Page 76 of Draft Pick

That shouldn't be legal. Or humanly possible.

The waves kept knocking me down until I was soaking in my juices, and my brain had stopped working.

Cason rose above me, his mouth slicked with my essence, kissing me hard. I melted beneath him as the scent of myself sent me into a shivering mess of melting desire.

But as he gently guided himself deep inside me, I gasped as I clung to him, needing to feel every inch of him encased in my body. There was something so primal about the act of taking a man into your body, but with Cason, it felt like a piece of me had been returned to where it belonged.

"Cason!" I cried out as he rocked my body with each thrust.

"Starlie," he groaned, grinding against me, pumping into me with wild abandon as he lost himself to the sensual rhythm, grunting with the effort, "I need you, baby."

"Cum inside me," I told him with a seductive smile, watching as the aroused light in his eyes reached a zenith as if my direction had unleashed the floodgates, and he was helpless to stop what was happening next.

"Oh God, Starlie, I have to cum!" He gasped in a guttural apology, but I loved watching him lose himself to the moment.

Cason thrust wildly, losing control as he spent himself until he collapsed, "I'm sorry," he said, rolling to his back, careful to avoid crushing me and the baby between us. His breathing was harsh as he tried to recover, his cock oozing a few precious drops onto his thigh.

I rose on my elbow to stare at this beautiful man I was ready to claim as my own and kissed him softly.

He gazed up at me, our heartbeats beating together, and caressed my cheek.

This was where it all started — the adventure of a lifetime — and our story had just begun.

And I knew at that moment the next time Cason asked me to marry him, my answer would be an enthusiastic 'hell yes' because men like Cason only came around once in a lifetime.

And I wasn't about to lose my chance of a beautiful life with mine.

The soft glowof the night light cast a serene ambiance in the nursery as I rocked our daughter, Isabella, in my arms. I stared at her tiny face, marveling at the miracle Cason and I had created.

A month ago, Isabella had crashed into this world on March 14, screaming at the world for the injustice of being plucked from her warm and cozy place and thrust into a cold, sterile hospital room as my doctor performed an emergency c-section to save both our lives.

Since then, Cason has been our shadow, not that I minded. He was the best caretaker I'd ever had and the best daddy to his little girl — his precious Princess Peapod.

"You have your daddy wrapped around your little finger, don't you," I whispered as her tiny fingers clutched at my nightgown, her baby noises the only sound in the small room. I smiled down at her, admitting in a conspiratorial whisper, "But you have both of us under your spell so that's fair."

It was the eve of the NFL draft, a night heavy with anticipation, yet at this moment, all I felt was the overwhelming love for our little family.

It's hard to believe graduation was around the corner, and a tiny person had my heart in her firm baby grip.

"There you are," Cason murmured, rubbing sleep from his eyes and leaning against the doorway. His gaze was warm and adoring as he watched me feed our daughter with a mix of wonder and pride.

"I've never been more in love with both of you," he admitted. "How did I get so lucky?"

I loved these quiet moments between us when the world seemed to disappear, and we were in our little bubble, but tomorrow was a big day, and Cason needed his sleep. "You shouldn't be up," I admonished with a gentle smile. "You need to be rested for your big day."

Cason pushed off the doorjamb and walked over to us, caressing my hair and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of my head as he watched our daughter greedily gulp at my breast. "Hard to believe the draft is tomorrow," he whispered, not wanting to distract Isabella.

I knew he was nervous. Even though everyone around him had assured him he was in an excellent position — his new sports agent was the same agent of several top NFL players — anything could happen tomorrow.

"No matter what happens, we've already won the greatest prize," I said softly, trying to ease his nerves, shifting Isabella to the other breast, where she immediately latched on. "We love you whether you're playing football or not."

“I know, baby.” Cason, his hand gently caressing Isabella's soft, downy head, murmured, "She's perfect, Starlie. Just like her mother." His voice was thick with emotion, the journey we had taken to get here evident in his eyes.

The last few months have been a whirlwind of change, frustration, excitement, and new starts. I met his family, and after Cason admitted to me how that initial conversation about my pregnancy, I was apprehensive, but as it turned out, they were kind, welcoming, and very quickly warmed to the idea of becoming grandparents, especially Cason's mom, Gina. "Any excuse to shop," was Cason's whispered comment, but I didn't mind. I loved the idea of our daughter being surrounded by a doting family.

Not to mention, Cason had left out the part where his family was ridiculously wealthy, not that it mattered to me, but as someone who struggled her whole life, the knowledge that Isabella would always be taken care of helped loosen the knot of uncertainty in my chest.

Cason's twin brothers were hilarious, even though they'd been pretty vocal about their disappointment about gaining a niece. Until she arrived, then they were her instant protectors.

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