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  I came right along with him.

  “Bailey,” he groaned. His big body jerked above me. The sounds coming out of him were distorted, out of breath.

  And as our pleasure increased, combined, the seconds turning into minutes, I got lost in the sensations. I was drunk from them, high off of them. I felt his orgasm fill me, his cum coating every inch of my pussy. I wanted that mark, wanted his mark on me… in me.

  When he gave one last thrust, his body rigid, tight, my breath caught, and I held onto that last ounce of pleasure that tried to steal my sanity.

  He collapsed on me, his big body draped over my much smaller one, his cock still rock-hard inside my pussy despite the fact that he’d just gotten off. Our flesh was damp, that post-sex sweat that was erotic. My inner muscles contracted around his shaft, and I felt the deep rumbles he made, as if that gave him pleasure.

  “Bailey, fuck, baby. Mine,” he growled that last word out with so much passion I felt it in my marrow.

  And when he finally pulled out of me, both of us groaning in disappointment, all I kept thinking about was when we could be like this again. And again. And again. He pulled me close to the warmth of his body, my back to his chest, and grabbed the blanket to cover us. But I didn’t need it, because his body heat encompassed me.

  And as I lay there just basking in the after-sex feeling that surrounded me, I kept thinking how I had nowhere to go this time. I didn’t have to leave.

  He kissed the top of my head, and I heard him murmur against my hair, “I’m not letting you go.” He tightened his hold on me. “Tell me you understand what I mean, what this all means.”

  I closed my eyes and let his words sink in, absorbed them all. I knew, and I wanted to say them out loud as much as he wanted me too. “It means I’m yours, Gavin. It means you won’t let me go, because we are entwined together—”

  “Forever,” he finished saying. I shifted so I could face him, looked into his dark eyes, and fell in love with him all over again. He cupped my cheek. “It means forever, Bailey.”

  And as he pulled me in close and I got lost in the embrace, all I kept telling myself was that this was how my life was meant to go. This was who I was meant to be with.

  He said he wouldn’t let me go. Well, I wouldn’t let him go either.

  Chapter Nine

  Gavin

  I wrapped my arm around Bailey and held her even closer. She was sound asleep, her body naked, her warmth seeping right into me. I’d never felt contentment until I’d been with Bailey. For the first time in my life, I felt that as we laid in front of the fire all those years ago.

  Now, I had her in my bed, my things surrounding her, my scent on her.

  I slid my hand down in between her thighs, cupping her pussy. She was hot and warm, wet. It was a combination of her arousal and my cum. God, that turned me on. I’d just fucked her, drained my balls, and was stated, but I felt my shaft start to thicken once more. I knew I’d never get enough of her, and I had a feeling that as time went on, my emotions for her would only grow. Hell, I was in love with her, felt like it was love at first sight as I opened that door and looked into her big blue eyes.

  I buried my face in the long strands of her dark hair and closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. She smelled so good. She smelled like mine.

  “It feels good to lie next to you,” she murmured sleepily and snuggled against me even more, her back to my chest. She parted her thighs ever-so-slightly and moaned, my fingers brushing along her clit. “And that feels especially good too,” she whispered and turned her head, her eyes hooded not only from sleep but from her growing desire.

  I could practically smell it saturating the air.

  I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, lightly running my tongue along the seam of her mouth. And at the same time, I slowly slipped my fingers into the tight, hot depth of her pussy. Her inner muscles instantly clenched around the digits, and my hips bucked against her, my big shaft nestled between the cheeks of her ass. God, I was addicted to her, so fucking drunk off of everything that was Bailey that I felt crazed from my need.

  But it wasn’t just sexual—it was protectiveness, possessiveness. I felt obsessive over her, and the very thought of a man looking at her, thinking they could have Bailey, pissed me off. This barbaric, animalistic side of me wanted to mark her, make it so every little asshole who looked in her direction knew she was mine, and if they fucked with her, I’d beat them until they were black and blue. I felt feral where Bailey was concerned.

  I deepened the kiss, showing her with my body, with my lips and tongue, that she was forever mine.

  I shifted so I was on top of her, used a knee to spread her legs open. She accepted me inside, let me settle between her thighs, let me place the tip of my dick at her entrance. I slid into her easily, slowly. And for the next hour, I made love to her, not rushing, nothing frantic about it. This was about ownership, about her having possession of every single inch of my body. She consumed me.

  “I love you,” I whispered against her lips, and she opened wider for me, plunging her tongue in and out of my mouth. I greedily accepted it and gave her back tenfold.

  “I love you too,” she said a second later, and I groaned, picking up my speed, unable to help myself.

  I knew without a doubt this was how it would always be between us. And I fucking looked forward to spending the rest of my life with her.

  * * *

  Bailey

  Was this real life? It didn’t seem like it. It felt like I was in this fantastical dream. But as I listened to the even, deep sound of Gavin breathing, felt his body heat cover me, I knew I wasn’t dreaming.

  I’d finally gotten that happily ever after I wanted.

  “This is perfect,” he said softly.

  I couldn’t agree more.

  “I want to stay like this forever, just you and me, nothing in our way.” Gavin’s voice was deep with sleep and post-lovemaking, and that was exactly what it had been. We might have fucked, but then after that, he’d made love to me nice and easy, slow and loving.

  He had his hand right between my legs again, his palm covering my pussy. I liked it, liked that he was so proprietary toward me.

  I owned him the same way he owned me.

  It was this act of ownership, and it made me feel good.

  We’d waited so long, too long, but now it seemed like no time had passed at all. I shifted on the bed so I could face him. He had this relaxed look on his face, his eyes looking drowsy. I was exhausted, but I didn’t want to sleep and miss out on time with him.

  He was hard in all ways, had been closed off from people, maybe because his parents had passed away. But even if he seemed like he had a cold heart, the truth was the ice he’d had around it was melted. He let me in.

  “Do you want to stay with me, to be mine, Bailey?

  I didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes,” I whispered and then smiled.

  He pulled me in close, and I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. I was right where I was supposed to be.

  And it had only taken me four years of longing to get him.

  Chapter Ten

  Bailey

  One week later

  I couldn’t help but smile at the way Gavin was glaring at the moving men. Any time they came remotely close to me or came up and asked me a question, he made a deep sound in the back of his throat and made sure to come stand right beside me.

  “You know they’re just doing their job, right?”

  He grumbled something low and unintelligible, and I couldn’t stop outright laughing then.

  He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against his side with gentle force, enough that the air left out of me briefly, and I looked up at him and glared myself. “Gavin, you’re acting like a territorial beast right now.”

  He looked down at me and gave me a wink that instantly lit me on fire, that had my synapsis exploding and my knees becoming weak.

  All it to
ok was a look from Gavin to have me instantly ready to be taken in every sexual way he deemed.

  But that would have to wait. Right now, I needed to focus on the fact that I was finally moving into the duplex—one that had a landlord who happened to be the man I was sleeping with and madly in love with.

  Once the last box was brought in, Gavin shut the door and looked at me. I knew what was going to happen by the way he lowered his head slightly, his focus still trained on me. He wanted to make it known, even if it was just us, that I was his.

  He came slowly toward me, like a predator stalking his prey. He was going to pounce on me, and I’d never wanted to be devoured more than I did right now.

  I grinned and slowly backed away, and then squealed and ran down the hallway when he came for me, knowing he’d chase me, wanting him to. I found myself in the bedroom, the mattress on the floor because the frame hadn’t been put together yet. But before I could even turn around, Gavin tackled me from behind.

  He turned right before we landed, so his body was the one taking the brunt force of impact. His arms were wrapped around me, and when he spun me, my hands were on his pectoral muscles, bracing myself on his muscular frame.

  And then for long seconds, he just looked at me, his expression softening. I leaned down and kissed him, just a brush of my lips against his.

  “Why can’t you just come move in with me?” He’d asked me this a handful of times since the last time we were together, which had only been a week ago.

  I smiled and kissed him again.

  “Although, you call the shots, baby. But I love you,” he said and was the one to rise up this time and kiss me on the side of my neck.

  I closed my eyes and sighed. The truth was, I wanted to move in with Gavin, but I wanted to take things slow—well, as slow as we could, given how fast we’d come together after seeing each other again after four years. But I wanted to grow as a couple, to build our relationship. I wanted to do this right.

  I knew we needed to have separate lives for the time being, moments where we were just by ourselves, anticipating when we’d get to see the other next. Although, on that note, I knew it wouldn’t matter if I was living with him or on my own, because I wanted to see him all day every day, no matter what.

  “I do want to move in with you,” I said softly and rested my head on his chest. “But I want to do this right, Gavin.” He tightened his hold on me, and I smiled even though he couldn’t see me.

  “Baby, we can take all the time in the world. I’m not going anywhere. You’re my future, and in the end, I know we’ll be together.” He kisses the top of my head. “Because I’m not letting you go. Ever.”

  Good. I didn’t want it any other way.

  Whoever said love at first sight wasn’t a thing had obviously never met their soulmate. And mine currently had his arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me close, and was whispering how much he loved me over and over again against the shell of my ear.

  Epilogue One

  Bailey

  Three years later

  “Bailey, woman, I want you to take it easy,” Gavin said with this gruffness in his voice that had me smirking.

  He was trying to be all alpha male, hear-me-roar right now, but seeing him walking out of the hospital carrying a tiny infant car seat did nothing but make him look like a huge softie.

  “And stay behind me. These parking lots are busy as fuck and I don’t want to have to beat some bastard’s ass for nearly hitting my woman.”

  I wanted to smile at the protectiveness in Gavin’s voice.

  He reached out and grabbed hold of my hand, smoothing his thumb over my skin, pulling me in close. He carried the car seat that held our daughter, Violet. I’d been released from the hospital just a few days ago, and we headed toward his truck after the babies first doctor appointment. The truck was brand new with bells and whistles in the safety department, something Gavin demanded. He’d said he wouldn’t have any daughter or wife of his riding in something that was older than dirt. Although I knew he loved Rocco, the name he’d dubbed that rusty truck.

  “I stocked up on baby supplies, and foods that will help aid in breast milk production.”

  I stopped and looked at him, grinning. He glanced at me.

  “What?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing,” I said through my smile. “I just love you so much. You think of everything.”

  He leaned down and kissed me. “I just want to make sure my woman and baby girl have everything they need.”

  We continued walking to the truck. “You get that wet dog food Bear loves?”

  He grunted. “You know how crusty his attitude gets if I don’t.”

  I chuckled. “Well, he’s a grumpy-ass old man, just like you.” I winked up at Gavin when he growled low.

  “I can carry the car seat, you know?”

  He made another deep sound of disapproval. “You don’t worry about that. You don’t worry about anything, baby. I got this.”

  We’d gotten married just a year after we’d gotten together that second time, after I knew I couldn’t leave him and he told me I was his.

  And nothing had ever felt righter than having Gavin by my side, and now our baby girl in our lives.

  Gavin wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close, the proprietary mark being made.

  That made me feel so good, so loved. It also made me feel like a woman owned.

  He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I love how curvy you are after having our baby.”

  Gavin put the baby in the back of the truck, triple-checked the seat belt, made sure everything was secure, and then he turned and faced me. He wrapped me in his arms a second later, and I leaned against him.

  “No one can ever have what we have, Bailey. No one will ever love you the way I love you.”

  I did know that. “And I love you. You’re mine just as much as I’m yours, big guy.”

  I wrapped my arms around his waist. He smelled good, like fresh pine and spicy wilderness.

  “I love you too,” Gavin growled out, and although to anyone else it might have seemed too gruff, maybe too aggressive, I knew he acted this way because he loved me so much.

  He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder, the little sounds of Violet making sleepy noises coming for the back of the truck. I closed my eyes and absorbed that this was my life and it was perfect.

  Epilogue Two

  Gavin

  One year later

  Even all these years later, as I looked at Bailey, all I could think about was how fucking lucky I was. I don’t know who was watching over me, but they’d given me the gift of a lifetime, and I never took it for granted. I knew how lucky I was, knew there wasn’t anything in this world that would ever compare to my wife or the family we created.

  Before Bailey came into my life, I’d had no one, nothing that had meaning. Money, properties, all of that meant nothing if I was destined to die alone. But then fate brought her to my doorstep. Maybe it had been wrong to have her, to want her when she’d only been eighteen at the time. I’d been double her age, but fuck, it hadn’t been about sex. It had been about her looking into my eyes and I actually saw a future.

  Now, years later, here we were with a little girl and another baby on the way.

  We were very blessed. I knew that. With a happy, healthy toddler, and a little boy on the way, Bailey and I were creating our own future, one in which life had purpose.

  I took a break from building the swing set we’d picked up just this morning. It was for Violet, although she wouldn’t be able to play on it by herself for some time. But I wanted a little playground for my kids, with swings and slides, sandboxes and even a fort.

  Bailey sat on the bench I’d made for her last year before Bailey was born. It was right under a big redwood, the shade covering it perfectly on warm summer days. Violet sat on her lap, a picture book in front of them as the woman I loved read to our daughter.

  Focusing back on the swing set, I br
ought my hammer down on the nail, securing the last piece of the frame. I worked until the sun started to set and Bailey called me in for dinner. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and stared at our property. I’d started more additions to the cabin, a few more rooms. One was an office for Bailey to work from home, to manage the pharmacy paperwork when she wasn’t on leave. Two of the rooms were for if we had more children, and the last was a big sunroom. I wanted my family to be able to use it during the winter months when the sun and warmth peeked through the trees.

  Bailey held Violet as she stood on the porch. Bear was by her feet, the big fluff ball even more grumpy. He’d outlasted his life expectancy, much to the vet’s surprise. But he was a stubborn old man, and I hadn’t been that shocked. He did things on his own time.

  I stared at my girls and felt how fierce my love for them was.

  I headed inside, and despite how sweaty I was, she leaned against me and sighed in contentment.

  We ate dinner, gave Violet her bubble bath, and put her to bed. Once I was cleaned up, Bailey and I sat on the couch in front of the fireplace. The sound of the flames licking over the logs, the scent of oak filling the living room, and the warmth coming from my woman instantly had my desire rising. I could never get enough of her.

  I was rock-hard in a matter of seconds.

  I shifted on the couch, and she looked up at me. I didn’t have to say a damn word for her to know what I wanted or for me to see the arousal building in her eyes. She was only four-months pregnant with our son, her belly just starting to pop out. I was possessive of her, territorial of everything that she was. And seeing her gain weight, get nice and curvy, thick because she was pregnant, made me want her even more.