EPILOGUE
Sadie – one year later
“You feel so fucking tight, baby.” Jackson’s hands were in my hair, his hips working between my thighs as his cock slid in and out of me.
“Oh my God, right there…Jackson…” I clutched at his bare ass cheek, his dirty jeans around his thighs as he fucked me against the car. There was just something about seeing my man in his work jeans, a tool in his hand, and that drop-dead gorgeous smile on his face. I was a slave to him.
And the hormones had made it even worse.
Jackson and I had gotten married almost immediately, and less than a month after that, I’d found out I was pregnant. For Jackson’s first Father’s Day, he’d gotten a pregnancy test. For this Father’s Day, he’d be holding his son in his arms.
“That’s my sweet girl, let me hear you.” Jackson’s words sent lust splintering through my body.
“Oh Jackson, Jackson, Jackson!” I cried, waves of earth-shattering pleasure sucking me under. His palms clutched at my hips, each thrust more forceful than the next, each kiss more demanding.
“Such a horny girl for me.” He steadied, his head thrown back, throat contracting as a low rumble passed his lips.
Watching Jackson cum was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Oh my God,” I panted, lying back on the hood of the car. Every single breath arched my body, my breasts full, nipples impossibly hard. “I think I could go again.”
Jackson slid out of me, his hands covering my breasts, pressing them together before sucking one nipple into his mouth. I pushed my hands in his hair, moaning as another thunderbolt of arousal sliced through me.
“Should I make you cum with my tongue?” he murmured, his hand sliding between us to swirl at my clit.
Another charge of electricity bolted through me.
“Jackson…” I whispered, steadying his hand between us.
“Mm…yeah, baby?” He spread our shared cum around my clit, working it into the sensitive flesh.
“Jackson…” Another lightning bolt, this time in my stomach.
“Tell me, sweetheart.”
Another bolt.
“Jackson, I…” I looked up at him, just as my first real contraction took hold. “Jackson, I think it’s time.”
“What?” His eyes rounded.
“It’s time, Jackson. I’m having contractions.”
“So what the doctor said is true? If we want the baby to come we should have sex? It worked?!”
“Jackson, oh my God, yes it worked. Oh my God, it hurts!” I clutched at his bicep just as my stomach tightened harder than it had before.
“Oh Jesus, okay.” He leapt into action, yanking his jeans up and zipping before grasping both my hands. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just stay here, just…wait…until it passes…” I spit through clenched teeth.
“Right. Wait til it passes.” His eyes shot around the garage. “You left the overnight bag in the living room, right?”
“Yes, Jackson.” I tried to breathe through the pain like the labor instructor had taught us. “It’s been there for a week.” I paused as my muscles relaxed. “Okay, I think it’s over.”
Jackson looked down at my hugely round, nine-month-pregnant belly. “We’re going to have a baby.”
I grinned, wanting to leap into his arms and slather him in kisses, if I still could. “He’s coming.”
“He’s coming.” Jackson looked up at me, one tear tracking down his chiseled cheek before he swiped it on the sleeve of his shirt. He pulled me into his arms, sliding my t-shirt over my shoulders and my stretchy leggings up over my big belly.
“I’ll get the keys and the bag. Be right back, don’t move.”
“Wait, you’re bringing me in the Blue Devil?!”
“Hell yeah, I am. I’m bringing my son home from the hospital in this car.”
“Jackson, no, my water could break, I could ruin the seats!”
He stood, as if to consider me for a moment. “But it’s where all our firsts happened. I proposed to you on that car. It was the start of us.”
I stood in the middle of the garage, speechless and in awe of the sweetness radiating from the man I’d married. I knew at that exact moment that he would be the best daddy to our little boy, to all of our future kids. He was already the best husband to me.
“Okay. Just don’t forget to bring me a towel.” I rubbed a hand over my belly, smiling contently as I eased around the corner of the car to open the passenger door.
“Hey, mama.” Jackson scooped me into his arms, placing a slow kiss on my lips as he walked me around the car. He slid me in the seat, buckling me in before placing both of his palms over my giant belly. “I love you both so much.”
He smiled up at me and placed a kiss on my stomach.
I pushed one of my hands through his hair, pulling him to my lips in a soft kiss. “Let’s go have a baby.”