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That's when I feel it. A few jerks and then there's something warm inside me, filling me up. That's what I needed. I needed to feel him fill me up with his seed. I needed all of him. When he stops his movements, I put my arms around him. I want to feel how fast his heart is beating and let his flaming body burn my own.
"I'm going to crush you. Let me lie down beside you."
I reluctantly let him go, and he plops next to me. Then I feel him pull me towards him and position my body on top of him, like I'm a doll he can manhandle. I don't mind it, though. This, between us, was amazing, and I can't wait for it to happen again.
Chapter 8
Brock
Iwoke up this morning with Savannah in my arms. It was the most amazing feeling I've ever had, knowing she was there and that she was mine. Is she mine, though? I need to re-read that contract. Can I marry her without breaking the contract? I don't know what to do.
What I do know is that I want to spend more time with my beautiful fiancé. I have an idea for a barbecue, and I can invite my friend Fletcher and his new wife, Erika. They are going to fall in love with her just like I have. I freeze in my tracks. I love her? That can't be. It's just been a few days.
I go to my desk and pull the damn contract out. I might have to send it to my lawyer with my new concerns. My biggest worry isthat Savannah will find out this is just temporary and leave me. I don't know if I can live without her anymore.
The papers feel like lit coals in my hands, so I open a drawer and stash them in there. I'll email him now before I call my friends over.
When I'm finished, I go looking for Savannah, who is outside, trying to chop some wood.
"Stop! You're going to hurt yourself."
She looks completely disgruntled but thoroughly sexy. She's got one of my plaid shirts on and thankfully is wearing both gloves and protective eyewear.
"I saw a movie when I was a child and the woman was chopping wood. It seemed so easy."
"I'll teach you how to do it another time. Today I've invited some friends over so that we can have a barbecue and you can meet them."
She puts her hands on her hips and looks like a damn superhero, all she needs is a cape.
"And how will I be introduced to these friends?"
"As my princess."
"Brock!"
"Fine, as my devoted fiancé."
I walk over to her and silence her complaints with a hot, scorching kiss. She grabs my shirt and pulls me closer to her than I already am. The kiss lasts for a hot minute, and when I pull back, her eyes are glazed over and her mouth is open as if begging for more.
"You look good enough to eat like this."
"Do what you need to do, doc."
So I grab her bride-style and carry her inside the cabin to ravish her before our guests arrive.
After a morning filled with fun in bed, we start to get ready for our guests. My lawyer has already gotten back to me, easing some of my concerns, but not all. We set up on the back deck of my house. It has an outdoor kitchen area, and Savannah keeps giving me compliments. My chest becomes bigger and bigger with each kind word.
I worked hard on every single part of this house. The reward of having done it was supposed to be enough, but I'm loving the attention Savannah gives me because of it. Once everything is set up, I go looking for my fiancé.
My thoughts return to the contract. The truth always comes out in the end, and I should really talk to Savannah and tell her I want to keep the engagement going after the contract is over. That conversation will be hard, though, and I put it on the back burner when I hear a truck out in front of my house.
I find Savannah on my way to the door, and I take her hand and bring her with me to receive our guests. I open the door, and there's laughter coming from the truck that just pulled up. I wave them over and watch as Fletcher opens the door for his beloved wife.
She has some sort of dish in her hands, and I wonder if she's made her wonderful brownies.
"Hey, Fletcher. Hey, Erika. Welcome. This is my fiancé, Savannah."
Savannah seems a changed woman. She's open and friendly, but most importantly, she looks like she's the woman of the house. My heart beats faster with the realization that I want her to be exactly that.
