Page 23 of Beards and Babies

“I love you, too, then,” I reply, feeling the word through my whole body.

Our story started with such simple roots and now, has grown into something I’ll cherish and nurture for the rest of my life.

Her eyes burn into me as the moment cements itself in our history book.

The heat between us has only grown hotter, so in an attempt to draw out our precious alone time I ask, “Would you like to go for a walk with me?”

“Sure,” Robin agrees, and I stand and help her push out of her chair.

I kick off my shoes, and she leaves hers behind. We hit the sand at a slow, lazy pace while the sun disappears beyond the horizon. The homes on this stretch of beach are set way back against the shore, so the moon and stars are the only thing lighting our way. The night air is calm, so the waves are, too, and even though the breeze is cool, it’s a warmer night than it has been. We walk hand-and-hand for a long moment before either of us say a word.

“I have to admit something to you.”

“Oh no, that sounds ominous,” she counters.

“I saw your designs. Not intentionally, at least not without your permission. You left your tablet out, and your project was open. It was awesome,” I say casually.

“Oh, um, thanks.”

“Is that what you and Daphne were talking about earlier?”

“Yeah. Somehow, she convinced me to produce a batch of my styles and see if they sell. I’m only doing it because it’s free commercial space, Whimsical Weddings isn’t ready to expand, so she has an additional room with its own front window display and bathroom. I’ve done all the research, but I just don’t know if I’ll be able to pull it off. I just had a baby. Plus my style isn’t for everyone. The masses won’t come running for patchwork and ripped T-shirts.”

“Um, yes, they will. Don’t say that. I think it’s fucking awesome you’re sharing your clothes. Every time we’ve left the house, you’ve been complimented on your style. That’s your proof.”

She laughs, but I know it’s true.

“You’re not doing anything alone, ya know. If you really want to do this, I believe in you. I know you’ll be a success. I won’t be working very many hours at Grand Rapids, so consider me your first employee.”

“I can’t pay an employee.”

“That’s cool. I work for tacos,” I say, grinning from ear to ear.

“I think I could swing tacos. Beef or chicken?”

“Oh no, baby. Not that kind of taco.”

Her eyes blow wide, and so does her smile. I don’t give her a chance to say anything else. My lips crash to hers in a searing kiss.

I pour into her all the things she makes me feel. Fear but courage, lust, a soul-deep desire to make her happy. More love than I ever thought I was capable of. She kisses me back with the unspoken love I feel through my core.

She’s my person, the mother to my child, and I can’t wait to make her my wife.

We’ve made it back to our families’ property, and as she deepens our kiss, filling my mouth with her eager tongue, I pull her up into my arms. Those lush thighs wrap around my waist and balance me.

Feeling the rise of our constant desire with her in my arms, I walk us up to the house. Her lips move across my skin while she teases me with her tongue. She licks a hot trail that forces a deep moan from my chest. Quickly, I move to the outdoor shower stall, not wanting to stop for even the moment it would take to make it upstairs.

Instead, I round the copper fence enclosure and press her fine ass to the wall, freeing my hands to take off our clothes. Robin helps by ripping off the buttons on my shirt.

“Holy fuck, you’re so hot,” she says at the sight of my abs. I’ve been appreciated before, but not by anyone who really knows me. The nerdy me does not get the girl, but this woman fucking wants me, and it feels better than the handful of empty nights I’ve spent away from her. Now, I’m wishing I could turn back time, because I would have waited. I thought this feeling, our connection, only happened in movies.

Robin’s little dress comes off easily, and her big, full breasts sit heavily in my hands. That vicious mouth of hers still sucks the skin on my neck, down to my chest. Each kiss fans the fire inside me. I’m so close to losing control and fucking her like the animal she makes me feel like.

Her moan fills the small area of the shower as she arches in pleasure. My mouth makes contact with her pretty pink nipple. She tastes sweet like coconut, and I draw out her sounds, my tongue writing dirty fantasies against the tip, flicking back and forth, promising more as she bucks off the wall.

“Please,” she begs, and I obey, pushing my pants down to my ankles.

“Attached to these?” I ask, holding the cotton center of her panties.

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