Curvy Girl for the Cop (Curvy Girl Romance Shorts #7)

Epilogue

One year later

Ava

The bell above the bookshop door jingles cheerfully as Ryan pushes it open, his strong frame filling the entryway. My heart flutters at the sight of my husband, as it does every day when he arrives for our lunch date.

"Hey beautiful," he greets me, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His electric blue eyes rake over my curves appreciatively as he strides over to me.

"Hi handsome," I reply shyly, a blush heating my cheeks. Even after a year of marriage, Ryan still makes me feel like a giddy schoolgirl with his intense gaze and commanding presence.

And holy fuck, does he look hot in his policeman uniform. Seriously, I never thought I was one of those girls who swooned at men in uniform, but my husband in his uniform is enough to get me dripping wet every time.

He reaches me and pulls me into his strong arms, enveloping me in his warm, musky scent. I melt into his embrace, relishing the feel of his hard body pressed against my soft one. His large hand slides possessively over the curve of my bottom.

"Missed you, baby," he murmurs huskily, nuzzling into my neck and placing a hot kiss just below my ear. "Been thinking about you all morning."

I shiver, desire pooling low in my belly at his words. "I missed you too," I breathe, tilting my head to give him better access. "I'm so glad you're here."

Ryan runs his hands up my sides, thumbs brushing the sides of my full breasts and making me gasp. He chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling through his chest.

"Let's eat lunch quickly so I can spend more time showing you just how much I missed you," he suggests wickedly, eyes darkening with lust.

I nod eagerly, biting my lip. My body is already thrumming with need for him. After all this time, I still can't get enough. With a final squeeze, Ryan releases me and I lead him to the counter, our lunches and some private time together awaiting us. I'm so grateful he gave up his stressful city job to be here with me, the sheriff of our quaint little town. I don't know what I'd do without our stolen moments together in my bookshop every day.

We eat quickly, exchanging heated glances and playful banter as we go. I can't wait for him to touch me again, to feel his strong hands on my swollen belly, to hear the filthy things he whispers in my ear. I've come to crave them, crave him, more than I ever thought possible.

As soon as we've finished our sandwiches, Ryan stands, the bulge in his pants evident. He steps closer, circling an arm around my waist and pulling me flush against him. "I can't wait any longer," he growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

"Neither can I," I confess with a shy smile. My insides liquify as he lifts me onto the counter, spreading my legs wide. He's always so considerate, even now that my stomach is round with our child.

"I can't believe we're having a little human together," he marvels, running a hand over my belly. "A constant reminder of how much you're mine."

His words send a shiver through me, and I moan as he slides a finger inside me, brushing against my swollen nub. "Ryan," I gasp, arching my back. I'm already on edge, aching for more.

"You like that, don't you, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in my ear.

"I...I do." I can hardly think straight with his skilled fingers teasing me.

"Tell me what you want," he growls, nipping my neck.

My whole body flushes.

"I want you," I whimper, my face flushing.

"You want me to come inside your wet pussy?" His fingers pick up the pace, and I'm already teetering on the edge.

"Y-yes, Ryan!" I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

"That's my good girl," he praises, kissing me hard, his tongue invading my mouth as he devours me. I'm a puddle by the time he pulls away, but he's not done with me yet.

Flipping the sign to 'Closed', he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the back of the store. There, he lays me down on a pile of plush blankets we laid there just for this purpose.

"Spread your legs for me, Ava ." His voice is rough with desire, and I obediently comply.

"I love you, Ryan," I whimper, my eyes heavy with lust as he positions himself at my entrance.

"I love you too, Ava," he says, his voice possessive as he thrusts into me, filling me completely. "Forever and always."

I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer as we lose ourselves in each other, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Ryan places his hand protectively on my swollen belly as he continues to saw in and out of me.

"You're so fucking gorgeous like this," Ryan growls, his hand splayed possessively over my rounded stomach as he drives into me. "All full of my baby, your tits swelling, your body changing. Fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen."

I moan wantonly, my head thrashing against the blankets as pleasure consumes me. The way he's talking, the raw need in his voice, it sets my blood on fire. "Yes, Ryan," I whimper. "I'm all yours. This body is all for you."

"Damn right it is," he snarls, snapping his hips harder, his cock hitting that secret spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "This sweet cunt belongs to me. I'm gonna fill you up again and again until you're carrying another one of my babies."

"Please," I beg shamelessly, too far gone to care how desperate I sound. "I want it, I want you so deep. Breed me, Ryan."

He makes a harsh sound, almost like a roar, and then he's pounding into me, ruthless, relentless. One hand still clutches my belly while the other finds my clit, rubbing hard circles. "Come on my cock," he demands roughly. "Squeeze the cum out of me with this greedy pussy."

His filthy words are my undoing. I detonate with a silent scream, my walls clamping down on him like a vice as ecstasy crashes through me. Ryan follows me over the edge with a shout, his hips churning as he spills inside me, painting my womb with his seed.

"Jesus, Ava," he pants after, resting his sweaty forehead against mine. "The way you give it up to me... Fuck, baby, you're perfect."

"I can't help it," I laugh breathlessly, cupping his stubbly cheek. "You turn me into a needy mess. I'd happily let you put a baby in me every year if it means I get to have you like this forever."

"You've got yourself a deal, sweetheart," he rumbles, catching my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. "I plan to spend the rest of my life worshipping this body and keeping you barefoot and pregnant."

I sigh happily into the kiss, my heart so full it could burst. I never imagined I could have a love like this, so all-consuming and passionate. But Ryan stormed into my life and claimed me so completely, I can't remember what it felt like not to be his.

As he starts to harden inside me again, ready for round two, I send up a silent prayer of thanks that this incredible man is mine and that this is my forever. Lazy afternoons in my bookshop, making love and making babies, with the person I cherish most in this world. I couldn't ask for anything more.