Page 73 of Shot to the Hart

“All day.”

“Fuck, I love that.” I growl rocking my hips into her but I’m not going to fuck her yet. She needs to come for me first. Moving myself down her body, I work my tongue over her clit with the motion of my fingers. Her wetness is dripping down my hands, she is so much wetter when she’s pregnant and if I drowned init, I would be a happy man. She’s clenching around me, writhing with her fingers grasping my hair holding me in place.

“Mav. Mav. Mav,” she chants, tightening around me as I continue to devour her. She continues to rock her hips up with the rhythm of my fingers and tongue before she comes on a curse, wetness gushing out of her. I lap it up like a starved man until her body relaxes for me.

Coming up to my knees, I smirk at her as I wipe my forearm across my glistening face. “Are you ready for my cock, Darlin’?”

“Please.” Lining up, I slowly push into her.

“You okay?” I need to make sure she isn’t in pain.

“So good. I need you, Mav.” Those evergreens boaring into mine to make sure I know what she wants. With that permission I push the rest of the way into her, groaning at the feeling of her wrapped around me that I will never tire of. I thrust into her over and over, holding her gaze, her puffy pink lips in a small o shape as I rub her clit with one hand and grasp her hip with the other. When she tightens around me again, I spill into her on a grunt.

After cleaning her up, I pull her into my side, placing a hand over her stomach and kissing her forehead softly.

“So I think I found a name we might both like while you were gone.” She says into the darkness. We had been going back and forth about names; ultimately I will choose whatever makes her happy, but I drew a line in the sand when she suggested we name our son Waylon because my name “gives North Carolina vibes and our sons should too”.

“Okay, hit me with it.” Nervous for what is about to come out of her mouth.

“I know we have the A thing going with the girls, so I figured if we have more boys we could also stick with this letter. Gives us lots of options.” She’s twiddling her thumbs like she’s nervous.

“Out with it then, babe, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“Theodore, Teddy, Stuart Hart.” She sucks in a breath and does my favorite thing, rambles. “Listen, I know it is giving old man vibes, but it’s cute and the girls have classic names that have cute nicknames, so I thought he deserved one too. And well, I thought we should honor dad, especially if he might come on your mom’s birthday.”

My eyes are watering before I lift her gaze to mine to tell her, “Kodi, I love it. It’s perfect.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes. Thank you for wanting to honor my parents in that way. Mom would have loved you and Dad is going to feel so special when we tell him.” Now we’re both crying.

She lifts herself onto her elbow and kisses me slowly and sweetly.

“Thank you for loving me these past four years and making me a mama. I love you.”

“I wouldn’t want it with anyone else. I love you most.”

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