Evie

I peeked out the window to see Smith hoisting the last shovelful of snow off the driveway, and my heart did a little dance. I couldn’t wait until he came inside. I had freshly made hot cocoa from scratch, and a movie cued up on Netflix. Not to mention some amazing news.

I rushed into the kitchen and added a few marshmallows to our cups, grinning as I did. These were my favorite mugs. Cullen had given them to us as one of his wedding gifts. They said Mr. and Mrs. in beautiful calligraphy, and each could hold a cup of coffee big enough to choke a horse.

I took a long sip from my mug and let out a sigh. Smith and I had been married for almost a year now, and it had been the adventure of a lifetime so far. Our wedding day had been pure magic. Pam had graciously allowed the kids to share in the ring-bearer duties as Winnie didn’t want to be a flower girl. They’d all worn capes by request, except Mac, who had nearly worn nothing at all as he tried to strip off his miniature tuxedo pants halfway down the aisle.

I grinned at the memory. Cullen had been the best man, and Maggie had been my maid of honor. Whatever tension had arisen between Smith and Cullen over our secret had long since faded away, and Cullen’s sweet but funny best-man speech had solidified it. They were back to their old selves like it had never even happened. I couldn’t have lived with myself any other way, so I was thrilled about that.

The day after the wedding, we’d gone on a whirlwind trip to Italy, and had toured the countryside together. I’d loved traveling alone and with friends, but with Smith, everything seemed to take on a whole new life. Now, each new place we visited was tied to a memory. We were a family of two, and we were building the life I’d always dreamed of having.

Cullen was still hard at work, taking over the world, and the business was booming. It was especially sweet for me because I knew I was a part of the reason for that success. My advertising campaigns had been integral in building a new client base, and Cullen had hired two people to work under me so I could continue to assist in the expansion.

The front door swung open, cutting into my thoughts, and I carried the mugs into the living room with a smile. Smith stepped inside and stomped his boots on the mat in front of the door.

“It’s officially November in Chicago,” he said with a laugh. “There’s got to be about fifteen inches out there.”

He tugged off his gloves and stripped off his coat as I stepped toward him, his mug extended.

“Well, I’ve got something hot to warm you up,” I murmured, rolling up onto my tiptoes to give him a kiss.

He didn’t take the mug, though. Instead, he yanked me closer and I let out a squeak.

“I think I know exactly how you can do that,” he murmured, crushing his mouth to mine. The mugs were quickly forgotten as he slipped his tongue against mine.

His lips were cold, but I didn’t care. Even a year in, it still felt like a dream that I could kiss and touch and make love with this man whenever I wanted to, and I wasn’t going to squander it.

I pulled away and set the mugs onto the side table.

“I think I might be able to help you out there, mister. We can heat those mugs up later.”

We all but ran into the bedroom and stripped each other with the efficiency of longtime lovers, but our urgency stopped there. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I stared at his naked body. He still managed to make my knees weak every time.

“You are fine as hell, Mr. Hamilton,” I said, shaking my head in awe.

“You too, Mrs. Hamilton,” he replied, tracing the neckline of the lingerie I was wearing.

It had only taken a couple months of Smith telling me how much he loved my body for me to really start to believe him. Over the past year, I’d taken to getting samples of most of the new designs from the office to “test them out.” Smith had sighed and said it was a tough job, but someone had to do it. It was the look in his eyes that killed me, though. Whenever he realized I was wearing something new, he lit up like a kid at Christmas.

“Red. I like,” Smith said, cupping my breasts through the silk.

The fabric and the pressure of his fingers felt amazing against my skin, and I let my eyes slide shut.

My head fell back as he bent in to close his teeth gently over my neck. Cupping the back of his head, I held him close and whispered his name. He walked me backward in tiny steps until my legs met the mattress, and then he pressed me down onto it. I dragged him with me so his body covered mine, and for a second, I just relished the warm weight of him. But that didn’t satisfy me for long. I rolled him off me and climbed over him, lining up my center with his hard cock. A muscle in his jaw flexed as he watched me through hooded eyes.

“That negligee looks dead sexy on you. Let’s leave it on,” he said, a glint in his eyes as he flicked a thumb over my nipple.

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” I was already hiking up the fabric so I could feel his heated flesh against mine. We gasped in unison as his cock touched my slick folds.

“You feel so good,” I groaned, sliding back and forth, wetting him with my juices.

He clutched my hips in his hands and worked me over him faster. The friction between us was making my whole body tremble, and suddenly, I couldn’t wait to get him inside me. I rose up on my knees until I was poised over him and took his shaft in hand. Then I slid down, taking all of his massive length at once. The breath left my lungs in a whoosh, and my vision went hazy.

“God, you fill me all the way up. It’s so good, Smith,” I whispered, rocking slowly at first, and then more quickly as my body adjusted to his size.

He watched in rapt attention as I moved up and down, folding his hands behind his head with a smirk as he enjoyed the show. Emboldened, I slid one strap off my shoulder and then the other, tugging the sweetheart neckline of the negligee down just enough that my breasts popped out the top of it.

“Fuck, yeah,” Smith growled as he stared. “Love watching you ride my cock.”

His dirty talk never failed to make me wetter, and I moaned as I quickened the pace even more.

“Fuck me, Evie. Take that cock deep and ride it until you come for me, baby,” he urged, his fingers tightening on my hips in a punishing grip.

The erotic drag of his rock-hard cock in and out, faster and faster, had me tossing my head back and crying out his name.

Close. So close.

And then his fingers were between us and he was massaging my clit.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”

He groaned as my hips pounded up and down, driving him so deep inside me that stars exploded behind my eyelids. And then I was flying, calling out his name in a hoarse cry as a climax rocketed through me. It shook me to the core, and wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. I was still coming when Smith’s muscles tensed beneath me.

“Yes,” I moaned, encouraging him breathlessly. “Come inside me.”

He gritted his teeth and his back arched, wedging his cock as far as it would go as he exploded, spurting inside me in a hot rush.

For a long moment we stayed like that, riding out the aftershocks together, caressing each other softly until we finally came down.

“Well, you definitely warmed me up,” he murmured, still breathing hard as he tugged me to his side. “If this is the treatment I get for shoveling, I’m going to have to do some sort of snow dance so we get more.”

I smiled and shook my head. “Please don’t. We’ve got two more weeks before we leave for Hawaii, and I don’t want our flights getting canceled.”

“True,” he agreed. “We definitely need some sunshine in our lives. I can already taste the pineapple piña coladas.”

“Yeah, we have to make the most of it. We won’t be traveling for a while after that, though,” I murmured, lazily toying with the trail of hair below his belly button.

He pulled back to shoot a puzzled glance down at me. “What do you mean? I thought you wanted to try to get to Paris in the summer.”

“I do. But it will probably be tough traveling with an infant, you know? I’m thinking we should wait until next spring.”

He stared at me, nonplussed, for a full thirty seconds. Then his cheeks went pale.

For a moment, my heart skipped and I was terrified. It never occurred to me that he wouldn’t be as ecstatic as I was about the news. But then he let out a whoop.

“Are you serious, Evie? Are you dead fucking serious right now?”

I nodded, and happy tears flooded my eyes. “I am. I bought the test last night and did it this morning when you were out shoveling. I even bought a spare to double-check. It’s positive. We’re having a baby, Smith.”

He pulled me over on top of him and held me fast against his body as he stroked my hair. “I love Pam’s kids, and I knew I’d be excited to have my own one day, but I never thought it could feel like this. I’m humbled and just . . .”

The emotion in his voice had made it husky, and the awe in it made me cry harder.

“You’ve made me so happy,” he said softly. “I finally feel like my life is complete. Like I’m a part of something bigger than myself.” He kissed my shoulder and then released his hold on me. “Shit! Am I squeezing too tight? I don’t want to squish my kid.”

I chuckled and yanked his arms back around me. “No way, José. You better keep squeezing me. I’m sure the baby loves it.”

“Sometimes I lie awake at night and watch you sleep, and I wonder what would’ve happened if you hadn’t come into my hotel room that night.” He stroked my cheek gently. “And it makes my insides go cold. What if I was too stupid to come to you, Evie? We might never have found this.”

“Well, I guess it’s a good thing one of us is a risk taker then, isn’t it?” I teased.

He let out a bark of laughter and started tickling me.

It was official. Daredevil Evie Knievel had successfully pulled off one of the most spectacular death-defying stunts ever.

The prize?

A lifetime of happiness.