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I groan loudly, my voice echoing through the trees as I fill her up. My orgasm is intense. My fingers dig into her hips, and my hand on her clit stills. The only thing I’m able to do as her body gives me unrivaled pleasure is rock my hips into her, give her every drop of my seed, and chant her name like it’s a prayer.

After the harshest waves of my orgasm subside, I press myself fully inside her. I want my load to take, to fill her up with my child. And I don’t want to part from her. When we’re like this, I feel as though I’m finally whole. Judging by the way she leans back into my arms, Chloe feels the same way.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” I whisper, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing you.”

“I’d like that,” she says, exhaustion evident in her voice.

“Good,” I reply, finally pulling out of her as my cock starts to soften. I pull up her pants first before tucking myself away again. “Now let's get you home.”

“Home?” she asks as I turn her around and pull her into my arms.

“Yeah,” I reply, tilting her head up so I can connect our lips. “Home. I’m not letting you go back to that shelter. You’re living with me.”

“Dax…” Chloe whispers, her eyes sparkling in the setting sunlight.

“I have to pay you back for all of the comfort your presence has brought me,” I say, kissing her forehead. “I’m going to take care of you, Chloe. Now, let’s get home before the sun sets. We still have a little bit of a hike to get back to my car.”

“Okay,” she says after a moment, her smile rivaling the sun. “Let’s go home.”

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Chloe

“Have a good day at school, Cameron,” I say, ruffling my four year old son’s dark hair. He’s the spitting image of his father, and my heart swells every time I look at him. “I’ll be here to pick you up after.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Cameron says brightly, opening his arms for a hug.

I lean down, wrapping my arms around him. After a few seconds, I kiss his cheek. Cameron responds with a laugh before taking off into the building, excited to see his friends and teacher. I stand there, watching him until he gets inside, before I turn and walk back to my car.

When Dax and I met on my first and only day working at the coffee shop, I never imagined that I’d be here. The fact that he even wanted to talk to me was surprising enough. After he stopped me from moving to the city, my life completely changed.

Immediately, Dax suggested I leave the Children’s Group Home and quit my coffee shop job, citing wanting to keep me all to himself as the main reason. I couldn’t complain, considering I’d only taken the job to get closer to him. Now, I make hiscoffee exactly how he likes it with the fancy espresso machine he bought the day after I moved in.

I was never bored as a stay-at-home girlfriend then wife. As it turns out, Dax wasn’t kidding about liking that I watched him. We even made a game of my keeping tabs on him while he’s at the station – I observe him from whatever vantage points I can, and he tries to catch me. And, when we aren’t playing our game, I’m volunteering there. As it turns out, there’s quite a bit of work that needs done around the fire station, and the firefighters are always happy to have a little help.

As I take a turn onto the street where the station is located, I glance into the backseat to make sure the food I’ve packed is still upright. Today, in addition to the giant crock pots full of pot roast, I made breakfast, too. Truthfully, it’s a distraction for Dax’s coworkers. If I can manage it, I’d love to get a minute alone with him. He had to leave earlier than usual this morning, and having him gone so soon has left me unsatisfied.

When I pull into the parking lot, Dax and several of his coworkers are standing there waiting for me. I barely come to a stop before they’re swarming my car, opening the back door, and carrying the meals into the station. I go there so often that my arrivals are anticipated, and they have their set-up process down to a science.

“Chloe, did you packbreakfast?!” one of the guys asks me as I get out of the car. He peeks into the pan he’s holding and whistles, saying, “I’ll be damned. You did. Ithoughtthis was bacon.”

“I just wanted to make sure our local heroes were well fed,” I say without looking at him a second time, walking directly to Dax instead. He wraps his arms around me, and I lean into his touch. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” he tells me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Let’s get inside, there’s something I want to show you.”

“Oh?” I say, picking up on the teasing tone in his voice.

I think he might be after the same thing I am.

Dax pulls me past the communal kitchen where the rest of the firefighters are digging into their breakfast. I can’t help but giggle at how insistent he is, tugging me along like he just can’t wait. Maybe he can’t. The station alarm could ring at any minute and then he’d have to drop whatever he’s doing to take care of the call.

I’m yanked into the sleeping quarters, and I make sure to close the door behind us. It doesn’t lock, but I have a feeling the rest of the guys will be too occupied with their meal to bother checking on us. As soon as the door shuts, Dax’s mouth is on mine.

He kisses me wildly and hungrily, and I respond with equal enthusiasm. With my arms draped around his neck, I press my body against his. He’s already starting to get hard, and I feel a thrill running through me.

“I’ve been thinking about you since I left the house this morning,” he admits when we part. “You looked so good asleep in bed that I almost took you right there.”

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