Page 107 of Tangled Trust

"You saved me in more ways than one, Carter. I love you."

He smiles at me and pulls me closer.

"I’m going to show you exactly how much you mean to me, Jones," he breathes into my ear.

My pulse is racing in a delicious way because my body knows what’s about to happen. Carter runs his fingers over my hard nipples, which sends shivers down my spine. He licks the skin where little goosebumps have popped up.

"You drive me crazy. Do you know that?" he asks in a thick voice.

I smile at his show of vulnerability. It’s the most attractive thing about Carter. He isn’t afraid to show me how much he loves me, and that is gold.

I run my hand down his torso and stop when it gets to the bulge. My stomach is tight with anticipation, and my head is swimming in endorphin-rich bliss.

"I hope Junior won’t mind a bit of home maintenance," he purrs.

"I’ll tell the little tyke to close his eyes tightly for a bit, shall I?"

"Brilliant."

"I’m going to miss your belly, Jones," Carter says, breathing heavily.

"You’re kidding."

"Nope. It’s wonderful to have so much more of you to love and fondle," he says, kissing my neck.

"Speaking of more of me," I giggle, "you’d better enjoy my breasts too because soon they’ll belong to our baby."

"Right, then," Carter says, picking me up, "let’s get to it. No plump boob of mine will go unloved on my watch."

"Oi, they’re still mine, you know," I laugh.

"Oh, yeah? If they dust for prints, whose do you think they’ll find all over these puppies?" he asks and nuzzles one of my breasts through my shirt.

My abdomen is heavy—and it’s not just the weight of pregnancy that has me feeling warm and engorged. I desperately want to feel my lover moving inside me. I yearn for him to fill me—to massage my wetness with his shaft until I succumb to the explosion of pleasure our lovemaking culminates in.

"I love you, Carter," I whisper as he undresses me.

I’m suddenly overwhelmed with a love so great and deep for this man. He is everything I could have dreamed of and so much more. Is he perfect? No man can ever be. But he’s damn close to being there.

My lover disrobes and moves in behind me. Once again, we’re the perfect fit. I gasp as Carter kisses my shoulder and slides his hardness into me. He reaches around my arm and plays with my erect nipple. I hold onto his strong, smooth gluteus maximus while he rides me like a skilled jockey would do to get his mare to the finish line.

In the air, on the ground, in the ocean…no matter where we make love, it always ends the same way. Perfectly!

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CARTER

"Are you ever going to wipe that grin off your face, Caboose?" Andrew chirps.

"Probably not, Brother."

"Is Ella at home?"

"Yeah. She’s fed up, the poor thing. The baby is stubbornly hanging in there."

"The baby must be a girl."

"Funny."

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