Page 18 of Kansas Keeper
I jump up and open the screen door for my girls as we all race inside to our little family’s happily-ever-after ending.
EPILOGUE - MARA
Ican’t get over how good it feels to ride Beckett’s thick, velvety cock. I literally can’t get enough of him. In fact, I’d woken him up before dawn to get in our morning playtime because I couldn’t wait a moment longer to have him inside me.
I rotate my hips over him, savoring the adoring way he’s gazing up at me as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
His lips turn up into a devilish grin as his gaze travels down to my bouncing breasts. I no longer even feel the urge to cover them, like I used to.
My ex always made fun of them, saying that my nipples were too large to be attractive. But Beckett has shown me with his words and his body that he thinks my boobs are just right.
All of my insecurities have floated away under Beckett’s loving care, and I now feel free to be myself and enjoy our strenuous lovemaking sessions with abandon.
I don’t even try to suppress the shiver that tingles along my spine when his gentle finger reaches out to stroke me right where I like it. Arching my back, I lean into the tidal wave of pleasure that’s swirling deep in my belly.
My panting breaths quicken as I pump over the man of my dreams. It’s a good thing Embry is a deep sleeper because I’m so lost in pleasure as the orgasm rips through my body, I’m not sure I could keep the ecstatic noises from escaping my lips.
I’ve never before lost myself to the moment, like I do when Beckett’s inside me. My body clenches around him, squeezing him tight as he thrusts upward, meeting me stroke for stroke.
My mouth falls open as we move together in perfect tandem. Just as I’m wondering if it’s possible to actually die from too much pleasure, the wave crests, and I collapse on top of him.
Rubbing my palm along his damp chest, I say, “I never knew love could be like this.”
I know he’s felt this kind of love before, so he can’t echo my sentiments. Instead, he brushes the back of his fingers along my spine and over my bare ass cheek, creating a delicious tingle in his wake.
Eventually, he says, “I never dared to dream that I would find this twice. I have to be the luckiest damn man alive.”
His words are perfect, showcasing his knack for making me feel cherished without ever tarnishing the memory of his love for Sandra.
We snuggle together naked for a long time as if we are both cemented to the bed. Eventually, the first rays of sunlight for today start to make their way inside our cocoon of happiness.
“I don’t want to move, but our little girl will be up soon.”
My grin puffs my cheek up as it presses against his chest. Hearing him call Embry ‘ours’ will never get old. Although it would be wonderful to lounge in bed naked all day, I don’t want to miss another moment with my sweet little girl.
I’m just moving to get up when Beckett says, “If we hurry, we can probably grab a shower together before she gets up.”
That’s all it takes to have the two of us racing naked into the bathroom together. Beckett adjusts the temperature to his liking then we step into the spray of the shower. It’s as if we can’t get close enough as we hug, suds each other up, and giggle.
We both freeze when we hear Embry’s tiny voice from the hallway. “Daddy?”
“Be right there, sweetheart,” he assures her, before kissing me on the nose and promising, “We’ll continue this tonight.”
“Can’t wait,” I murmur as I watch him rinse off, step out of the shower, and quickly dry off.
After he dons some gray sweatpants and heads out to take care of Embry, I turn the water temperature to just shy of scalding and relax under the steamy spray. It’s nice to know I don’t have to rush because Beckett is a perfectly competent father, who can handle anything our daughter needs.
I take my time getting ready and even coat my skin in the luxurious vanilla cake scented body cream Beckett got me for my birthday.
When I arrive in the kitchen, father and daughter are dancing, singing “You Are My Sunshine” into spatulas, and prepping thick slices of French toast. Smiling at the sight, I say, “A lady could get used to this.”
Beckett beckons me over with his pretend microphone, so I sing a verse of the song into it before getting a container of plump strawberries from the fridge to wash and slice.
“Daddy is taking us to the sunflower farm today,” Embry reminds me. It’s not like I could forget since she’s been counting down the days until this adventure for almost a week.
“I’m so excited,” I tell her as I run cool water over the berries.
“Me too! It was Mommy’s very favorite place,” the child reveals.
