The Arrangement (A Real Man, #23) - Jenika Snow Page 0,24

though on the outside I probably looked shell-shocked. I couldn’t help it. She watched me with wide eyes, her lips parted, her fear tangible. She was afraid of my reaction. Could she possibly think I wouldn’t want this?

“Please say something, Beckham.” She took a stuttering breath. “Are you just as scared as I am? I know this isn’t planned—”

“Lenora, baby, you’re pregnant.” I grinned from ear-to-ear. I pulled her in for an embrace and buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply. God, the woman I loved was pregnant with my child.

“I wasn’t sure if showing you the picture was a good thing, but when I saw the ultrasound from when I got the pregnancy confirmed, I thought—hoped—you would want to see it.”

I pulled back and cupped her cheeks, kissing her until we were both breathless. “This is all I’ve ever wanted. A family with you, Lenora.” Yeah, we were young, but we were also doing well in life, and I had a good job. I could provide for her and our children.

“I don’t want you working at the café anymore.” I realized what I said. “I mean, you can if you want, you know, being an independent female and all, but I want to take care of you.” I chuckled softly when she smiled. “At least after the baby is born, think about staying home for a while? Let me take care of you two.”

I saw the amusement in her eyes. Yeah, I’d been possessive before, but knowing she was carrying my child made me downright territorial and protective.

“You’re happy? This doesn’t freak you out?”

I shook my head right way. “No fucking way.” I leaned in and kissed her softly, so softly.

“I’m a little scared, Beckham.”

I couldn’t blame her. This was all new. But it would be good, perfect. “Let me show you, prove to you that I won’t fuck this up, Lenora. Let me show you I’ll be the best man, the best father to our baby, and the best future husband to you that I can be.”

She smiled, cupped my cheek with one hand, and said in a soft voice, “You’re already the best partner I could ask for. I know you’ll be the very best father too.”

I pulled her in close and just held her. I’d never been happier than when I was with Lenora, and right now, the euphoria that filled me told me so much. It told me that she was my soulmate, that I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I was with exactly who I was supposed to be with.

Epilogue Two

Beckham

One year later

I’d never fucking get tired of this, never wish I’d done things differently. Because no matter what, no matter how things had progressed, transgressed… no matter how life had changed so drastically, I knew I was the luckiest bastard in the world.

I had my woman, the girl I loved for longer than I even wanted to admit.

The mother of my child.

My wife.

And as I took my woman, claimed her, made her mine over and over again, my pleasure increased tenfold like it always did.

I stared at my woman’s breasts as they bounced up and down as she rode the hell out of my cock. God, she was so perfect. I was trying so damn hard not to get off right now. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around my dick, and I had to grit my teeth so I didn’t come right then and there. I wanted her to get off, wanted to see the expression of euphoria cover her face just once more before I gave in to my own pleasure.

She was my priority, not just in the bedroom but in life.

Her and my children. Always.

Wrapping my arm around her waist and grabbing onto her ass cheek with my other hand, I rose up just enough that I could shift and have her back to the mattress. I slid all the way back into her and groaned, my eyes closing on their own as ecstasy claimed me. She was so fucking hot and tight.

I leaned back on my haunches and looked down at where our bodies were connected.

“Fuck, baby.” Those words left me on a strangled groan as I saw the way her pussy stretched around my cock. She was all pink and soaked flesh and stretched so wide around the girth of my cock that it actually felt like I got harder inside her. Lenora’s eyes widened, and I knew she was close to getting off again.

I placed my thumb right on her clit, rubbed the hell out of that little bud, and couldn’t take my gaze off of her cunt. Lenora cried out and arched her back, thrust her breasts out, and closed her eyes. I finally let myself go as I watched her come undone.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the bed beside her head, and grunted as I came right along with her.

Without thinking, because all I wanted to do was kiss her, I captured her lips with mine. I filled her up, knew when I pulled out of her tight body all my cum would slip from her and soak the sheets beneath her perfect ass.

With my cock softening inside her and our tongues pressing back and forth against each other, I let a contented sigh leave me. I forced myself to lean back an inch. “Lenora. God, baby, you never cease to amaze me.” I leaned down and kissed her once more before pulling out of her with a grunt of disappointment. I rolled to my side and took her with me. She was soft where I was hard. I fucking loved her curves, loved that she had even more now after having our baby.

I leaned down and kissed her on the crown of her head. “You make me deliriously happy.” She cuddled in closer to me, and I’d never get tired of that feeling.

The sound of the baby crying came through the monitor, and with one more kiss to her head, I stood. I covered her with a blanket and looked down at her. My wife looked good and fucked. “Let me go get him.”

I put on a pair of sweats and headed into Sylas’s bedroom. I saw our son squirming on the mattress, his little arms outstretched. I knew there was a massive scream about to be let out, so I cradled Sylas to my chest, rubbed his tiny back, and my son gave a mighty cry of hunger. There it was. “You want Momma?” I headed back into our room and saw Lenora already sitting up, her glorious breasts on display as she knew what time it was.

She held her hands out for the baby, and I gave her our son, watching as she cradled him so gently. I sat on the edge of the bed and for the next twenty minutes watched the mother of my child feed our baby. It was beautiful. Sylas was already back to sleep, and I could see Lenora had no plans on moving him as he slept against her chest.

She looked at me with such love and devotion in her eyes it actually had my heart skipping a beat.

“I love you, Beckham,” she said softly.

“I love you, baby. God, I love you so much and the life we’ve created.” I leaned in close and placed my nose at her temple, inhaling deeply. I smelled the shampoo she used in her hair and caught the faint scent of baby lotion that she applied to Sylas after his bath. I couldn’t help but smile.

This was my world. She’d been my world even before I knew it.

And I’d never take that for granted.