At Home Late CH 45

Throwing my head back, I cry out as my body spasms and my clit throbs. My
pussy clenches harder and I hear myself shouting out vulgarities while an intense
orgasm takes over me.
“That’s my girl. Cum for me, Abby,” Luke demands with a deep growl as his cock
starts to throb and swell inside of me. As I’m riding out another blissful current,
he yells out a string of indistinguishable words while he erupts inside of me.
Flooding my most forbidden hole with his warm, thick fluid.
He pulls me closer to him, his cock still buried deep inside of me, and we stay
that way for a few moments. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest while
we both lay motionless and try to catch our breath.
Tipping my chin
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Tipping my chin up towards him, he kisses me softly and whispers, “I love you,
Abby. And I want to spend the rest of my life taking care of you.”
He rolls over next to me and pulls me close to him. As I’m falling asleep, safe in
his arms, I know that his words are true, and I feel like the luckiest woman in the
world.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
I glance down at my hand, practically blinding myself as I’m staring at the way the
huge diamond on my finger sparkles in the sunlight. It still seems surreal, a
dream almost. It’s only been one day since we’ve arrived at the beautiful Serenity
Resort, the same place where Luke said he loved me for the first time six months
ago.
We were strolling along the beach last night, admiring the stars twinkling in the
dark sky, breathing in the cool, salty breeze when Luke suddenly stopped in front
of me and looked me in the eyes.
My heart was loudly thumping between my ears as he got down on one knee and
asked me to be his wife in front of a crowd of strangers.
I was in complete shock at first. I knew Luke loved me. He dotes on me and wants
nothing more than to take care of me. I quit my job at the coffee shop months
ago at his insistence, and he’s been so supportive of me finishing my nursing
degree. He’s even been paying for my tuition.
Even though he’s been constantly showing me his unwavering love for me, I had
no idea he’d propose to me so soon, But the chance to become Mrs. Abby Brandt
is like a dream come true.
Since then, I’ve felt like a giddy schoolgirl; I can’t stop looking at the large rock
and smiling. Claire and Amy were just as
ecstatic
as I was. They both started crying tears of joy and squealing with excitement
when I told them over the phone last night.
And, shockingly, not only was Jason supportive of our relationship when Luke
told him about us months ago, but he also helped Luke pick out the ring.
Feeling so grateful for my life, I deeply inhale the fresh ocean air and gaze at the
waves crashing into the surface. I place my hand on my belly, smiling to myself as
my hand glides over the round shape.
“I hope I didn’t keep you two waiting too long.” Luke’s smooth voice comes
behind me. He’s holding two bottles of water and hands one of them to me
before sitting down on the towel beside me.
He places a light peck on my pregnant belly and then kisses my lips. “You look so
gorgeous right now,” he says while sliding his hand lower to my warm center.
“You’re absolutely glowing.”
Ever since I told him I was pregnant five months ago, his already high libido has
amplified. And I’m not complaining at all. We can’t get enough of each other.
Although Luke is about to become a father for the second time, he’ll always be
my Daddy.
Lia Amarie has been in love with Tristan Hemsworth ever since middle school
when he moved in next door with his little son, who she instantly became best
friends with. Now she’s nineteen, and still very much lusting over the sexy, very
much older billionaire Adonis’s hot body, every beautiful inch. But to Tristan, Lia
will always be off–limits. The little girl who always ran out to hug him whenever
he came back from work. Can she rise above this silly perceived notion and show
him that she can be a bad, naughty girl?
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“Nine…ten. Ready or not, Eric, I’m coming your way!” I yell, pulling off the black
blindfold around my eyes, and sprinting out of the house, towards the garden.
We’d played hide–and–seek a thousand times–mostly when we got tired of video
games and wanted a little excitement aside from board games – and each and
every time, Eric always hid in the garden, close to the thickest rose patch or in the
abandoned den behind their huge mansion. Today, however, he wasn’t in the
garden, and I start getting wom out when I see that he’s not in the abandoned
den as well. Taking a detour back into the house, I stand still in the foyer and shut
my eyes, listening. I hear things being moved about in the storeroom to my left,
accompanied by intense giggling.
Smirking, I tiptoe towards the storeroom and, with a deep breath, kicked the door
open, catching Eric right before he slipped into an old sack. “Aha! Gotcha! I lunge
at him, knocking him off his feet as we both fall onto an old mattress, wrestling
each other and laughing. He tickled my sides, causing my arms to fly out, and
flatten themselves over his broad, solid chest. I’ll be lying to myself if I said I
didn’t know when they morphed from soft, baby flesh, to rock hard solid
overnight. Just like how I’d traded my breasts – soft handballs for big, supple
oranges.
Ever since I met Eric in sixth grade, we’d gotten along like bread and butter. His
house was my second home, and we were inseparable. Literally. His friends were
my friends, and one of us hardly took a decision without informing the other of it
first. Little wonder why everyone expected that, after high school, when we both
will move to the city, we’ll
get married.
I haven’t given much thought to marriage, Ever. And Eric would be the last man I
would want to spend the rest of my life with. I’m sure he feels the same way too.
Our bond is entirely platonic and we do see each other more as siblings.
He pinches my upper arm now, and I yowl, aiming a kick for his balls which he
dodges smartly. We roll about like bunnies for a while, before disentangling, our
hands clasped together as we look up at the dusty ceiling, trying to catch our
breaths, giggling.
“How did you know I was in here?” Eric asks, probing my side. I gasped, whirling
away.
“Stop! I just… I didn’t find you in the garden or the abandoned den so I… I’m
getting ready to slip out of his reach and kick him out of the bed with the heel of
my foot when I hear the front door of the house open and close curtly. And I end
up losing my focus and falling off the mattress instead.
He’s home.
Six o’clock on the dot every evening. Not a minute more. Not a minute less.
It’s him. The only man who can make my stomach flip.
Outwardly, I try to contain myself, try not to show a reaction that’d get Eric to
suspect, but inside, I’m burning up like a paper that’d caught flame, rattling like a
rickety old train on the railway and my stomach has been left on the dirty, metal
floor.
Eric’s father is home.
Tristan McHemma Hemsworth.
I catch sight of his pristine, black loafers as he passes by the storeroom, glancing
in briefly and beaming when he espies me collapsed on the mattress, next to his
laughing son. He shakes his head and moves on, towards the kitchen, barely
giving me enough time to drink in his familiar features. Honestly, I’ve got to
accept that it’s impossible to soak in the sight of his big, sexy body. Those broad
shoulders. Hard, thick, and impenetrable.