Love at First Secret Bonus Scene

“What are you laughing at?” he grumbles, grinding his dick against my ass as he continues waking up, stretching next to me.

“I’m laughing at the thought of you doing all of this baby research for me.”

“Last time I checked, I’m the one who fucked the hell out of you and got you pregnant in the first place. Aren’t I?” he whispers naughtily against my ear. “So, I figure it’s my job to keep you comfortable, rested, well-fed, and satiated.” His hands drop to my waist, angling my ass suggestively back towards him.

A knot of desire lodges in my throat at his words and actions. He has done all of these things since we officially moved in together after the Newport Beach Christmas Boat Parade, making his ample, gorgeous cabin in Rough & Ready Country Luca’s and my new home. “And how do you plan on satiating me this morning, cowboy?”

He chuckles in low tones, spitting on his hand and sliding it between my thighs to find my clit. He swirls the greedy nub expertly, causing my pussy to tighten and throb with instant, overpowering need. We sleep naked, wrapped in the delicious warmth of each other’s flesh. This time, when my ass arches back towards him, he slides into my channel, lazily moaning.

“Is the door locked?” I ask, the golden light of early morning reminding me that Luca could burst into our bedroom at any moment. Axel and I have worked hard to get him to knock, but he still only remembers about fifty percent of the time.

“Yes, and Luca’s not up yet.” Axel beats me to the question.

We have a nanny who helps out during the week, but Hazel doesn’t work weekends. I don’t want to leave Luca alone too long, although the kid is an expert at self-entertaining between bins of Legos, his wooden train set, and the stack of storybooks lining the shelves in his room. Hazel came highly recommended through her agency and is a personal friend of Stella. So when I first decided to take Luca, hiring Hazel proved a no-brainer. Moreover, she happily made the move with us, ready to give small-town living a shot. Stella followed a few months later, intrigued by the thought of finding her own cowboy mountain man. Fortunately, relocating her wedding planning empire has been easier than expected, the Sierra Nevada backcountry an increasingly popular wedding spot.

Axel’s answer makes me melt, surrendering to the sensual warmth of my husband. We married in an intimate elopement in February, which means we’re still on our honeymoon as far as I’m concerned. Of course, that honeymoon will extend for the rest of our lives if Axel has his way. The man makes it his life’s mission to spoil and care for me in every way.

Groaning against my shoulder, he drives into me, continuing to work my clit as I arch back into him, taking everything he has to give. “God, your cunt feels so good. Every time with you feels like our first time.”

I can’t help but giggle, the motion making him more frenzied as he pounds into me. “Except without the rain and the cars.”

“One of these days we’re going to have to reenact that scene, Tiger. It was hot as fuck.”

“Yes,” I whimper, both an agreement to his statement and a response to the way his slick finger swirls around my pearl at the perfect pressure and pace to make my quiver and clench him. As my pussy throbs and swells around him, fluttering and drawing toward big extravagant spasms for my orgasm, he drives deeper, squeezing my hips and demanding my pleasure.

It doesn’t take long, body relaxed and mind unencumbered from sleep. But, God, does it feel amazing as I slowly come undone around his cock, my movements out of control and driven by impetuous desire. His heightened breath heats my ear as his pace increases, his thick rod working my G-spot with each pass, his finger still mercilessly sliding over my clit until I fall over the precipice, great spasms gripping me. My pussy milks his rod, and I drench his hand, something I didn’t even know my body could do until Axel’s and my first time together in the rain.

“Fuck, yes,” he praises through fast-paced breaths. Pulling his hand from my pussy, he licks it ravenously. “Damn, I love it when you squirt. You taste so fucking good.”

I can’t even respond, my eyes rolling back in my head as he slams into me once more, flooding my pussy with warm waves of cum. He holds me tightly, his body shuddering and shaking as his cocks rhythmically fills me, and I continue to arch back into him, enjoying the way he completes me. Afterward, we lie tangled together, catching our breath. I finger his wedding band, bringing his hand to my mouth and kissing it.

“Best morning sex ever, and best husband ever,” I finally manage between pants.

“That’s what you always say,” he grumbles, nuzzling my neck and feathering it with his lips.

“Because it’s always true,” I whisper, emotion coloring my voice.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks, squeezing me tightly.

“Yes,” I struggle, trying not to sob. “I’ve just never been so happy as I am with you. I didn’t even know this life was possible.” We’ve discussed this before. The differences between my first pregnancy as a teen—a wholly ostracizing, lonely experience with no one to lean on or confide in—and now. Axel has been there every step of the way, attentive, loving, and totally devoted.

“You never have to do anything alone again,” he reminds tenderly, lifting himself up slightly to look down at my face. I turn, positioning myself beneath him, and he palms my rounded stomach, affection washing over his gaze. The baby jumps in my stomach, and he laughs. The feeling is still so new to him, and I can see the unadulterated joy it brings.

“Thank you,” he says in raw tones.

“For what, baby?”

“For giving me the home and family I’ve always wanted.” Tears fill his eyes reflecting the ones pooling on my bottom lashes.

“I could say the same thing to you, cowboy.”

He leans down, kissing me tenderly and bringing a hand up to stroke the tears from my cheek. “Why don’t you sleep in a little bit. Mornings seem to be working better for you these days, anyway.”

“But what about my work and Luca and—”

“It’s Sunday, so your work can wait. As for Luca? I’ve got it. Try being lazy for once, Tiger. Your body’s already doing enough work growing a mini mountain boy or girl.”

I chuckle at his words, nodding my head as he reluctantly gets out of bed, returning a few moments later with a warm washcloth to clean me. As my ears settle into the sounds of him dressing for the day, I nod off.

I don’t know how much time passes, but when I wake I feel relaxed and comfortable, ready for a new day. We don’t know the gender of our baby. We decided to make it a surprise, but considering how free I’ve been of morning sickness and nausea, just like with Luca, my guess is we’re having a boy. If we do, his name will by Leonard. And if the baby’s a girl, we plan on calling her Leonora, which means I’ve settled on Leo for now. I sit up in bed, stroking my stomach and stretching. “Alright, Leo, time to quit being lazy.” I rub my stomach, feeling the baby kicking and marveling at how different this second pregnancy is.

The first time around, developments like this and the growing of my stomach filled me with shame and embarrassment as it became increasingly clear I couldn’t hide my secret any longer. But this time, I get to revel in the milestones, celebrating each one with Leo’s daddy and older brother.

I take a hot shower, allowing my muscles to relax. After that, I blowdry my hair, apply makeup, and get dressed before heading downstairs. I hear soft voices below as delicious cooking smells greet my nose.

“Happy Mother’s Day!” voices ring out as I enter the kitchen, absorbing the scene in front of me. Axel and Luca are hard at work on batch after batch of his delectable blueberry lemon muffins, and Stella works on non-alcoholic mimosas made with sparkling water and garnished with strawberries.

“Oh my goodness!” I exclaim, tears filling my eyes as they stop what they’re doing, rounding the counter to hug me. Axel hangs back, letting Luca and Stella embrace me first. Luca holds up a drawing to me with a family of four stick figures. He’s got lines with names scrolled next to them for Axel, Stella, himself, and me. Another line points to a circle over my belly that says Leo. “This is amazing,” I admire looking at the drawing.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama,” the black-haired boy screams as tears spill over my cheeks, and I lean down to hug him.

Stella follows, embracing me tightly before stepping back to place a hand on my stomach. She wasn’t around for the first pregnancy. I met her a couple of months after giving Luca away. “The baby’s been busy growing, I see.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Axel beams. “You figure he or she has a lot more to do if they’re going to be anywhere near the size of their daddy.”

Everyone laughs, stepping back to make room for Axel. Pulling me into his big, strong arms and making me feel pleasantly dwarfed as usual, he whispers, “Happy Mother’s Day, wife!” Pulling something from the pocket of his apron, he hands it to me.

“What’s this?” I ask, my forehead knitting as I open the long, thin black velvet box to reveal a gold charm bracelet.

Pointing to the charms, Axel says, “I chose to go with the first letters of our names for the bracelet. But if you want charms instead, we can shop the jewelry store together.” I look down at the A, two Ls, and S, a physical remembrance of my amazing family.”

Now, I’m ugly crying, sobbing as I say, “Thank you so much. This is amazing. I love it.”

Axel pulls me tightly against his chest, letting me wet his shirt and regroup for a moment. “No, thank you, Aspen, for forgetting to put up the top of your Carice … and for taking a chance on this Sierra Nevada wild man.”

“Always and forever,” I whisper, leaning up on my tiptoes to kiss my husband.

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