“I’m going to be a dad?”
She nods as her eyes drink in my joy with the same thirst my soul has for hers.
“You’re going to be the best mom.”
She lets out a happy sob as I grab her face and press my forehead to hers, sharing breath, sharing our souls. Just the three of us in this quiet space. Three…
Epilogue II
Ava & Mark
That August
Mark
“Son of a gun!”
Red.Fire engine fucking red. That’s all I see as smoke billows out of the oven when I open it, indicating my side dish I was experimenting on is fucked. Flipping off the oven switch, I set the ruined dish on a trivet and open the windows above the sink. I take a deep breath, pinch the bridge of my nose, and count to ten.
“What’s burning?!” Ava runs into the kitchen and grabs a hand towel to start fanning the smoke toward the window. She sets the towel down, peering at the dish on the counter as she buttons her jean shorts. “Oops.”
“Yeah…oops. Now what?”
“Well, we can’t take that,” she draws out the ‘that’ slowly before biting her sexy red lips. It’s then that I notice she’s wearing my favorite outfit. Bright red v-neck tee to go with herbright red lips I love to fuck, and those tiny shorts that make my pulse race.
“Firecracker… Are you trying to get a rise out of me today?” I roll my button up sleeves above my forearms and take delight in watching her eyes track the action. Just like the first night I ever got a taste of her. I’m silent, planning, knowing I only have so many uninterrupted moments like this left before things change. Her doe eyes roll up to me from beneath her lashes, and I clench my teeth.
“Maybe…”
Game on.I reach for her, squashing her gorgeous tits against my chest as I growl low in my throat and take her lips.Mine…She pulls back breathless and flushed.
“Oh, damn, we’re going to be late. We still need to stop somewhere and grab a different side.” Ava pants, squirming to back out of my arms to no avail.
“Fuck the side.”
She squeals as I throw her over my shoulder. They won’t care if we’re afewminutes late.
???
Ava
I’m going to tell him.Gah… I look over at Mark and bite my lip nervously as I watch his fingers turn the steering wheel down thelong lane leading to Trystan and Brynleigh’s house. Will he be happy?
The truck stops behind Jaxon’s truck.
“Looks like the gang’s all here.”
“We’re late, of course they are,” I roll my eyes, pushing open my door and hopping down. Mark makes it to my side and pushes me back against the door. He still gives me butterflies.
“Was it at least worth it?” His fingers trail up my outer thigh as he nips at my ear.
“Yes,” breathily crosses my lips, and he hums in appreciation. “But you get to explain why we’re late.”
He pauses as I pull away and walk toward the front door, and I stall, pinching my eyes shut as I turn around and face a knowing smirk.
“Scratch that. I don’t trust what will come out of that mouth.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior.”