Page 108 of Heartstrings & Horizons
“I’ll be okay, babe. Move, please. I need to feel you, and these hormones are making me so fucking horny.” My face lights up with her admission, knowing I’ll be taking full advantage of her heightened libido. I plunge forward, giving my girl exactly what she wants.
“Yes, fuck. Just like that. Don’t stop,” she chants. She’s glistening as the moonlight streams in through the open window and she’s never looked more beautiful than she does right at this moment. The knowledge that she’s carrying my child does crazy things to my heart, and my dick. I’m already hanging on by a thread as she cries out her release, taking me over the edge with her.
“I love you, Paige.”
“I love you too, Cowboy.”
We lay there for a minute or two, completely spent and breathless. I’m the first to move, retreating to the bathroom to get a warm washcloth to clean our mess before returning to my side of the bed. She pulls the covers back, allowing me to slide in beside her and I wrap my arms around her waist, laying my head on her soft belly. She plays with my hair, stroking her fingers along my scalp, and a sense of contentment and peace settles over us as I drift off to sleep, holding the two most important people in my life.Here’s to another new beginning.
Bonus Epilogue
Ivy
? The Good I’ll Do - Zach Bryan
“Motherfucker!”
There’s been a torrent of noise coming from next door for the last hour, and I have had enough. I don’t know who the fuck thinks it’s cool to wake up the entire neighborhood at 8 am, but they’re about to get an earful. That particular house had been on the market for over a year of blissful silence, until 2 weeks ago when the sold sign appeared out front.
I walk up the cobblestone steps of the adorable 2 story home that looks like it belongs in a fairytale. I raise my fist to knock on the door but before it can make contact, a tall dark-haired man appears where the door used to be. His piercing brown eyes skate over my body and a not entirely unpleasant chill crawls up my spine. His full lips are outlined by a neatly cropped beard that I’d love to feel between my thighs.What the hell was that?
There’s something familiar about him but I can’t quite place it. He has broad shoulders, his light green henley hugging the contours of his chest in the most delicious way. His sleeves are rolled up, a tattoo peeking out beneath the fabric on his right forearm, though I can’t quite make out its shape.
“Can I help you?” His voice breaks me out of my shameless perusal.
“Yeah, actually. You can. I have a 4-year-old and you’re being really loud.”
“And you just… what? left your 4-year-old alone to come yell at me?”
“No, I live next door and I brought the damn baby monitor with me. See.” I turn my phone in his direction so he can see the sleeping child in her bed.
“Seems like the noise isn’t really bothering her,” he grunts. He leans his shoulder on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, giving me a mouthwatering view of his muscled forearms.
I can’t even lie. Rylin could sleep through an earthquake, but I’m not above using my 4-year-old to garner sympathy. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working, and I’ll have to resort to other tactics… like honesty.
“Look, I don’t mean to be rude. I had a long night. My kid’s dad is kind of a douche and I didn’t get much sleep. Can you try to keep it down? Please?”
“Yeah. Sure.” He grumbles out the words as he steps back, closing the door in my face, leaving no room for further discussion.
“What an asshole.”
As I turn to walk back down the steps, I nearly crash into Paige coming up the walkway.
“Ivy? You okay?”
“Paige? What the hell are you doing here?” My expression must be absolutely feral at this point because Paige looks at me like I have 2 heads.
“Oh, well I’m just bringing coffee to my brother.”
“Your…. Brother?”
Fuck.
Luca
Paige came by earlier, giving me a speech about being nice to her friend Ivy, who happens to be my new neighbor, before she took off to a prenatal appointment. She’s due to give birth to my first niece in roughly 6 weeks. After a falling out with my dad, and an unpleasant, but not uncalled for, confrontation with my mom, I decided to escape to Oak Ridge, Kentucky. Seeking what? I’m not really sure. Paige and I still have some work to do within our strained relationship, but it was the first place that came to mind when I decided to finally get away from Northbrook.
I wasn’t prepared for the pint-sized spitfire to appear on my doorstep this morning, so I was somewhat short with her when she asked me to be a little bit quieter. I regret being a dick, but in my defense, I was taken aback by her sudden appearance. Her face was makeup free, with gorgeous hazel eyes behind a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, and fuck, don’t even get me started on her body. I could get lost in her tits and die averyhappy man. She’s gorgeous… and I owe her an apology. Which Iwillget to — later. First, I need to run by the hardware store for another pack of screws to finish hanging my shelves now that it’s not so early in the day, and I likely won't have any issues waking up the neighbors.
