Page 32 of Stranded With An Insatiable Shifter

“I get credit for the name!” Carly says. “My first contribution as Aunty Carly.”

“Felicity,” Michael whispers, playing around with it on his tongue. “Felicity Brooks. It’s perfect.”

My eyes get all watery as I look at him. “It does sound pretty perfect.”

I get a fluttering in my stomach as we look at each other. I still can’t believe this hot sexy hunk of man is my mate.

Look at that smile… Those arms… That chest…

Mmmmmmm.

I fight back a moan as my body starts to throb.

Oh god, these pregnancy hormones are starting to get me all riled up again. Or, maybe it’s just my hot shifter mate.

“Carly,” I say in a breathless tone. “I think the horse needs to go for a ride.”

“But I just…”

She looks at the way Michael and I are looking at each other like two dogs salivating over a bone and drops her head with a sigh.

“Fine,” she says in a defeated tone. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

“An hour and a half?” I ask with a raised eyebrow as she gets up.

She shakes her head and chuckles. “An hour and a half. Not a minute more.”

“Thank you!” I say as she heads for the stables.

Michael never takes his heated eyes off me. “If we only have an hour and a half, we better get started,” he growls.

I scream as he lunges forward and picks me up.

“Do you think you’ll have enough time?” I ask as he cradles me to his chest and hovers his hot mouth over mine.

“With your luscious body?” he says with a grin. “An eternity wouldn’t be enough. But I’ll take what I can get.”

He kisses my mouth and then carries me inside for the best ninety minutes of my life.

epilogue

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Michael

Thirteen Years Later…

“Come on, baby!” I shout from second base as Jemma walks up to the plate with the bat. “Knock it out of the park!”

“Bring it in!” Oliver says with a grin as he waves the outfielders in from his place at shortstop.

I give him a look and shake my head. “Crack it over his head, Jemma! Or, hit him in the nuts, even better.”

Everyone laughs as my nephew Anthony throws a pitch. Jemma swings hard with a grunt, but she misses it by a mile.

We’re having our annual Fourth of July baseball game on the ranch. We have such a big family now with our three mates and all of our bear cubs that we can almost fill two teams, it’s awesome. Half the town comes and joins us for the game and the huge barbecue after. It’s my favorite day of the year.

“You got this!” I shout as my girl gets back into position, lifting the bat.

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