Page 14 of Coupled (Alphas Forever 3)

Epilogue –Samantha

“Oh, Ethan,” I moan, barely able to get the words out. “Oh, fuck, that feels good.”

It’s a weekend morning and Ethan and I are taking advantage of being able to sleep in…although, truth be told, we aren’t doing very much sleeping. I woke him up this morning with a blow job—surprise blow jobs are his favorite, and I swear, he comes so much harder when I give him one—and now he’s going down on me, pinning my legs wide open on the bed as he ravishes me with his mouth.

He tells me how good I taste, then he does this thing with his tongue that I can’t resist. I claw at the bed sheets and scream out that I’m coming. He keeps his mouth on me until I stop shaking from the orgasm. Then he crawls up onto me and gives me a hungry kiss on the lips.

“Fuck, I love eating your pussy,” he growls.

“I love it, too,” I murmur. And then I gasp with pleasure as he plunges into me with his thick, hard cock. He fucks me fast and hard. The bed squeaks helplessly beneath us. I climax again, and then he does, too, filling me up with come.

After we got engaged at my sister’s wedding, we immediately started daydreaming about our future. We talked about everything: what we wanted our wedding to be like, what kind of house we eventually wanted to buy, how big we wanted our future family to be. At first, we agreed that we’d start trying for a baby a few months after getting married. But then…well, all that baby talk was just so sexy, and we decided, what the hell, we were going to start trying right away.

And I have to say, the babymaking sex has been off the charts.

Ethan grunts happily and pulls his cock out of me. I love this feeling right after we make love, knowing that this could be the time. I start doing some math in my head, figuring out when I would have the baby, if he just got me pregnant.

Then I suddenly realize something and gasp.

“What’s up?” asks Ethan.

“Hold on,” I say. I scramble out of bed and run into the bathroom. I’m shaking as I pull an unopened pregnancy test out from beneath the bathroom sink. Back when we started trying, I bought a few of them—okay, more than a few of them—and stashed them there, knowing I would need them in the future.

Well, that time has come.

Because I’ve just realized that I’m four days late.

I quickly read over the instructions and then squat on the toilet. I impatiently pee on the stick. Then I shove the cap back on. And wait. I call Ethan into the bathroom, telling him to hurry up.

“Holy shit,” he says, suddenly understanding what’s happening. “Is this—are you—”

“We’ll find out in a couple seconds.”

He takes my hand.

When the two little lines appear, I scream out in excitement. Ethan pulls me in tight. “Oh, babe,” he says. “This is—this is incredible.” His voice cracks. I’m so in love with him right now. I laugh. My excitement is spilling over. We kiss. We laugh. We kiss again.

Ethan kneels and kisses my stomach. “Baby, we’re so excited for you,” he says. He looks up at me in a way he never has before. His eyes are so full of love.

“Something tells me that this baby is going to love to dance,” Ethan says.

“Yeah,” I say, “or be a total klutz at it.”

Ethan grins. “Or maybe a little bit of both.”