knowing any more than that would embarrass her in front of the customers. Still, I can’t resist giving her cute butt a quick squeeze.
She laughs. “How about you make that order to go? And sit down at the counter for your breakfast. I bet you worked up an appetite at the gym.”
I sit down on the stool and lean in. “I have an idea of how we could work up another appetite.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she lifts her eyebrow. “I bet you do.” She lifts the pot of coffee, then pauses. “Actually, you know Jillian just got here.”
“Yeah?” I lift my eyebrows. “And?”
“I was thinking… maybe we could take your breakfast to go.”
I grin. “What do you have in mind?”
“I know you’re hungry, but baby,” she says, leaning close. “I’m starving.”
Soon we’re home, and I set the to-go containers on the kitchen counter. We undress right there in the kitchen, unable to keep our hands off one another.
“I’m just always so hungry since I got pregnant,” she says, slipping from her dress. Her tits look so good since I knocked her up.
“It’s because you’re eating for two now,” I say, unclasping her bra, needing those perfect breasts in my hands.
She laughs softly. “Not that kind of hunger. I’m craving you all day, all night.”
I growl in her ear, so damn starved for my girl. Pushing down her panties, I lift her sweet ass and set her on the kitchen counter. She opens the box of food and pulls out a slice of bacon.
I chuckle as she breaks it in two, feeding me one half. “You’re insane,” I say.
“That’s true. But it’s you who proposed before our first date.”
“Yeah,” I say, kissing her neck, easing her ass to the edge of the counter so I can spread her knees and run my fingers over her sweet center. “But you’re the girl who said yes.”
“What can I say? I’ve always had a thing for cops.” She leans her head back and I kiss her neck, my fingers stroking her folds, teasing her clit with my thumb. “Besides, you saved my life. I owed you.”
“You paid your debt with breakfast that morning, if I remember right.”
She moans as I finger her good. Her pussy is nice and warm, ready. Wet. She wasn’t lying. She is a horny little thing.
She knows what she needs, and she reaches down to stroke my thick shaft. I’m pulsing under her warm hand. God, I love her touch.
“I need you, baby.” She wraps her arms round me, easing off of the counter. She spins around, offering me her creamy ass. She leans her elbows over the counter, taking the pressure off her perfect belly, and I run my fingers over her, between her legs. Her cunt is nice and ready, and my cock is eager to go home.
Easing myself inch by inch, I sink my hard cock where it belongs. Deep inside of her.
She moans, loudly, and I sweep her hair aside, kissing her back, then cupping her round tits as I take her the way she likes it. The way we both love it.
I claim my wife the way she wants, and she doesn’t hold back. Soon enough we will have a child, a baby of our own, and so much will change.
For now, in this stolen morning, we have one another. Our hearts beat with love, our bodies pulse with desire, our souls link for eternity.
“I love you,” I tell her, my cock ready to release hot ribbons of come deep inside her sweetness.
“I love you more,” she whimpers as she comes, her ass the most gorgeous view in the whole goddamn world. She turns her head, looking at me, biting down on her bottom lip as I take her deep into ecstasy.
We finish hard, panting, and so full. Forget the bacon and eggs — we don’t need anything to eat when we have one another.
Epilogue 2
Valerie
Ten years later…
We call ourselves the Brunch Babes. You’d think I’d be sick of breakfast, considering I’ve been running a diner for a decade, but there is something special about meeting at a swanky spot downtown and having bottomless mimosas with your girlfriends.
Georgie is here, pregnant — again. And Kourtney, Jessa, and Mirabella are here too.
“Anyone hear from Trista?” I ask, sliding into my seat. I set down my tote bag filled with goldfish crackers, a sippy cup, and probably a random diaper — because yes, I am now a mother of three. Vance Jr. is only seven months