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EPILOGUE – REID

THREE MONTHS LATER

I’m damn near out of breath, but I’m not too exhausted to fully appreciate the unbelievably beautiful sight in front of me. Nothing is more stunning than my woman’s curves. Seeing them hugged by a pair of dirty overalls is one thing, but right now, with Mackenna lying naked on the bed, wearing nothing but her engagement ring, she’s a work of art.

“Look at you,” I groan, smoothing my hands over her plump legs. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

Mackenna smiles playfully, spreading her thighs wider to show me what I just did to her. Her pussy is still pulsing and dripping with my cum. “You make me feel beautiful, Reid.”

I swipe a thumb across the dripping cum and push it back inside her. Then I smooth my sticky hand up over her soft belly. Our wedding isn’t for another few months, but we couldn’t help ourselves from getting started on the baby-making front.

“What do you think?” I ask. “Is there a little one growing in there yet?”

“I’d be shocked if there wasn’t,” she says. “It feels like you’ve kept me in this bed for months straight.”

“Is that a complaint?”

“What do you think?”

I shift forward, moving over her and caging her in again. “I think your pussy isn’t full of enough cum.”

The way she moans my name when I push into her soaked cunt almost makes me come right then and there. But I cling to self-control. I drive into her deeply, showing her exactly how much she’s mine—today and forever.

When she comes, it rocks me just as much as it always does. I join her with pleasure, filling her again and capturing her parted lips as she moans my name.

Afterward, as I’m collapsing beside her, I glance at the clock by the side of the bed and see how late in the day it already is.

“Shit,” I say. “We told Shaw we’d be there at four.”

“Oh, no. Reid! We’re so late!” Mackenna scrambles out of bed, in full-on panic mode.

I can’t help but laugh. “It won’t be the first time I’ve made my brother wait. It’s not a big deal.”

“It might not be a big deal to you, but I don’t want Shaw to be annoyed with me. I don’t want a disgruntled man baking our wedding cake.”

“I’ve never seen Shaw disgruntled in his life.”

“Reid, come on. We have to go!”

Sure enough, when we show up to Shaw’s bakery, he waves away Mackenna’s apologies about our tardy arrival. Then he ushers us over to one of the nearby tables and brings out a dozen different cake slices for us to taste.

It’s no surprise that they all taste incredible.

“Um, Shaw?” says Mackenna, going in for another bite of the chocolate cake. “I think we’re going to need you to bake us twelve wedding cakes.”

My brother laughs, then looks at me. “What do you say, Reid?”

I shrug. “If that’s what she wants, that’s what we’re having.”

Mackenna sighs and nudges up her glasses. “Hold on. I’ll narrow down my favorites. I just need a minute to process all of this deliciousness.”

“Take as much time as you need,” Shaw says, looking pleased. “You don’t even need to give me an answer today. I can wrap these up and you can do another taste test at home.”

“Ooh. Yes, please,” says Mackenna. “Thanks, Shaw.”

“My pleasure.” Shaw gets up to grab some plastic wrap and brings it over to the table. “How’s the rest of the wedding planning going?”

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