: Epilogue 2

Jesus fucking Christ, my wife is the sexiest, most incredible woman on the planet.

And she tastes like fucking heaven. I glance up at her from my favorite position in the world—my head between her thighs—and wink when I catch her eye. Of course, she has to push up onto her elbows for me to be able to do that now, given that she’s seven months pregnant. Her cheeks are flushed pink from how hard I just made her come, and I swear my heart feels like it’s about to burst. How the fuck did I get so goddamn lucky? Crashing Emily and Tucker’s wedding was the best damn decision I’ve ever made in my life.

My cell phone vibrates on the nightstand—probably one of my brothers asking if we’ve left for Dad’s house yet. We’ll be there in time for dinner, but I want my wife to myself just a little while longer. She’s become an integral part of the James family, but right now, she’s mine and only mine. My possessive streak, already bordering on the psychotic where she’s concerned, has only gotten more fervent since she became my wife and started growing our child. I would maim, kill, and die for her without a second thought.

“Drake.” She moans out my name as her head drops back between her shoulder blades.

I crawl up her body, trailing kisses over her swollen belly before rolling her onto her side so that I can fuck her comfortably. Although I considered sticking more closely to our recent tradition and fucking her beside our Christmas tree, I carried her to bed instead. Nothing but luxury for my heavily pregnant queen. “You still okay there, mi rosa?”

She nods, her luscious bottom lip clamped between her teeth.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” I skim my hand across her abdomen. I’m constantly amazed by the fact that she’s growing our child in there. While most men are probably awed by the miracle of pregnancy, it’s not until you watch your partner actually grow a human being that it hits home how truly remarkable it is. I can’t wait to meet our child. Boy or girl doesn’t matter to me; I just want them to be here.

“You’re pretty perfect yourself, sir.” She purrs the last word, and my cock twitches against her juicy ass.

I nip her shoulder blade. “Any more of your sass, my little vixen, and I’ll tie you up and punish you severely. And then we’ll be late for dinner.”

She giggles. “If I weren’t so scared of Luz, I’d take you up on that offer, Daddy.”

Sir? Daddy? This woman is trying to kill me, I swear.

I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet scent and basking in everything that is her. “Behave yourself, mi rosa.” I sink my cock inside her, and her soft whimpers fill the room.

“I love you, baby,” I murmur, my lips against her ear. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too, Drake.”

I fuck her slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight heat squeezing my cock each time I sink back inside her. And I tell her over and over again how incredible she is, how much I love her. I promise to take care of her and our baby, and any more that might come along. I promise to be everything they ever need.

I promise her forever.