Page 37 of Winter Memories
How can you live in the past when the present is so much sweeter?
Another huge change with this pregnancy is how sexy and in touch with my body I am. With Macklin I felt huge and completely unattractive. I hated the changes my body was goingthrough, and I had zero sex drive. Now? I’d almost feel badly for Fletcher with how badly I want him, but he wants me the same way.
I look toward the office Fletcher put together for me and consider getting a little more work done. But I know I won’t, not now after I’ve thought about Fletcher and sex at the same time.
“Time to find my husband,” I murmur and look at the time.
We have a little while before Macklin gets out of school for the day. This is the first week back after winter break and I am thrilled he’s back in school. Finding moments alone during the holidays was not easy.
Knowing Fletcher, he’s probably in the barn checking on the horses. A lot of strong foals were born last breeding season and Fletcher has been focusing on the upcoming one to ensure the program he’s put together continues to put Limitless on the map.
I’m damn proud of my man.
When I open the barn door, Fletcher whirls around, surprise written on his face until he sees who it is. That surprise quickly turns into a look filled with heat and hunger.
I ignore him and move toward Buttercup. She nuzzles my belly while I give her love and coo at her. She was a hard nut to crack, and I know it was because disappearing from her life hurt her. It took time and effort on my part, but I showed the gorgeous horse I wasn’t going anywhere this time. Now, we’re back to being friends and it feels like everything is right in the world.
“Need something, Shooting Star?” Fletcher’s deep rumble comes from behind me, and I shiver.
“Yeah,” I murmur huskily as I turn around, “my husband.”
He grins at me and pulls me against his body when I step closer to him. With the belly between us it’s not as easy as it once was, but we still manage just fine.
Fletcher leads me to the other side of the barn, his grip possessive as he turns me and bends me slightly over some hay bales which are the perfect height for this. I grin over my shoulder and the wink he gives me tells me he knew I’d make my way out here at some point.
When his fingers slide under the thick fleece leggings I’m wearing and dive between my legs, he finds my already dripping wet pussy and lets out a groan. I gasp when he rips my leggings and thong down my legs and the colder air of the barn slides across my overheated skin.
The sound of my husband’s zipper is loud, but it only turns me on more. “This is going to be hard and fast, Eden,” there’s a warning in his voice, one I don’t need.
I pop my ass up a little and moan, “Please, Fletch, I need you.”
He groans, the sound traveling straight to my clit. It’s the only warning I get because in the next moment he’s balls deep inside of me. Filling me up completely, he pauses for a moment before his fingers tighten on my hips and he’s fucking me.
Every time he fills me up, I let out a moan, unable to keep quiet and not even trying to. “Oh yes,” I plead, “just like that.”
Fletcher leans over my back, his teeth nipping at my ear before he growls, “I’ll always give you what you need.”
I know he will. It’s why I went looking for him.
“I love you,” I mewl because I know what my words will do to him.
His fingers dig into my skin to the point I know they’ll leave little bruises behind. My husband loses all semblance of control as he fucks me hard and fast.
Just as I teeter on the edge, he snarls, “I love you, my Shooting Star.”
I topple over and am lost in everything that is this life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’m living my dreams, and I couldn’t be happier.
