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“Finally,” he said.
At the same time she said, “At last.”
They laughed again, as Chelsea marveled over how utterly perfect this man was for her.
“You were made for me,” Preston murmured, as if he’d read her mind.
Cupping his beloved cheek, she stroked her thumb over his lower lip. “Take me, Preston. Make me yours. Forever.”
Preston retreated until just the head of his cock remained, then he took her on the ride of a lifetime, pounding into her body and giving her everything she needed, everything she wanted, everything she’d ever dreamed of.
Within minutes, she reached the peak again, tumbling head over ass into a climax so hard, it almost hurt. Preston didn’t retreat, didn’t give way, thrusting, fucking, claiming.
When she came again, he was right there with her, her name rasping from between gritted teeth as his climax shook his body.
“Chelsea! Joy. My Joy.”
Chelsea clung to him, the two of them panting and sweaty, but neither ready to part.
“I love you,” she said, certain she’d never felt those words so strongly before.
“Love you,” Preston offered back, kissing her cheek, her chin, her forehead, before offering her one of his deliciously long, breath-stealing kisses.
With all the words spoken, the dreams shared, the future opening before them, their kisses were less frantic but no less amazing.
Another five minutes passed before Preston pulled away. “Shower?”
She nodded, accepting the hand he proffered. Once again, he grabbed his phone, taking it into the bathroom with them before turning on the water.
They took turns washing each other, both lingering until the steam in the bathroom was thicker than fog. Once they were clean, he pushed her against the tiled wall and made her very, very dirty again.
Turning off the water, Preston stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel that he used to dry her. Chelsea returned the favor, then they returned to the bedroom. Walking to his dresser, Preston grabbed one of his T-shirts for her and a pair of boxers for himself and they crawled back under the covers.
Wrapped in each other’s arms, they talked for hours, excitedly planning their lives together. Their conversation was eventually interrupted by the soft cry of their son, who was clearly hungry.
“Meet you in his room,” Preston whispered as he went to get a bottle.
Chelsea crossed the hall to her room—or, well, she supposed now it was officially the nursery, as Preston’s room became theirs.
“Hush, my sweetest little angel,” she said, as she lifted him from the bassinet. “Daddy’s getting your bottle.” She smiled as she said those words, recalling all the father/son plans Preston had just shared with her. “You’re so lucky,” she murmured as she drew back the duvet, claiming her side of the bed.
“Because he has the best mother in the world,” Preston said, joining her in the bed. “His life will be filled with happiness, fun…joy.”
“Not to mention a big friendly giant.”
Epilogue
“Still think we’re insane?” Ethan asked as he hip-bumped her.
“In general? Hell yeah,” she replied, mimicking the response he always gave her. “But about this? No way.”
Valentine’s Day had arrived. The shop had officially opened at eight a.m., and Chelsea was blown away by how many people had walked in from the street. She’d already had to make two more batches of her special heart-shaped cookies, underestimating how popular they would be. Which was insane, because she was certain she’d made way too many to begin with.
Ethan had planned a Grand Opening event, inviting the press as well as quite a few social media influencers, and he was delighted by how many had shown up. The party had begun an hour ago and the place was still hopping.
Mom and Dad were sitting at one of the window tables with Preston’s parents, who had flown in from Seattle for the big day.
Preston stood near the display case, holding Lennon, he and several of his teammates who’d come to support her, and they were all stuffing their faces with cupcakes. She’d been touched by how quickly Preston’s friends welcomed her into their group.
