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"I'll build you a house, sweetheart. Anything you want," he promised against her neck.
"I just want you, Trevor," she said, knowing nothing else really mattered as long as she had him.
"You have me, sweetheart," he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. "I promise you will always have me. "
"No more pretending," she said, feeling her chin quiver, knowing it would kill her to go one more day pretending that he wasn't everything to her. Out of everything that happened between them that was the one thing that hurt the most.
"Never. I'm going to make damn sure that everyone knows that you're all mine," he swore just before he swooped in and took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
"You promise?" she asked against his mouth, feeling her heart race.
"Promise," he swore.
"Any other conditions for this new arrangement I should know about?" he asked, moving his mouth back to her neck.
"Just," she said, licking her lips as he nibbled and licked his way down towards her br**sts, "that the sex condition is still very much in effect. "
"I suppose that will be fine," he murmured huskily, running his tongue down one breast until he could once again take her nipple into his mouth.
"A-and I get to name our kids," she said, hoping he was properly distracted, because she had some really cute names for boys that she really liked, names that were really pretty and underused.
"Not f**king happening," he said, releasing her nipple.
"But-"
"Not happening," he said as his hands returned to her hips. With a gentle grip he guided her off of his lap and onto her back. "As much as I love you, I just can't let you do that to my boys, sweetheart. "
"But-"
"Not happening," he said, pushing her legs apart as he shifted on the couch until he was crouching between her bent legs.
"What about Frances or Julian? Those are both-oh my god, don't stop doing that!" she practically screamed when he lowered his head between her legs and began lapping at her slit.
"So," he said casually as if he weren't currently driving her out of her mind by leisurely running his tongue between her legs, just missing her clit, "let me see if I understand this new arrangement. "
She may have whimpered when he traced her lips with the tip of his tongue and damn well knew she moaned when he teased her clit. Licking her lips hungrily, she rotated her h*ps desperate to force his teasing to go where she needed him, but he simply grabbed her h*ps and held her where he wanted her.
"You're going to be at my beck and call for sex," he mused and she moaned in agreement. "I'm going to take care of you while you worship me and we're getting married. Did I miss anything?"
"I really don't remember you proposing or more importantly, saying yes," she managed to point out when all she wanted him to do was stop talking and get back to licking her.
"I did, you just don't remember," he said, tracing her slit with the tip of his finger as he flashed her that sexy grin of his that drove her crazy.
"No, you didn't. "
"I did," he said, sliding his finger between her lips to tease the entrance.
"I think I would have remembered that," she said, licking her lips as her body trembled in anticipation.
"You were overcome with joy. In fact, if memory serves me correctly you said the sooner the better, because you were looking forward to waking up at three in the morning to me licking you out and having access to my body twenty-four seven so really you should be-"
"You're right," she said, panting as she rolled her h*ps into his touch, closing her eyes in bliss as he took the hint and slid his finger inside her. "You did propose. It was beautiful, memorable even, so we can probably move on now to the actual sex now, right?" she asked, sounding desperate and not really caring at the moment.
He chuckled, the bastard. "I suppose we could do that," he said, pressing a kiss to her thigh as he slid his finger in and out of her at a delicious rhythm. As he fingered her he took his time trailing kisses up her leg, pausing between her legs to drive her insane by taking her cl*t between his lips and sucking.
She reached down and ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue and loving the way he groaned as though licking her affected him just as much as it did her. After a minute he pressed on last kiss to her wet slit and pressed a trail of kisses north, pausing at her soft stomach to press a tender kiss where their babies were.
Zoe bit her lip as she tried not to cry out as her body tightened in anticipation of the powerful orgasm she knew he was setting her up for. When he took her mouth in a hungry kiss she slid her hands down his back and between them, cupping him through his underwear and loving the way he thrust against her hand.
Without any hesitation she released the two buttons that somehow managed to restrain his long, hard erection and freed him, guiding him to where she needed him. With a small groan he removed his finger and slid into her and she couldn't believe how good he felt.
Without a condom she could feel the smooth velvety skin and hard veins to perfection. He felt so good, so right, she decided as she pulled his mouth down for a kiss. As he devoured her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth the way he was thrusting his c**k inside her, he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.
"Love you. . . . . love you, Zoe," he said, groaning as he quickened his pace.
She opened her mouth to tell him how much she loved him, but he chose that moment to do a little twist thrust with his h*ps that sent her flying. Digging her nails into his back, she threw her head back and let out a strangled scream that only seemed to set him off. He began pounding into her until she was forced to hold onto him or have her head slam into the arm of the couch. In seconds he had her screaming his name as he groaned out his own release.
For several minutes they lay there trying to catch their breath as they held each other tightly and would have probably stayed that way for the rest of the night if her traitorous stomach hadn't growled, startling them both.
With a pleased grin, Trevor ran his fingers through his sweaty hair as he pulled away from her, pausing again to press a tender kiss to her stomach. "I guess it's time to feed the baby," he said, looking and sounding truly happy and she couldn't help but smile.
Never in a million years would she have thought that a woman like her could make a man like Trevor happy, but he was and for the first time in her life she was truly content. She had a good job, good dogs, babies on the way and a man she knew she'd only fall in love with more with each passing day.
"I'll go make you a sandwich," he said, tucking himself back in his boxers and shooting her a wink as he sauntered towards the kitchen.
Of course, it didn't hurt that she also had a man she loved to torment, she decided.
"Better make it two, you do know we're having twins, right?" she asked innocently and tried not to laugh when he stumbled.
Epilogue
Eight years later. . . . . . . .
"Everyone else is bringing homemade food," Zoe mumbled, feeling embarrassed that she still hadn't mastered the art of cooking, well at least not baking even after all these years.
After five failed cooking classes and Haley's guidance she could now sauté, grill, broil, boil, dice, and peel with the best of them, but she hadn't quite gotten the hang of baking. Even those brownies and cakes in a box gave her trouble and to date she hadn't had any of them come out like there were supposed to, that is come out of the oven edible. She either burned everything, undercooked it, or some weird combination of both. Haley was damn determined to help her and she appreciated it, especially since knowing how to bake would come in pretty handy with her household of Bradfords.