?” She asks, reaching over to take my hat off and set it on the sofa next to her.

“Not of you.”

“God, cowboy,” she moans as I settle her legs on my shoulders and dive in.

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