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  He slaps my ass, in a playful way that excites me. I wrap my hands around his tight balls and give them a playful squeeze as well. He groans under me, pushes my naked ass slightly in the air. He thrusts two fingers deep inside my pussy, flicking against my G-spot, causing me to gush all over him.

  I orgasm so hard, shock waves are pulsing over my body, I can’t imagine feeling anything deeper at my core than I feel right now.

  I suck him harder, faster, more. I suck him until my throat is raw, until my pussy is raw, until my heart is wide open. I suck him until I know he is going to explode.

  He grabs my ass cheeks, stilling me against him as his cum shoots into my mouth.

  I swallow his release, lapping up his thick cream. The salty cum sweeter than I expected, but it’s different than my come. His cum tastes like a man and I love it.

  When he finishes filling my mouth with his manhood, he pulls his cock from my mouth. I turn to face him, his eyes are heavy and happy, and I know mine are too.

  I am so completely filled with desire for this man.

  “What happens next, North?”

  “I come inside your pussy.”

  Chapter Nine

  North

  After we finish our impromptu 69, I get up from the bed and tell her I’m going to check on Charlie. He’s still out cold and when I come back in the bedroom I fill Rosie in on what the vet said.

  “Poor guy,” she says.

  “He’ll be okay. But of course I couldn’t leave him.”

  “I’m glad you stayed. And I’m glad I came. Meeting at the reunion would have been nerve wrecking. Though I admit, I am still pretty nervous.”

  “Still nervous? About taking this?” I ask, taking hold of my still hard cock as I walk toward the bedroom door. “Want some water? I’m dehydrated.” She nods, and then trails after me, her naked form so completely beautiful. Her skin glistening, the both of us covered in a sheen of sweat and sex.

  “I’m not meaning to say I’m nervous like I don’t want this. I’m nervous about what could potentially happen next. Between us.”

  “Oh honey, I told you what’s happening.” I grin as we walk into the kitchen. I grab two glasses from the cupboard and pour cold tap water into them.

  Rosie laughs, and it’s crazy that the two of us are standing here in my kitchen completely naked drinking glasses of water. I did not wake up thinking this was going to be my life. This is stuff that happens in books. Not my life. My life has been a sad story up to this moment.

  “I know you say you already told me what is going to happen between us ... but, North, do you really mean that?” She bites her bottom lip setting down her glass of water. “I mean, you said that I wasn’t going to leave your house. What do you mean by that … exactly?”

  “Do you want me to spell it out for you?” I give her a sly look.

  “Yes. I may be Rosie McClaire. And I may be someone who is unconventional. But in a lot of ways I’m just getting used to the idea of being here with a man I pretty much never thought I’d see again.”

  “It’s been a long ten years.”

  “You’ve been alone a really long time, North. Much too long.” She looks at me with sad eyes, but not pitying ones. No, she’s looking at me with empathetic eyes, as if she’s trying to understand where I’m coming from. I know she does. I know she understands.

  “I don’t want to be alone any longer. Look, Rosie, I’m a loner, I live here and I work here with Charlie by my side.” I nod to the fireplace where Charlie’s sleeping. “We like our life just fine. But the idea that I could share this life with you––hell, that’s heaven on earth right there.”

  Rosie swallows, and I see tears prick the corners of her eyes.

  “Dammit, woman, I told you I did not want to make you cry.”

  “Don’t say things like that.”

  “Like what?” I say confused. “Like you’re an angel, showing up at my doorstep the way you did? Because Rosie that is exactly what you are.”

  “North,” she says making her way across the kitchen. She wraps her arms around my neck, her bare pussy pressed against my cock, our chests pressed against the other, the heat of our bodies the only thing between us.

  “If there are things about you that you think I need to know, tell me now, Rosie. Because I told you everything about me. I left for a long time, I came back when I had enough money to make a life for myself. There isn’t much to me. I believe in hard work and honesty. I believe in paying it forward and not cutting corners. I believe in love that lasts forever and I have no interest in anything besides that. I believe that our life is what we make it to be. And honey, I want my life to be yours. I’m no fool; I know you don’t get this lucky twice in life. This is our chance. This is our time.”

  “Is it crazy for me to tell you I love you?” she asks. “Because, I do. I love you, North. I love you and I know people might think that’s crazy––”

  I cut her off. “That’s another thing you need to know about me, Rosie, I don’t really give a damn what other people think. I think a lot of mother fuckers are crazy. Those people living in their big ass houses, with their big ass cars, and their big ass jobs? I don’t want to do that. What I want is what I have. You in my arms, in my house, the roof over my head built with the nails I pounded into two x four’s. I want Charlie to sleep by my fireplace, and I want a warm bed with you in it.

  “That is all I want and that is all I need and fuck those fucker’s who think that’s crazy. Because I think it makes the most sense in the god damn world.”

  Then I kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kiss her long and I kiss her good. When her lips are nice and swollen I pull apart and I look into her beautiful brown eyes and I tell her this. “I love you, Rosie. And I’m going to marry you.”

  “North, is that a proposal?”

  “It sure as hell is. You ready for that? You ready to make this real? To make this forever?”

  “I am. I want all of that. I want all the things you’re willing to give me. “

  “Oh honey, I’m giving you all I have to give. I promised you my cock tonight, and you will certainly get that. And tomorrow, and the next day, you’ll get more. You’ll get everything.”

  “I love you, North. Now take me to bed, and fill me up nice and good.

  “So was that a yes? Are you accepting my proposal? Because honey, I need you to marry me.”

  “Yes. Yes, North I will marry you.” She wraps her arms around me tighter, and I grab her ass cheeks and pull her to me, her legs wrapping around my waist and I carry her back to bed.

  I lay her down on my king-size bed, feeling like the king of the fucking world and I climb on top of her, whispering into her ear, “I love you, baby, I love you so much.”

  I kiss her cheek, and then her mouth opens, her lips part, her hot breath so sweet.

  “I’m going to fill you up with my cock,” I tell her, then pause. “But Rosie, I don’t have a condom.”

  “I brought condoms, they’re in my purse.”

  “You want to go get them, honey?” I ask her.

  She twists her lips and then looks right at me. “I don’t know what you’re going to say, but North, what do you think about us not using a condom? I want to feel you in me completely. I’ve waited so long for you, I don’t want anything between us now.”

  “Good. Because all I want is to fill you with my seed.”

  “You want to get me pregnant?”

  “Damn straight I do, that’s exactly what I plan on doing. I’m going to make you my woman and I’m going to put a baby in your belly. You know you want it. You know you want to have my child. You’ve probably been dreaming about it for years, haven’t you?

  “Because I know I have. I dreamt about spreading your legs so many times and pumping my cock nice and hard into your pussy, burying my seed all inside you. I’ve dreamt about your belly growing swollen with my child, about bringing life into the world that was born from us. And now, now it is going to happen. Now
I’m going to make you not only my lover, not only my wife, but I’m going to make you a mother.”

  “Don’t make me wait anymore then, don’t make me wait at all. Just give it to me now. Push yourself inside of me just like you dreamed about, filling me just like you dreamed about. I want to make all your dreams come true North. Because you are my dream come true.”

  I don’t wait any longer. We both want this and we’ve been waiting for it long enough. I take my hard as rock cock and I press the tip of it against her glistening opening.

  I move deep inside of her; my cock breaking the seal of her virginity and she cries out as I push past it.

  “Oh, North,” she winces, squeezing my shoulders as I fill her up. I know my cock is so big for her tight little pussy, and I know it’s begging for relief. But I need to fill her up completely before I start to pull back.

  So I do. I pump against her; she’s so tight against me. It’s better than I ever dreamed a first time could be.

  Deeper and deeper I rock. Her tits bouncing as I move above her, because when I rock against her, it’s a crash, it’s a wave, it is thunder and it is lightning. We are a storm, reckless and wild. We are unhinged. She moans, and I growl, deeper and louder as we near orgasm. Everything about our bodies is giving into this moment.

  We reach the threshold of our pleasure; she rolls her back in the air, panting, her fists clenching the sheets underneath her.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “I’m going to come so hard in you,” I tell her, and I do. We come together, and we’re washed clean.

  We catch our breath from the complete annihilation we just gave ourselves. We are perfectly destroyed. It was better and bigger and deeper and more than I could have ever imagined.

  “North,” Rosie says, her eyes closed, as she shakes her head. “You’re going to have a very happy wife.”

  I grin. “And we’re going to have a very happy life.”

  Chapter Ten

  North

  Nine months later….

  She is everything a man could ever dream a woman to be.

  She lies in our bed, her swollen breasts exposed as our baby girl is cradled in her arms, suckling against her mama.

  “I knew you were an amazing wife, an amazing lover,” I tell her, setting a mug of chamomile tea on the bedside table. “But honey, seeing you with our baby, I’m blown away.”

  Rosie shakes her head. “Shhh, True’s sleeping.”

  I nod, pulling the rocker closer to the bed.

  “She looks just like you,” Rosie whispers, running her fingers over our daughter’s head.

  “The midwife said her eyes might change color.”

  Rosie gave birth yesterday, and the midwife just left this afternoon.

  We’ve been in a contented cocoon for the last twenty-four hours. But if I’m being completely honest, we’ve been wrapped in this bubble for nine months straight.

  I’m the luckiest fucking man who ever lived in the woods. I have a woman who loves me, a baby who’s healthy, and a life to call my own.

  “I don’t think they will,” Rosie says, smiling softly. “With her light hair and pale blue eyes, she’s your girl, that’s for sure.”

  “She’s my True North, but you are my compass. Rosie, you are my home.”

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