Can't Fight It - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,98

perfection, but it did. In a matter of weeks, I found the person I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with.

And his son.

The most spectacular little boy, who just so happens to call me mama. How did I get so lucky?

Snuggling in even closer, I whisper, “I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” he asks through a yawn, even though it’s still fairly early in the evening.

I glance up and meet his gaze. “To spend the rest of my life with you.”

The smile says it all. “That actually works out perfectly because I’m so fucking ready too.” His lips graze softly over mine. “From the moment I saw you, I knew. Every day, I feel it, my love for you. I can’t fight it.”

“Me either.”

After a few more minutes, we finally get up off the floor. Colton takes care of securing the screen in front of the fire while I take all our dirty dishes to the sink. I try to blot the spilled wine and am grateful it was white. At least it won’t leave too horrible a stain.

“Leave it until morning,” he says, extending his hand toward me.

I can’t help but smile. We’re both naked. At some point, he got rid of the used protection, but we’re both in need of a shower. Taking his offered hand, he leads me up the stairs, flipping off the remaining lights as we go. When we reach the loft, he pulls me toward the tiny bathroom, a mischievous grin on his face.

“You know, when I was younger, I always wondered what it would be like to sneak a girl up here,” he whispers, as if his parents downstairs can hear him.

“Oh, really?” I reply, whispering to play along.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure Chase did when he was eighteen and dating this girl from high school. I was off in the military, and when I called Mom, she told me there was a lot of noise coming from the loft the night before. She thought he was working out up there or something, so she left him alone.”

I snort. “Working out. Sure.”

“Right? I didn’t want to be the one to tell her he was working out all right, but not the way she was thinking. That’s not exactly something you want to discuss with your mom, even when you’re two thousand miles away.”

Sobering, I run my fingers along his hairline. “I know I’ve said this before, but thank you, Colt, for your service.” Then, I go up on my toes and kiss his lips, the slightest burn of his scruff tickling my cheek.

“Have a thing for military men, do ya?” he teases, much like how I teased him downstairs earlier.

“I have a thing for Colton Callahan,” I confess, reaching for the knob in the tiny shower stall. When the water is as hot as the man standing beside me, I pull back the curtain and step inside. “Now, let’s get back to this whole sneaking a girl in here fantasy.”

“You’re my fantasy come true.”

With a smile on his face and my heart in his hands, he follows me into the shower and proceeds to show me exactly how mind-blowing that fantasy is when brought to life.

Epilogue

Colton

I’ve always loved this place. This cabin holds so many childhood memories for me, and I love that Milo, and now Ella, get to have those same experiences. As our family has grown, we need to talk to Mom and Dad about adding on a couple of bedrooms. I plan on making this place a big part of my son’s childhood, and I know that Chase feels the same way about Ella. She might only be a few weeks old, but I know my brother.

“Got you another,” Chase says, handing me a beer and taking the lounge chair next to mine. “We’re going to need to add on,” he says, reading my mind.

“Yeah. Couple of bedrooms, at least.”

“I think we need to expand this patio too. That way, we can add more chairs and maybe a covered area to keep the babies out of the sun.”

“You already thinking about more?” I ask him. I’m not giving him shit. I really want to know. Having another has been on my mind a lot lately. My wife growing round with our baby is a new fantasy of mine. One, I can’t wait to make a reality.

“Yes.” There is no hesitation in his answer.

I glance over at him, and he’s smiling as he watches his wife and newborn daughter. I know that