"Yes—yes?—"
"I've got you." I kept my thumb moving, kept thrusting up to meet her, watched her come apart degree by degree. "Look at you. Six months pregnant and out here taking everything I've got." I pressed harder and she cried out. "Best thing I've ever seen."
"I swear to God if you stop?—"
I thrust harder and felt her start to shake. "Come on, Willa June. Give it to me."
She came with her head thrown back and her fist in my hair and a sound that disappeared into the Hill Country dark, long and rolling, her whole body shuddering through it. I kept my hand on her and worked her through every second of it until she collapsed against my chest, still clenching around me, breathing in pieces.
"Forrest," she said against my throat.
"Yeah."
"Your turn."
We were both laughing as I flipped her over, rolling her onto her back…looked at her in the moonlight, with those cornflower blue eyes.
As I fucked her so hard I couldn’t see straight.
“Willa,” I groaned. “God…fuck…”
“Who’s bad now?” she somehow managed to wrench out. “Fucking your pregnant woman out in…oh god…out in public?—”
I laughed.
“You,” I said. “Still you.” I thrust deep and felt her gasp. “Still your idea.”
“Worth it.”
I looked down at her—her long, dark hair in spirals all around her, her lips parted, the curve of her belly between us—and felt something beyond desire, beyond want, beyond joy.
“Willa.”
“Yeah?”
I braced one hand beside her head and found her breast with the other, rolling her nipple between two fingers. “Look at me, Willa.”
She opened her eyes to look at me.
“I love you,” I wrenched out. “Gonna love you for the rest of my damn life.”
She came at those words, at the combination of thrust, sensation, longing—and I came with her.
We kissed through it, swallowing each other’s names, breathing into each other’s lungs. Willa’s legs wrapped around my waist and she hung onto me in the dark, nothing but the stars overhead to see.
And then it was done…and it was just beginning. The future as pretty as the Hill Country stars and the woman I loved.
Epilogue
WILLA
Our wedding was perfect—better than I ever imagined, even after all my dreams had come true.
I was in love…I was free. I waspregnant, when I thought that would never be possible.
And now my husband was taking me home.
The word still felt new.Husband.I’d been saying it in my head all day, turning it over, testing how it felt. It didn’t feel like when I’d been forced to call Shepherd Daley my husband. It feltreal.Like it actually meant something.