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A low moan escapes my lips as I do just what he said and lean down. Wyatt manages to pull a nipple into my mouth and nip and suckle at it while he’s still heaving into me with a strength I wasn’t sure even he had. He’s hitting that deep spot over and over, and I feel sparks of pleasure zing all through my body until I’m doing exactly what he said.

“Wy…Wyatt!” My cry is loud enough that I’m sure my neighbors can hear it. I’m so lost in the euphoria of my orgasm that I couldn’t care less.

I expect Wyatt to slow down or find his own pleasure, but instead he doubles his efforts. “Again,” he demands, swatting my ass in a way that causes more pleasure. “One more, love. I need one more from you.” Nodding, I bounce on him even harder until I see fireworks on the back of my eye lids and it feels like time has frozen.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, honey bee. You’re a goddess, Georgie.” Finally, I feel Wyatt swell inside me and fill me with his warmth, a low groan escaping his mouth as he thrusts into me slowly, his hands rubbing up and down my back. As we still, I pray to whatever God exists that if we haven’t made a baby already, we did just now.

We stay as we are for a long while, enjoying the feel of still being connected with one another, our bodies so close that they’re practically melting in to one another. Finally, I lean up and kiss my fiancé lightly. It’s just a brush of my lips against his, but it’s more than enough for now. We have a whole lifetime together to look forward to, and I couldn’t be happier.

Epilogue One

~Wyatt~

One month later

Georgie has been back home with us for a few weeks, and I’ve never seen my family as happy as they are now. I don’t think any of us realized just how much we were struggling without her until she came back. I’m not talking about the cooking or the cleaning, although my little honey bee is the only person who can perfectly recreate my mama’s biscuits. With Georgie back, it seems like everyone’s smile is a little brighter and their load just a little bit lighter.

My girl was the heart of the house, always lending a helping hand and a listening ear to anyone who needed it. We got by while she was gone, but the difference now that she’s back is like night and day. My sister is especially less grumpy than she was over those months she was without her best friend. Scarlett still complains about me and my brothers being too noisy about her social life and too overprotective, but she seems able to handle all that better with Georgie around to talk to.

My own life has gotten exponentially better. Every morning I get to wake up to Georgie wrapped up in my arms, my rings on her finger. Georgie deserved the wedding of her dreams, but she didn’t want anything special. “I already have the man of my dreams,” she told me the night we moved her back home. “I don’t need more than that.”

We got married in the courthouse two days later, Georgie in a beautiful white dress, her hair down in waves, looking every bit the stunning woman she is. My best suit seemed like tattered rags in comparison, but I figured I might as well get used to her outshining me at every turn. My wife is amazing and definitely better than I deserve, though the more she tells me she loves me, the more I believe I’m enough for her.

Speaking of enough, the home expansion is finally finished and we have more than enough room for all of us and the next generation to come. I’m especially proud of my addition to the house, a large master bedroom with an attached nursery. Its early days and Georgie hasn’t been showing any signs of being pregnant, not that we aren’t going at it like rabbits every chance we get, but a guy can hope.

I’m so excited about showing my honey bee her new hive that I can hardly contain my excitement as I stroll into the kitchen. Georgie still keeps up the house and cooks, but now we have a cleaning and meal rotation to take much of the load off her. We should have been taking better care of her to begin with, and now she has more time to work on her newest project: a baking blog called The Honey Bee Baker. I’m so proud of my girl and the rest of us love that we get to be guinea pigs for her experimental recipes.

The sight I walk into in the kitchen has my heart beating rapidly. It’s Georgie, bending over to grab something from the oven, her juicy ass on display in tight jeans.

My feet tread softly over to her, and once she’s standing and placed her pans on the stove, I run my palm over her behind and grab onto her hip, pulling her towards me. My girl gasps and turns around, her eyes already shining with lust as she leans into me, pressing her full breasts against my chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asks huskily, her hand coming around my back to grip my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. “Anyone could see us in here.”

I lean down to kiss her, driving my tongue into her mouth and tasting cinnamon and sugar on her lips. With a groan, I hold her tighter and grind my growing hardness into her belly. “Don’t care,” I mumble against her mouth before I dive back in.

We continue like this for another moment when a throat clearing behind us has us pulling apart, albeit reluctantly. “I swear I will never get used to seeing you two making out,” Scarlett says with a shake of her head, her hand on her hips. “It’s weird.”

Georgie blushes and ducks her head a little, embarrassed at getting caught. I’ll cure her of that soon enough because if we’re in the same room, I plan on being on her like flies on a horse.

“You’re just jealous,” I snark to my sister, feeling a little pang of guilt when she looks a little hurt. Scarlett is the only one of us left without a partner, so my words probably hit home a little harder than I meant them to.

“Whatever,” my sister tells me, playing off like I didn’t just hurt her feelings. “Just came out to tell Georgie that I’m going out, so no need to count on me for dinner.” With a curt nod, she stalks back off to her office and I’m left feeling like I just stepped in it again.

“She won’t be mad long,” Georgie says as if reading my mind. “She knows you were just joking.”

My hand rubs at the back of my neck. “Yea, but I should learn when to keep my mouth shut.” Turning to Georgie, I see a wicked smile forming on her face. “What’s that look for?”

She shrugs a shoulder. “I kind of like your mouth, no matter what you’re doing with it.”

I groan and adjust my still hard cock in my pants. “Don’t tempt me,” I tell her, leading her over to the entrance to the new wing of the house. “Need to show you something.”

When we get to the end of the hall, I lead her into our new bedroom. Georgie gasps and covers her mouth with her hands as she spins around slowly and takes it all in. The new wood floors, the crown molding, and the en suite bathroom with a tub big enough for the two of us which you can be damn sure we will be breaking in as soon as possible.

Her feet carry her over to the small attached nursery and she turns to me with a furrowed brow. “What’s this? Is it a master retreat or something?”

My head shakes as I approach her and pull her into my arms. Resting my chin on the top of her head, I place one hand over her belly. “It’s a nursery,” I say, my voice low and full of excitement for the future we’ll create together. “I know we might not need it for a long while, but I thought it would be a good idea.”

Georgie’s hand covers mine and she turns her head to meet my gaze. “It was a good idea,” she says with a wide smile. “And we’ll be making use of it a lot sooner than you think.”