Page 53 of You’re Mine

Epilogue 2

Haley

I’m dreaming about going for a swim in a pool when it starts raining. I look up at the ceiling, but wait. It’s a ceiling, so there’s no rain. What’s going on?

I wake up and realize that the pitter-patter I was hearing is the sound of the shower. Oh, Jace. He’s probably getting ready.

I stretch, feeling all kinds of sore. I’m been sleeping so much lately, and at first it baffled me. I thought I was going through some kind of weird adjustment, but when I went to the doctor, he told me I was pregnant.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, looking at my file once more. “You are definitely knocked up.”

I was shocked but also over the moon with happiness. Jace and I never seem to plan these things, and yet a second child is exactly what I want.

But after leaving the office, I was kind of worried about telling Jace. I don’t know why. He’s already a perfect dad, but we haven’t talked about having more kids. I mean, he just found out about his firstborn. Maybe a second is too much, too soon?

I just need to stop worrying. Jace has been nothing but supportive since we’ve gotten back together. Everything with Herb, and everything with my family, he’s been wonderful about. Plus, he’s been helping me and Jamie transition into our new lives in New York, and doing a great job too. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he tried, so there’s really no use getting all worked up. It will be what it will be.

I get up and shift my feet to the floor. I’m sure Jamie is gone by now because his bus must have come over an hour ago. It’s funny, how he’s adapted so quickly. My son’s first day of school was so anxiety-ridden because he was worried about meeting all the new kids; I was worried about whether or not he would adjust well; and Jace was worried about how Jamie and I weren’t taking this whole school thing very well.

In the end, our son hit it out of the park. His teachers love him, he’s making all kinds of friends, and he really is a little genius. I think my baby is going to be okay.

I sigh, a smile wreathing my face. I want to get ready and take a shower, but Jace is in there. I guess I could go inside and brush my teeth while he’s there because we’re so close now. The thought of seeing his massive form nude in the water makes me heat up, and I open the bathroom door with a big smile.

He jerks suddenly, those blue eyes meeting me across the way, and the soap drops from his hand.

“Oh my goodness, are you okay?” My eyes dart everywhere, but nothing seems wrong. I wrinkle my brow confused. “Did I scare you?”

He lets out a hoarse laugh.

“I’m fine, baby, you just startled me. I thought you were asleep.”

I give him a quick smile but then I realize that Jace is very, very naked. My eyes scan down his body, and I see he has erection. A huge one, that he’s struggling to control.

“Is that for me?” I giggle a bit, already going damp and moist in anticipation.

Jace laughs a little, but nods.

“Only for you, sweetheart. God, I was trying to control it, but now that you’re here, why not?”

I step back a little and shimmy out of my negligee, not caring where it lands. I just want to get under that stream of water with my man.

I step in front of him, and his body shields me from the hot spray of the showerhead. I place my hands on his huge, wet body, skimming my fingers down his abs.

There’s fire behind his blue eyes. He pushes me against the wall, running his hand down my curves until he reaches the apex of my thighs. I mewl with need, and his fingers immediately go inside me.

“Jesus,” I gasp. Jace pumps in and out of me, three fingers sliding along my walls. I press the back of my head against the shower wall, barely able to breathe. His thumb goes to my clit, rubbing with tantalizing circles that make me see stars. There’s nothing solid for me to grab on to except for Jace. I dig my nails into his bicep, needing that muscle to steady myself.

“Oh. My. God.” My voice quivers as my body does. I can’t hold on any longer, and I release with a gush, filling his palm with my nectar. I let out a string of wanton sounds, riding Jace’s fingers until my orgasm is done.

“So perfect,” Jace breathes as he removes his fingers from my sweetest spot. They reappear, glistening and wet, and with a sly smile, he brings them to his mouth.

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