“They are active today, aren’t they?” I grinned, feeling another kick then another.
“Must be the excitement that they aren’t going to be born out of wedlock,” Meadow quipped, pushing her lush arse back into my groin.
“Meadow,” I warned, biting her flesh gently. “We are not having sex tonight, so just forget about it.
“But your dick is hard, Spunk Rat.”
“When isn’t it hard around you, baby?” I chuckled. “You’re due any day now; we’ve been lucky avoiding any more bed rest, and the babies are healthy and right on track. Let’s not push our luck, hey.”
“You know we could have found out the sex of the twins, and then we wouldn’t have had to call them babies the whole pregnancy,” Meadow pouted, bringing up our only reason for arguing.
“No! We want to be surprised, we agreed on this.”
“You wanted a surprise, and I wanted to know what colour to paint the nurseries.”
“Woman, we just got married, don’t mess with my bliss by being annoying,” I mumbled pleadingly.
Giggling, Meadow tapped my hands, “Turn me around, Spunk.”
Acquiescing, I helped my wife shift her unbalanced body, facing her to me.
“Hey there, beautiful.” Kissing her lips, I pulled her into me as much as our children would allow.
“We got married today,” Meadow squealed, doing a little jig in my arms.
“Yep, I’ve got the ring and the certificate to prove it,” I answered, running my thumb over the thick band of tungsten metal. Meadow had it custom-made for me by a local jewellery maker Meadow had met when the artist came into the shop with her son and firefighter husband.
“And you’ve got me too,” Meadow breathed, her eyes running over my face, taking me in.
“You are the best part, Meadow Donatella, the best part of me.” Mushy spilling out of me, making her smile.
Just then, the twins belted their feet, or hands or their head into my belly, Meadow hissing with the pain as our kids pounded on their mum.
“Come on, baby, let’s get rid of the riffraff so I can get you into bed and have my nightly taste of your succulent pussy,” I suggested, wiggling my brows at her.
“If we must, Spunk, you know I’ll do anything you ask.”
Choking on my spit, I guided my wife slowly back to the deck of our home. Our families calling out to us as we passed them.
“If only!” I groaned, but secretly I hoped Meadow continued to give me a hard time, waving her independence in my face until I took my last breath.
Loving a dramatic, mushy, complicated woman turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
Who knew?
I allowed Luca to walk me back to the house. I was even going to let him help me out of my wedding gown and tuck me into bed, let him eat me to orgasm and hopefully talk him into feeding his cock down my throat. Or maybe we were going to have to forego that …
Because I had to tell him that I have been in early labour for most of the ceremony, just twinges, nothing too serious for a trip to the hospital just yet.
Then when he forgives me for not letting him know I secretly found out the sex of our babies months ago, I will tell him that we will be calling our children Axel and Harlow.
Lucky for me, my husband loved me to distraction. Lucky for him, I loved him just as much.
THE END
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
My first stand-alone!!! To say I am excited about this one would be a major understatement. These two characters have been stuck in my mind for so long, talking and yelling at me, and I finally decided to listen to them.
I truly loved writing this book, a new world, and not a Soul or Son in sight. Although I will say I couldn’t help myself by adding one of my hunky hose men, did you catch it???? It was very subtle, but he was there.
Thank you to everyone that kept me awake while writing this book and your attempts to keep me focused. Yes, Pirate, I am speaking of you too.
My kids, my grandkids, and my sister from another mister thank you for getting me out of the house, oh and thank you, Lila Rose and Amanda Berry, for ambushing me and cleaning my office!!!! I actually love the clean and useable room it is now.
I love writing, and I love creating that perfect love story, the one we all want or perhaps for some, already have.
A huge thank you to Eric and Mel Morris for being Luca and Meadow. There was no more perfect couple for the job.
A special shout out to my youngest spawn, Tamara. Kid, I don’t know where I would be today without you. You see what I see, and whether it is possible or not, you support me no matter what. I love you to the moon and back, Marty-Jane xxx.
To Handsome, the same goes for you. There is no one I would want to share a cuppa with than you. Also, the more I think about it the more convinced I am you should plant Yucca plants in your front yard. Don’t roll your eyes, you know I’m right.
ALSO BY LEAH SHARELLE
WOUNDED SOULS SERIES
His Sweetness
His Honey
His Beauty
His Lady
His Angel
His Man
Her Prince
FIREMEN DO IT BETTER
Into the Fire
Out of the Flames
From the Inferno
A LOVE DUET
Love Hurts
Love Heals
THE WOUNDED SONS SERIES
Gabriel
Bastian
Grill
Rafe
THE HOTT BROTHERS
Hott and Taken
Hott and Ready
Hott and Handled
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Leah Sharelle loves the idea of being in love. Since her early teens, when she first discovered Silhouette Desire novels, her life has been all about reading. She would find herself rewriting scenes if she wasn’t happy with them and then would hide them under her bed. That led her to writing
