Chapter 40

Margot

So, it turns out that dreams do come true.

After five years, I’m married to the man I love—to my soul mate—and we have a beautiful daughter.

Hawaii was the perfect place for our honeymoon. The island is miles and miles away from the mountains where Boone and I found each other again. It has gorgeous golden sands to lay on, warm sun to lay under, and a crystal-clear sea perfect for Amelia to practice her swimming.

Everywhere you look, there is an aura of light, love, and laughter—I can spend the rest of my life in our beach house, staring over the water.

But, really, I could spend the rest of my life wherever Boone is.

As long as we’re all together, I’ll be happy.

Now that Robert Masters has been exposed for the dangerous, scheming, and murderous man that he is, nothing else will take my happiness from me.

I’m sitting out on the porch, staring over the sea and the star-encrusted sky. The sound of waves lapping at the sandy shore just in front of the house is soothing. I rest my head on the side of the chair, legs up on the table in front of me, and I can feel myself being lulled into sleep when Boone comes in the bedroom door behind me.

He’s just returned from putting Amelia and Crockett to bed, not that the poor raccoon needs to be under any covers in this heat.

“Hello, Mrs. Masters.”

The words caress my ear as Boone approaches the back of the chair, wrapping his arms around me while I sit.

He says the words like he doesn’t realize just how much hearing them turns me on.

I lean my head back, resting my head against his skin.

He’s even more golden after spending his days lounging in the sun, going for runs, and swimming in the sea. The salt tangles his hair and his beard make him look even more handsomely rugged. It’s almost unbearable, how sexy he is.

“Hey there, Mr. Masters.” I smile wider. “How’s Amelia?”

“Out like a light. But she’s had a long day.”

“She really has.”

“You know,” Boone says as he walks around the chair to perch on the table in front of me. “I’m really enjoying being a father.”

“Oh, yeah?” I stand up and walk over to him, standing between his legs. “How would you like to give Amelia a little sibling? It’ll be double the fun.”

Boone’s lazy smile widens into a wicked grin, and he stands. He takes me in his arms and kisses me hard, dipping slightly as his tongue brushes against my lip.

Without a word, he effortlessly scoops me into his arms and carries me to the crisp white linen bed. He climbs over me, lifting off the ivory beach cover-up that I’ve been wearing all day.

My fingers work on the buttons of his shorts and then quickly dispose of his boxers, where he’s already half-hard. I’m always eager to get Boone naked, while he likes to savor me.

It’s as though he thinks I’m a delicacy—as though he doesn’t realize that he can take me and taste me any time he wants to.

As I’m lying before him in my bikini, Boone kisses my shoulders and my collar bone, his deft fingers untying the knot behind my neck as his kisses dip lower.

He unties the strings behind my back and throws the bikini top onto the floor.

His kisses move over the mound of my breasts, and his lips capture my nipples. Licking at the sensitive buds, I writhe beneath him at the sudden contact. I’m already getting wet.

One hand cups my other breast, and the other gently traces over my stomach until it reaches the panties of my bikini. Boone rubs at me through the cloth, his fingers stroking my clit and causing my hips to buck slightly into his hand.

Still playing with my nipples, Boone pushes the fabric of my bikini bottoms to the side, his fingers stroking my pussy.

“Oh, Boone, please.”

In an instant, Boone lifts his fingers from my pussy and unties the strings that hold my bikini in place. He throws the flimsy white fabric away from the bed—not caring where it lands—and pulls me closer to him.

He lifts his mouth from my nipples, which are hard and begging for attention. He kisses down my stomach and kisses my clit gently before pausing to look up at me. Silently asking if this is what I want.

I nod and buck my hips towards him once more.

“Please fuck me, Boone.”

He needs no other encouragement; his mouth instantly begins to eat at my pussy, his tongue lapping at my folds as his thighs hold me still. Jolts of pleasure course through me as he uses his tongue to play with my clit.

I’m already trembling, on the brink of my first orgasm.

That’s when Boone moves his hands—one of them grabs at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers, playing with the mound. Then two fingers stroke at my entrance, teasing me for a moment before slipping inside.

Even his fingers fill me up as I begin to come undone.

“Oh my god, Boone! Fuck!”

He brushes against my G-spot, and that’s all it takes before I come. I feel light-headed for a moment, but Boone isn’t finished there. He lifts his head from my pussy and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

Then he reaches back up to my breasts and plays with them again, using both hands to tease and play with me.

He’s making me wetter and wetter. I’m desperate for him to fuck me, but Boone’s only interested in teasing me.

I can see that he’s rock hard, too, and throbbing, and I bet he wants to be inside me.

He rubs his erection against my wetness, spreading my juices along the shaft of his thick cock. The feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against my clit sends jolts through my whole body.

I just want him to fuck me.

I roll my hips against his cock, trying to grind myself down on it and trying to get him to plunge into me without using his hands. I feel it push at my entrance, the tip just pressing into me, but it’s not enough.

I’m panting, and I sit up slightly to kiss Boone, our lips connecting.

As he leans forward to kiss me back, his cock slips into me, and I moan loudly, unable to stop myself.

Boone starts off teasingly slow at first, thrusting into me gently. His cock fills me up, and each stroke brushes against my G-spot.

I know it won’t be long before I come again.

Boone makes me come undone in ways I could never have imagined.

Legs spread as wide as they can, Boone begins to thrust harder into me, laying over my body as he takes a nipple in his mouth again.

He licks at it, and the overwhelming sensations of his dick and his mouth have me writhing and moaning, calling out his name and begging for more.

“Oh, Boone, you feel so good. Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!”

I hold his arms, scratching at the skin slightly. I can’t help myself.

Boone lowers one hand to my clit, rubbing and playing with the bundle of nerves. I buck my hips uncontrollably, trying to meet his thrusts with desperation.

I’m not sure how much more pleasure my body can take, but I’m certain to try and test my limits.

He bottoms out in me quickly, filling me up and stretching out my pussy with his cock.

For a moment, I’m worried that my uncontrollable moaning will wake Amelia, but she sleeps heavily. I can be as loud as I want.

“Fuck…oh, yes! Yes!”

We roll on the mattress so that I’m on top now. Boone still thrusts up into me, but I also roll my hips and ride him.

I press my hands down on his chest and tilt my head back. My tits bounce with the constant movement, but Boone is quick to take them both in his hands and squeeze them.

“Boone! Oh, fuck, Boone I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

He leans up and kisses me, and as our mouths and tongues collide, I feel my second release. I go slightly limp in his arms, and Boone holds me against his chest as I feel him begin to come, too.

He twitches and throbs as I feel him explode inside me. The feeling of his cock sends a last few shocks of pleasure through me as I roll off him, and we lay beside each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Margot,” Boone murmurs into my neck as he pulls out of me. He kisses my skin again until he reaches my stomach. Boone rests a hand over where my womb would be and smiles hazily.

After how little effort went into conceiving Amelia, I can tell that this will be the start of another little baby.

It’ll be a boy this time. Somehow, I just know it.

And I can’t wait for Boone to meet him.