Page 17 of Cold Hearted Baren

“Please… Please…” she sobs, her voice raspy and do damn sexy.

I can feel myself getting closer, my cock throbbing and pulsing in anticipation. I grip her body harder, ramming in one last time and she screams my name. That was the last straw. I pull out of her with a forceful grunt, my blood roaring in my ears as pleasure explodes in every fiber of my being. My balls feel as though they turn inside-out as I spurt my seed on her back.

"Fuck, you're so hot," I whisper, watching my juice drip down her bare ass. I wrap my arms around her, holding her body tightly against mine.

Were both breathing hard and fast.

Much later, after we've cleaned up and settled into a cozy snuggle on the long couch in my office, Tara sits up and turns to look at my face with a curious expression.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, honey,” I reply, wondering if I imagined the worry that flashes in her eyes.

“Why do you pull out when we make love?” She asks, her cheeks reddening up in embarrassment. “Are you scared I'd tie you down with a baby or something?”

"I would love nothing more than for you to carry my child, Tara," I say, taking her hand in mine. I squeeze gently and wait for her to look at me before I continue. "But I also understand the fact that you have your dreams and aspirations, you’re about to start a new career and I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for. I love you, Tara, enough to…"

“Y-you love me?” She asks, blinking at me in disbelief.

"From the very moment I signed you out of jail, little bird… I fell head over heels for you."

Tara laughs even as her eyes shimmer with tears. “Oh, my goodness, David, I love you too!”

A rush of warmth floods through me at her admission and I lean forward to kiss her firmly on the lips. “I know, baby… I know that.”

“I'll get an IUD,” she blurts, then laughs sheepishly. “It's just… I want to feel your seed inside of me when you come.”

“Now, you're getting me all fired up again, Mrs. Armitage,” I say, pulling her back against my body.

“Mrs. Armitage,” Tara asks, straining her neck to look at my face. “Is that a proposal?”

I grin, unable to contain my excitement. “Consider it a preview,” I reply, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “But if you're asking for the real deal, then yes, Tara Schultz, will you marry me?”

Tara's eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting in astonishment. “Yes, David Armitage, a thousand times yes!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around my neck.

I wrap my arms around her, laughing as I hold her tightly against me. I can’t believe I’m going to marry the girl of my dreams, she’s brilliant, she’s beautiful, and she’s mine.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

Epilogue

Six Years Later

Tara

I glance at the clock for what must be the tenth time in an hour, tapping my feet impatiently. David is usually home by now, but he must have gotten stuck in traffic or something. I keep finding myself throwing eager glances to the doorway. I’m just dying to share my news with him.

In the last six years, I started my job at MicroBot, working with the engineering team to develop new fuel processing procedures and spending everyday collaborating with the love of my life to make the world a cleaner, more sustainable place. At the same time, I worked on completing my PhD in environmental sciences, which I finished last spring.

Over the course of my PhD program, and through mentoring new engineers at MicroBot, I realized my passion for education and decided to pursue lecturing at my alma mater, the University of Washington. It was a long process, but today I received the news that I got the job!

It still feels like a dream and sometimes I wonder if I would have gotten this far without my husband. He has been my biggest supporter, always encouraging me to pursue my passions and never giving up on me, even when I doubted myself. I can't seem to remember my life before him, nor can I imagine my life without him in it. He has become my everything.

I just wish he would get home already.

Just as I'm about to pick up my phone to call David again, the sound of keys jingling in the lock interrupts my thoughts. My heart skips a beat as I rush to the door, excitedly throwing my arms around his neck.

His hands instantly come around my waist, the warm sound of his laughter filling my heart with indescribable happiness.

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