Page 17 of The Mountain Man's Flame

He quickly stows the food in the fridge then turns to me. He gives me a soft smile and I can feel how incredibly happy he is with me right now. He pulls me close and runs his fingertips down my arm. “Have I mentioned I love the lace?”

This is the first time we’ve had sex since the library. We put listening to the sex podcasts on hold for a while as neither of us enjoyed getting worked up when we couldn’t do anything about it. “We can have sex in a real bed this time.”

“Yes, we can,” Aiden agrees before he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.

I giggle and use the position to run my fingernails down his spine. He arches and swats me on the ass.

“Behave,” the word comes out as a growl which only makes the area between my thighs tingle even more. I love the way he can turn me on with one rough command or a stern look.

He sets me down on the bed carefully, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held. “Now tell me, how does this pretty little number come off?”

“Zipper on the side,” I say, lying back.

He drops to his knees in front of the bed and slowly pulls the zipper down with his teeth. In fact, he takes the whole thing off with his teeth. By the time he’s done, I’m panting and so ready to have him shove his big cock into my tight pussy.

But Aiden is in no mood to rush. Instead, he takes his time and tastes me, wringing two orgasms from my body before he slams into me. We both groan when he’s inside. “Home,” he grunts the word.

“Home,” I agree, cupping his face. I love this man and the million of ways he’s constantly providing for me.

“I need you to come again,” he pants. Sweat is covering his body and I know he’s holding back, waiting for me to come first.

His fingers find my clit at the same time I start a slow massage of my breasts. Being with him feels even better than it did in the library because now I’m confident in our relationship. I know I belong to Aiden, and he belongs to me. Nothing is ever going to change that.

I come apart with a scream and then his seed is spilling into me, making my thighs sticky. We’ve never used a condom and I hope it’s not long before we’re pregnant. I want to carry Aiden’s baby. I want to be a family in every way.

He collapses next to me and pulls my body over his. He presses a kiss to my temple. “I love you, angel. You’re never getting rid of me.”

I smile at his words because Aiden is the kind of man who keeps every promise he makes.

10

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“We’re goingto see each other in fifteen minutes. Are you really calling me?” I’m trying to act annoyed, but there’s a hint of amusement in my voice. Aiden and I are getting married in just a few minutes.

“I needed to hear your voice again,” my almost-husband tells me.

In the background, I can hear his brothers and friends teasing him. He tells the group to fuck off before he turns his attention back to the phone call. “How’s little berry?”

“Perfectly fine,” I reassure him as I touch my stomach. I’m five months pregnant but last month we had a scare. Since then, Aiden has hovered over me even more than he did in the beginning of the pregnancy.

“You sleep OK last night?” He asks.

We spent the night apart. I stayed with his brother Owen and his fiancée, Everly. She’s eight months pregnant and on bedrest. She was delighted to have the company.

Lyla, my sister-in-law and Amos’s wife, grins at me. “Tell him we have to touch up your makeup if we’re going to do this.”

Aiden is the second of his brothers to marry although Crew and Maggie are already planning their wedding. Owen andEverly opted to wait until after her pregnancy given that she’s on bed rest.

One of my favorite parts of gaining three sisters is that they’re also pregnant, which means I always have someone to commiserate with about swollen feet and share funny pregnancy memes in our group text.

“I slept fine. I missed you though,” I admit. It was weird sleeping without his big body beside me. More than once I rolled over in the night and reached for him.

“I missed you too, blanket hog,” he teases. Apparently, I have a bad habit of taking all the blankets at night and wrapping myself up like a burrito. But it’s not like I’m awake when I do it.

“I’m hanging up now,” I say at Lyla’s insistent gesturing.

“I love you,” he says.

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