Page 36 of Perfect for Her

My eyes close, his thrusts becoming erratic as the pleasure builds between us.

“And I love the way you love our son, without restriction and with abandon,” he whispers, slowing down and bringing my face to his for a soft kiss. “But most of all, I love the girl I met on vacation all those years ago, the girl who turned into the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.”

“Mark, baby…” I whimper as both hands grasp my hips and he thrusts hard, my mouth opening in a silent scream. “I love you so much,” I admit, feeling the orgasm cresting as our eyes meet in the mirror.

“Then tell me what I want to hear,” he mutters, slowing his strokes just a hair, knowing I need more to get off, and denying me pleasure until I do what he wants. “You tell me and you come, baby, I promise,” he murmurs through a chuckle, his teeth grazing my neck.

“You’re the best I’ve ever had, I don’t even remember what it was like before you. You ruined me for anyone else.”

His eyes blaze, his fingers tightening as he fucks me hard, his hand slamming against the mirror for support as his hips plunge into me, pleasure rippling through my entire body.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze my cock like a vise. You know I love it when you milk every drop from me.” His words light a fire in my belly, my breathing heavy as my fingers grasp for something, anything to hold on to. “Come for me Harlow, come so I can see you crumble for me.”

That does it, my eyes shut, my body trembles and before I can scream, Mark’s hand covers my mouth as my eyes shoot open just in time to see him fall apart behind me.

His thrusts become erratic as we come together, both of us breathless as the passion and lust dissipate.

“I love you so fucking much,” Mark whispers against my shoulder blade.

I smile, peering over my shoulder and catching his sparkling eyes. “I love you too,” I say before a whimper escapes as he pulls out of me, cleaning me up and helping me get dressed.

“Let’s get some sleep so we can see everyone tomorrow.”

I quirk an eyebrow, wondering what he means.

“You didn’t think Max and the guys would stay out of this, did you? They want to make sure Ethan and you are okay.”

I take a deep breath, warmth filling my chest at the thought of the family Ethan now has, and how much I spent the last four years praying for this.

“Thank you,” I whisper, tears threatening to spill over.

“For what?” he asks, tilting his head to the side as his fingers link with mine.

“For giving me everything I ever wanted for our son.” His gaze softens, and his thumb traces the line of my jaw before he leans down and kisses me softly.

“I will do anything for you and our boy in there.” He nods his head to where Ethan is sleeping. “You are my world, the reason I breathe, and nothing will ever change that.”

There are no words to say after that, so I sink into his chest, wrap my arms around his waist, and breathe him in, realizing that this is now my reality and I can’t help but smile.

Epilogue

Mark: Five Years Later

The house is chaos, kids are running in every direction, Harlow is making lunch in the kitchen with the rest of the wives as the guys and I try and build this freaking playhouse that Drew decided to buy for Luna.

“Why did you buy this again?” I mutter, silently cursing the small nuts and bolts that seem to need a fairy wand to attach themselves to the stupid plastic walls.

“Because she asked for it, and since I’m her favorite uncle.”

I roll my eyes, trying not to curse him out while the kids are around, but deciding to give him the finger instead and hope to God none of them see it.

“Hey, Dad!” Ethan calls from across the yard. Even five years later, that title still brings warmth to my chest. “Can I go show Luna and Carter my new PlayStation?”

Over the years Ethan, Carter, and Luna have grown close and I know their close bond is something Max, Cash, and I hope stays forever.

“Sure, just make sure you don’t show them anything violent!” I yell, watching the back of his head run into the house, probably making Harlow yell at him to slow down. I see my wife’s face through the small window above the sink, her eyes staring off into space and I know today has been nerve racking for her. We’ve spent all day trying not to think about the phone call we hope is coming but every once in a while, I see that fear in her gaze.

When Harlow told me she couldn’t have any more children, I was sad. Sad for the loss of what she could have brought into this world, and angry for the fact that the world took that away from her so soon. But after a year, we sat down and knew that we didn’t want Ethan to be an only child, so we looked into adoption. Little did we know it would take four years of countless interviews, phone calls, and disappointments for even a glimmer of hope on the horizon.

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