I nod. “She is.”
She’s fully recovered now and back to her old self. No. She has her better self. Now, she’s more occupied with charitable work and going on nature retreats, which is healthier for her.
We’ve all come so far, indeed.
“Beer?” I ask Isaac. Fuck it, let’s celebrate.
He scratches his chin then shrugs. “What the heck? I’ll have one bottle.”
* * *
The lone bottle knocks Isaac out. He falls asleep after the scrumptious, restaurant-worthy dinner Lauren whipped up. I bring him to his bed and then Lauren and I tuck Michaela to hers, right next to her grandmother’s.
“Good night, sweetheart.” Lauren gives Michaela a hug. “Sleep tight.”
Michaela yawns. “Good night.”
“Good night.” I plant a kiss on my daughter’s forehead. “Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”
“I won’t.” She turns on her side, clutching her teddy bear.
“Goodnight, Mom,” Lauren and I say at the same time.
“Goodnight,” she says, waving at us from her bed, where she’s still reading a book.
We leave their room but instead of entering ours, we slip out of the house and into the fields.
There, under the stars that we know so well, with the insects chirping all around us, with the breeze caressing our backs and blowing through our hair, we become entangled in each other’s arms, caught up in each other’s kisses.
I undress Lauren first, taking off her shirt and then her skirt and underwear, peppering kisses all across her bare skin. I particularly rain kisses on her belly, recalling when it was swollen with our first child. We haven’t decided to have another child yet but when we will, I will welcome it as I did our first and become all the happier for it.
As always, she shivers and gasps beneath my kisses, her skin heating up beneath my touch. Though years have passed, each time we make love is like the first. It always feels like coming home.
I bury my head between her thighs, and she gasps. And when she’s shaking with need, I allow her to take my cock out of my pants and stroke it.
I enter her in one swift pump, deep and hard, filling her to the fucking brim.
I hold back, and let her envelop my thickness, lose herself in the moment. I bring her to the heights of pleasure. I spill hot cum inside her, thrust and growl.
In love and at peace.
“I still can’t believe how far we’ve come,” Lauren whispers in my ear as a breeze sweeps her hair over my face. “It seems like only yesterday when we met here on this ranch.”
“You mean when you tried to kill me with a spray bottle?”
She chuckles then turns serious. “When you tried to seduce me at the creek.”
“I was not seducing you,” I argue. “Not then.”
“But I wanted you from that moment and I’ve never stopped wanting you.” She snuggles against my chest, resting her head on my heart. “And I never will.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Nor will I.”
She grabs my hand, entwining her fingers with mine. “You’ll always be the hot farmhand I couldn’t take my eyes away from.”
“And you’ll always be the hot farm girl I couldn’t keep my hands off,” I tell her.
She lays her head back down, chuckling against my skin. “We couldn’t resist each other, could we? Even though we weren’t supposed to be in love. We weren’t even supposed to have met. Now, here we are. Together.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “And we’ll always be together now. After all, we’ve been through, nothing will keep us apart.”
I lift her hand and kiss the golden band on her finger.
“I love you, Lauren. I always will.”
“And I love you, Chase. My Chase. No matter what mess we end up in, I’ll always be here for you.”
“I know.” My kiss lingers on her lips. The stars wink and glitter above, priceless jewels blessing us with their presence.
No matter what, to the end of time. I’m hers, and she’s mine.
Forbidden Series
Forbidden Three
Forbidden Santa
Forbidden Feast
Also by Kira Blakely
Keeping His Secret
Trouble
Savage
Ruthless
Delivering Her Secret
Secret Daddy
Surprise Package
Untouchable
First Love Second Chance
Last Chance
Throttle
She’s Mine
Play Thing
Beauty and the Billionaire
Faking For Her
One Hot Daddy
Owned by the Billionaire
Billionaire’s Protest Box Set
Billionaire Bad Boys Box Set
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About the Author
Kira Blakely
All I’ve ever wanted to do for years is write my own books. I spent an ungodly amount of time ghostwriting a few bestsellers for other authors before realizing it was time to start taking credit for my own work.
My personal struggles in life, love, and money have driven me to start doing what I love most: Writing full time.
I started writing when I was a teenager. I fell in love with a boy who didn’t quite love me back--admittedly, I was terribly insecure and slightly overweight--and the entire experience drove me to start practicing my craft. Writing helped me to escape, to reimagine a world where happy endings actually existed. If I couldn’t have the love of my life, I’d just create Mr. Right in my romance novels… with maybe a few embellishments.