Page 12 of Big Tex

“Big time,” he replies, his expression dead serious.

“You’re gonna have to give me time.”

“Take anything you need from me.”

I lean into his side and he wraps an arm at my back to engulf me in one of his amazing hugs.

I sniffle against his shirt.

“I missed you so much… so so much… I thought… I thought I lost you. That I never even had you. I thought we were just a random one-time thing.”

Colt shakes his head, pinching my chin between two fingers. Then he growls right in front of my face, “look at me. You’re mine. I’m yours.”

Then he puts back all the pieces of my broken heart together. Laying a large, warm hand on my belly, he rests his forehead on mine.

“Both of you.”

THE END.

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Epilogue

LAYLA

“What are you doing, darlin’?”

I hear my husband ask as he slides his large hands around my waist, coming to rest them on my rounded belly.

“Just checking on our boy.” I turn to Colt, a soft smile on my lips.

“He’s fine. Let him sleep. Come to bed. You need to check onthis,big boy.” He pairs his words with a push of his hips, nudging me with his hard cock, pulling a gasp and a giggle from my lips.

“Tex! Not in front of the baby!” I protest without much conviction.

“Blackie is passed out cold. Now come, wife,” he adds, swooping me in his arms.

I wrap my hands around his strong shoulders and rest my head on his chest with a happy sigh. Colt lays a soft kiss on myforehead, walking us to our room. Our brand-new pup, Blackie lays on a pile of newspapers on the kitchen floor.

I smile, thinking how far we’ve come from Zach’s threats on Colt’s life to him turning into a lovesick uncle for our little guy. The relationship between the two friends and teammates is still a bit strained, but I’m done worrying about my brother’s feelings before our own.

Colt kicks our bedroom door open and lays me on the chaise sitting next to our bed.Oh…Since I’m quite far into my pregnancy, making love in our bed has become more and more challenging, and as always, Colt has proven himself full of resources. He kneels between my legs, pushes my thighs apart, lifting my nightgown to my waist, and sends me a wicked grin, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. My breathing accelerates and I scoot back on the chaise, finding a comfortable position.

“You good?” he asks, voice already dripping with lust.

I can only nod, mouth dry with desire. I know this look. Colt is about to wreck me. His hunger for me seems to increase every day. And the rounder I become, the bigger my belly gets, the more he can’t get enough of my body. Between my pregnancy hormones and my man’s insatiable hunger, we’ve been fucking like rabbits lately. Well, even more than usual. I run my hand over Colt’s stubbled jaw, a content grin on my lips. He’s so handsome, so masculine. All intense gaze and hard muscles. Colt pulls his t-shirt off and tosses it aside. Then he nudges my knees apart, tracing a blazing path on the insides of my thighs with his full lips, hot, wet tongue, and maddening nibbles of his teeth. I whimper, grabbing onto the arms of the chair, throwing my head back, mouth open on a long moan. Colt reaches the apex of my thighs and runs the tip of his masculine nose the length of my slit, making me tremble with need. I grab handfuls of his thick dark hair, muttering his name, begging, pleading.

“Oh, baby… yes… right there… more, please…”

He pulls my underwear aside and gives my pussy a long lick, from clit to entrance, poking his tongue inside, swirling it over the small, throbbing nub, and I exhale a whimper of ecstasy.

“Please, baby.”

Colt raises his somber gaze, a naughty grin adorning his gorgeous features, and plunges two thick fingers between my folds, thrusting deep and crooking them, teasing a spot neither my hand, another man, nor any toy have ever reached before him. An intense fire starts in my pussy and spreads all through my body, making me contract my thighs over his hand, but he doesn’t let me escape. His fingers relentlessly rub at my G-spot, while his thumb joins in, rolling my clit into oblivion. When my eyes start rolling back into my head, Colt intensifies the movement of his fingers and leans in to suck on my clit, sending me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I yell with abandon, spreading my thighs wide and pushing my husband’s head deeper into me.

Colt keeps eating me up till the very last tremor, and then some more. He gently licks and thrusts until I’m nothing but a puddle of goo. I barely have the energy to wrap my arms around his neck when he lifts me and sets me on our huge bed, placing my back against the memory foam pillow that helps with my discomfort.

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