BONUS CHAPTER
(Extended HEA)
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BAYLEE
ONE YEAR LATER​​​
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I hop around our living room like a prizefighter. “Are you sure about this? Because I’m totally going to take you down.”
My husband gives me a crooked smile. “We’ll see.”
We’re both wearing t-shirts and shorts and one sock apiece.
I double-check my phone and start the video. “Let’s go over the rules again. The goal is to get the sock off the other person. Other than that, there are no rules.” I smirk. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
He chuckles because, yes, that’s laugh-worthy. He’s twice my size and can bench-press me. He’s in great shape. The man still works out daily. And when he’s not coaching, he’s out wrangling cattle with his brothers. I’m in decent shape from chasing after Leo and running my salon, but I’m no former pro athlete.
Still, I hope to give him a run for his money.
I crack my knuckles. “You ready?”
“Bring it, peach. Let’s see what ya got.”
I go diving for his foot, but he pulls away at the last minute and tackles me down to the ground. He must’ve braced himself because that definitely wasn’t his full weight. I laugh as I try to wiggle out from under him, but he’s got me pinned. So I reach back and poke his ribs, and he laughs, which gives me the break I need.
Squirming around on the floor, I reach for his sock. I get the edge and tug, but I can’t hold on. Meanwhile, he lumbers over me and grabs my foot. Off flies my sock.
Dang it!
“The best two out of three tries,” I pant as I get off the floor.
Kneeling down, he pats his knee. I place my foot there, and he helps me put my sock back on.
“That’s very gentlemanly of you.”
His lips tilt as he winks. “I’m not having very gentlemanly thoughts at the moment.”
I bite my bottom lip. “Maybe you should take off your shirt. So it doesn’t get in my way.”
His smile widens. “Your wish is my command.” His shirt hits the floor, and I take a long minute to admire my husband, because hot damn, the man is built. He motions to me. “Your turn.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to trip you up with too much clothing.” I strip off my shirt, and his eyes go molten.
We stare at each other, and I half-forget why we’re standing here when he motions to my sock. “Are you ready?”
I nod. A second later, we grapple, but he easily overpowers me and turns me in his arms and tickles me. I howl and scream.
“Do you give up?” he whispers in my ear.
“Never!”
Then we’re on the ground, and my sock is gone.
Faster than I can process what just happened, he spins me around. His mouth comes to my ear again and his hips press against mine. “Pretty sure this is how you get pregnant.”
I chuckle when I feel his giant erection wedged against my rear. With one hand, I reach up and run my fingers through his hair. “Good thing my mom is watching Leo tonight.”
That gets me another thrust. “Not sure you can use any of this footage for your post.”
I wiggle my ass. “Probably not.” Fortunately, we’ve roamed far from where my camera is pointed.
His sweaty chest presses to my back as he reaches around to grab my boob. “I think you’re wearing too much.”
“God forbid.” I stretch out beneath him and he unsnaps my bra. Then I wiggle my ass, and he draws down my shorts, leaving me in some lacy black underwear.
“Jesus, this ass.” He leans down and bites it. Then licks the pain away. A second later and my panties are gone. “Lift up.”
I do as he asks and he places a cushion under my hips. I spread my legs to get ready for him.
He kneads my ass and spreads me apart. Waiting for him is torture. Wrestling with him was a total aphrodisiac, and I’m ready to go.
His hand drifts over my pussy, his finger trailing through my slit, until he pauses to circle my clit.
“Yes, like that.” I shiver and moan as he sinks two fingers inside of me. He works me over until I’m a panting mess. Then he pulls out.
He shucks his shorts and boxer briefs and pulls my ass up to him. I glance back over my shoulder and find him appreciating my backside. So I wiggle it at him.
Mav chuckles and drags his dick from my ass down to my pussy and slowly sinks into me. Arms out in front of me, I flop down and appreciate the stretch. Appreciate how he fills me. How he completes me.
When he bottoms out, he leans close and nips my neck. “Are you okay, peach?”
“Yeah. Hurry.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Gripping my hips, he starts to move. I moan into the carpet. He fucks me hard but slow and it’s incredible.
But after a few minutes, he rolls me over, shoves away the cushion, and comes down over me. “Let me see that beautiful face.”
I smile up at him. Pretty sure I left some makeup on the carpet and have a waffle print on my forehead, but he doesn’t notice that.
I wrap my arms and legs around him as he kisses me. “Love you, Mav.”
“Love you, Bay.”
He starts to move again, and then he rises and pulls my hips up higher. It taps that mysterious spot inside of me that only he can reach.
Sparks of pleasure start to shoot down my body, and I shove my hand between us and rub my clit.
“That’s it, baby. Get there.”
When I go off, he follows a second later, and he pulls me into his arms as I pulsate around him. His cock jerks in me, taking me even higher. I writhe and dig my nails into his shoulders until I’m out of breath.
We’re panting and sweaty when we finish. Smiling, I push his hair out of his eyes. “Now you’ve done it.”
“What?” He kisses me.
“Trapped us on the living room carpet with no paper towels in sight. I’m going to drip all the way to the bathroom.”
He smirks. “Can I watch that?”
I smack his ass. “I’m going to let you get me some tissue from the kitchen.”
“Anything for my beautiful wife.” After another kiss, we both groan as he pulls out, and I get an eyeful of man candy as he strolls toward the other room buck-ass naked.
He returns with two brownies and two paper towels, one wrapped around his dick and one in his hand. He drops my paper towel over my mound, hands me a brownie, and chomps on his snack. “For sustenance. And yes, I washed my hands first before I touched the food.”
I laugh as he helps me up. “We suck at social media challenges.”
He eyes me up and down. “I was gonna say we rock those things. It was a win for me.”
Wrapping my arms around him, I lean up and kiss him. “I’m naked in the living room with a little piece of paper towel between my thighs and rug burns on my knees.”
“Aww, I’m sorry. I’ll have to kiss those and make them feel better.”
I chuckle as we head for the bathroom to clean up.
The next morning, I’m deliciously sore. I stretch in bed with a yawn. When I glance at the clock, I’m shocked it’s so late. I come downstairs to find Leo pushing his toy tractor, his wheels zipping along the hardwood floor, while Mav makes us breakfast.
“Morning.” I lean over to kiss my husband. “What time did Leo get up?” I ask as I chase down my child, who giggles when I tickle him.
“At the crack of dawn, but after he ate, he chilled out with his toys while I caught up on emails.”
“Did you enjoy breakfast, bud?” I ask Leo, who nods.
“Nanas. Cakes.” Bananas and pancakes.
“Nice job.” I wipe some leftover syrup off his face.
Mav holds up his spatula. “Babe, would you like some pancakes or French toast?”
“Yes, please. Whatever’s easiest.” I’m about to sit down at the table when I get a whiff of bacon, and I run to the bathroom to hurl.
As I wipe my mouth, my eyes widen. Because the last time this happened…
I start to freak out.
“Bay, you okay?” Maverick asks from the doorway.
Once I brush my teeth, I tuck myself against him, relishing when he wraps his arms around me. “You’re so good with babies. How do you feel about having another one? Because I think I’m pregnant.”
Silence.
Then, two seconds later, he erupts. “Holy shit. Are you serious?”
When I look up at him, he’s grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s confirm this.” I reach under the counter and pull out a pregnancy test. Three minutes later, we have an answer.
I cup his handsome face. “How do you feel about being a dad again?” Because he’s every bit the father to Leo. And while Leo also has Sean, Maverick is the one who gets up to change diapers in the middle of the night or helps me with midnight feeds.
“I’m really fucking excited.”
I frown. “Leo will be two soon. Do you think we can handle having a newborn and a toddler?”
“This isn’t all on you. I promise I’ll be there every step of the way. And we obviously need to check with a doctor for the delivery date, but a spring delivery will be perfect. I’ll have plenty of time away from football just to take care of you and our littles. Even if I have to drag Taggert out of retirement for a while to run drills.”
Aww. Our littles.
When he gently grabs my belly, I place my hand over his. “You do fast work, Mav,” I tease. “Last night you were yanking off my sock and sexing me on the floor, and now I’m pregnant.” Which obviously isn’t how it happened, but I love razzing my husband.
He chuckles. “What can I say? When you got it, you got it.”
“Pretty sure I’m the one who ‘got it.’”
We laugh and kiss.