His Greatest Treasure (Greatest Love #4)

Extended Epilogue

EXTENDED EPILOGUE

OLIVER

ONE YEAR LATER

“Good morning, wife.”

“Good morning, husband.”

I stretch my arm out around Avery’s body and tug her closer. The California-king-sized bed is too fucking big. I’d have preferred to spend our first night as Mr. and Mrs. Bateman with her sleeping right on top of me, but no. She awed over the size of this thing and tried to roll away in her sleep before I woke to a dark room and brought her right back into my arms.

As fucking if.

“You’re insatiable,” she coos, wiggling her ass back on my cock.

I’m painfully hard, and the feel of her naked body against mine doesn’t help me soften at all. I lost track of how many times I was inside of her last night and early this morning, but I know it doesn’t matter.

I want her again already. Have wanted her every day for as long as I can remember, and as of last night, I finally made that feeling permanent.

The band of her wedding ring is cool against my fingers when she links hers through them and presses them to her pregnant belly. The slight swell there still feels surreal. Like a dream .

“Yeah, I am. Are you sore?”

“Mm, not at all.”

“Good.” Slipping our hands down her belly and between her thighs, I uncurl my fingers and stroke her pussy. She’s wet, slick with the same arousal that’s beating in my chest like a kick drum. “Lift your leg, baby.”

She does as I say and tucks it over mine, opening herself up to me. I give my cock a hard stroke and guide it between her legs, nudging the tip at her opening.

“Mrs. Bateman,” I grunt before gliding deep.

She moans, drooping her head back along the pillow and reaching behind her shoulder to hold me. “Mr. Bateman.”

“That feel good? Nice and full?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I press my lips to her shoulder, over the bruise left by my mouth last night. There are several of them scattered all over her body, but I clearly focused more on the visible parts of her, where I knew everyone could see.

Thrusting up gently, I bring my hand to her chest and squeeze her nipple, her pleasure obvious in the tightening of her walls around me. She arches back and wiggles in my hold, backing her ass into my groin with a whine.

“You’re just as gone for this dick as I am for this perfect pussy, aren’t you, wife? You were missing me inside of you, even after only a few hours,” I rasp.

She quivers at my words. I curse into her skin and drag my tongue over her skin, tasting her. She tastes more like me than she does herself, and that fact goes right to my cock. I’m a possessive fuck, and I’ve never felt that as strongly as I do right now.

“I’ll give you what you need. Keep squeezing me so fucking tight and I’ll fill this needy pussy with cum, princess. Have you so full you’re dripping on the sheets and down your thighs. Then, I’ll carry you into the bathroom and do it all over again. If you weren’t already pregnant, I’d have you there by the end of our honeymoon. ”

“Oliver, fuck,” she cries, meeting me stroke for stroke with desperate jerks of her hips.

I nip at her throat and hum as my groin tightens. “Yeah, baby. You have to soak this cock before I give you what you want.”

“Yes!” she shouts, nodding furiously.

Her orgasm comes on swift and strong. She’s sensitive, and I’ve had over a year to learn how to get her there the way she wants. I know her body as well as she does, and I’ll never get bored of bringing her this pleasure.

I give in to my release and come with rough groans in her ear. Buried to the hilt, I don’t move as I fill her full of cum, each pulse shooting deep. It’s intoxicating, and once I’m done, I remain this way for seconds, minutes, maybe.

“Is the baby okay?” I murmur, smoothing my hand over her belly.

She laughs at me. “The baby is perfectly fine. Just like I say every single time we have sex.”

“You can never be too safe.”

“She’s perfect, Oliver,” she says, satiating me.

The announcement that she was pregnant came three months ago after only one spent trying. After the night of the grand opening of Linnea and Lillies ten months ago, she was adamant about being unsure whether she wanted another child, but when Adalyn gave birth to a tiny baby girl she and Cooper named Valerie, she changed her mind in an instant. Baby fever hit her hard, and I agreed with no hesitation.

Being the second father figure in Nova’s life has filled me with more purpose than anything else ever has. I love my role in her life, and I knew without a doubt that I was ready for a baby. Especially with the love of my life.

I kiss her neck, over the red mark I left. “And you? Are you perfect?”

She rolls to face me, and I relax my hold until she’s comfortable. “I’m even better than perfect. Happy and loved. Grateful.”

“Me too, princess. ”

“I am hungry, though.”

I tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her, revelling in the soft feel of her mouth.

“Then let’s get you something to eat.”

She shoves away from me and throws herself over the bed toward where the room service menu rests on the nightstand. I chuckle and sit against the headboard, watching her.

Goosebumps cover her arms, and in a blink, she reaches over the edge of the bed and grabs my dress shirt before slipping it on. Leaving it open, she sits cross-legged beside me and starts flipping through the menu.

With her hair messy and skin flushed, I can’t help but stare at her, enamoured with how beautiful she looks with no effort. My wife, my life. My future.

“You’re staring at me. I can feel it,” she notes, not lifting her eyes from the menu.

“You’re too beautiful to look away from.”

Her lips tug into a smirk. “If you want me to order you extra hash browns, just say so.”

“I always want extra hash browns, but that’s not why I said that, and you know it.”

She glances at me, her smirk slowly morphing into a demure smile. “I love you, Oliver.”

“I love you too, princess.”

“Now, waffles or pancakes?” she asks, tugging her lip between her teeth as she reads the menu.

I don’t have time to answer before there are three knocks on our hotel room door. With a curious expression, she peels her attention from the menu and glances at the door. I kiss her cheek and step off the bed to tug on some underwear.

“I’ll check who it is. You can order the waffles,” I say.

She tugs the duvet over her bare legs and does up the buttons on my shirt up before I leave her in bed.

“Tell them to go away,” she calls. “Unless it’s your mom.”

“If anything was wrong with Nova, she’d call first, baby.”

“Still.”

I nod and unlock the secondary lock on the door before pulling it open. My brother’s face isn’t one I was expecting to see this morning.

“Did you miss the memo where it’s the day after my wedding? You’re not supposed to bug me today,” I tell him.

The smell of booze wafts off him, turning my stomach. One up-and-down look at his clothes tells me he hasn’t so much as changed out of the ones from last night. Hasn’t showered either.

“Sorry, that rule doesn’t apply to me. This is an emergency. Now, scoot and let me in,” he says, trying to weasel his body between mine and the speck of a gap available from him to enter the suite.

I set a hand on his shoulder and give him a light shove backward. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, you know. Nothing much.”

“Don’t play with me today, Jamieson.”

He peeks over my shoulder into the room before I shift and block his view.

“I don’t want to talk about it in the hall, Oliver. Let me in so nobody else hears this,” he pleads, dropping his voice.

“Keep your eyes off my wife,” I warn before letting him in.

I shut the door after us, and he ignores my warning, heading directly for the bed, where Avery’s sitting watching us. She quirks a brow at me, and I shrug, choking off a huff halfway up my throat.

Jamie tosses himself onto my side of the bed, and I snort.

“Wouldn’t sit there if I were you. Honeymoon and all,” I say.

It takes him a minute to clue in to what I mean, and when he does, he hops off the mattress with his nose crinkled. “Fuck off, Oliver. I knew it smelled like sex in here.”

“I’m going to the bathroom while you boys talk,” Avery mutters, her cheeks red and gaze fixed on me with a heat I want to feel closer up.

I track her every move. “We won’t be long. ”

“We might be,” Jamie says.

She slips from bed, and when he doesn’t immediately look away from her, I snap, “Eyes off my wife, asshole.”

He boasts a laugh but brings his eyes my way. “Call her your wife again. I don’t think you’ve said it enough yet.”

“I’ll call her my wife anytime I want to. Now, tell me what it is you need to so I can get back in bed with her.”

His humour fades instantly. “I’m engaged.”

I stare at him, deadpan.

“I’m not lying. Hand to God.”

“We’re not religious.”

“Okay, hand to the fucking sun, then. I don’t know. I’m not lying.”

“Since fucking when are you engaged? To who?” I ask, maybe a bit too sharply. My head’s spinning.

“I met her a couple of weeks ago. Nice girl.”

I blink, my jaw slackening. “A nice girl? She’s a nice girl? You asked someone to marry you, and the best you can do is say she’s a nice girl?”

“Okay, she’s a nice, gorgeous girl. Better? Fuck, don’t bust my balls right now.”

“You came here, Jamie. I’ll bust your balls if I fucking want to because what the fuck did you do? You’re not the marriage type. And you’re surely not the asking a nice girl to marry you out of the blue type. Has Mom met her? Dad? I damn well haven’t. You’ve gotten one too many concussions. I knew you should have stopped playing football.”

He shoves his hands out in front of him and shakes his head, face paling. “Slow down. First, I’ve only had three concussions. And second, no. Nobody’s met her but me. But that doesn’t mean anything. We’re getting married, and that’s that. I just wanted you to know before the news went live tomorrow.”

I balk. “The news?”

“Yeah. I’m announcing it tomorrow. It’s happening.”

“No. It’s not. Call it off right now. I’ll have Dad come over, and we can talk about it together,” I declare, already hunting for my phone.

He grabs my wrist and tugs. “No. You’re not calling Dad. I’m not telling them yet.”

“What?” I shout.

“Don’t yell!”

I scrub a hand down my face. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“No, I haven’t. You and I both know if I tell them, they’ll convince me not to do this the same way that you are right now.”

“If you want me to do anything other than convince you not to do this, then you need to tell me everything. You might be able to bluff your ass off to anyone else, but I’m not falling for it. Tell me what the fuck is going on, Jamieson, or I swear I’m going to call Mom and Dad and get them to come here right now.”

He pales even further, turning a ghostly shade of white. The bathroom door squeaks open as Avery slips out and comes to my side, worry shining in her eyes when I look down at her.

Jamieson collapses on the small couch across the room and swallows before speaking. “Fine. But nobody learns about this. Not even our parents.”

“Fine.”

The explanation that tumbles from his mouth has me joining him on the couch, a wild next three months on the horizon for the Bateman family.

At least I’ll have my wife at my side for this ride and every other to come.

THE END.