The Fall of Troy Page 11

  She began fondling his cock. "Your woman, Troy?"

  He shuddered and let loose another groan. "Woman, you won't be satisfied until I completely cave in, will you? Fine. I don't just want you to be my woman. I want you to be my wife."

  Angie’s hand stilled on his cock. Her head shot up and she stared at him with wide eyes. She hadn’t quite expected that. Not yet. "Oh, God! Troy, are you…"

  He captured her hand and kissed it. "Will you marry me, Angie Harding?"

  After several moment of silence, she smiled suddenly, her eyes bright. "Marry you? Well, gee, Troy, that's a tough call. For how long?"

  He pinched one of her nipples. "Forever, wise guy."

  "Forever?" She frowned. "That's an awfully long time. I don't know if I'm ready to commit to you for that long." She began massaging his cock again. "I was thinking in terms of maybe three, four, five years tops.”

  "I am not in the mood to be teased, Angie," he warned, in a mock serious voice. His cock had come to full attention under the gentle, insistent massage of her warm hands.

  She grinned suddenly, rolling onto her back. "Tell you what. I'll take it under advisement while you refill my prescription."

  He smiled and lay on top of her. "Refill coming up." He sank his cock deep into her with one lusty, powerful thrust. He lay unmoving for several sweet moments, taking the time to enjoy the knowledge that this passionate, beautiful woman finally belonged exclusively to him.

  "Hmm. Troy, this feels so…wonderful…so incredible."

  "Oh, yes, sweet,” he said hoarsely. “Oh, yes."

  He began moving with quick, relentless thrusts, sinking deep within her quivering walls with every luscious movement. She matched the wild rhythm of her hips to his and he was soon tethering on the brink of another fiery orgasm. "Oh, shit, Angie, this is good,” he rasped.

  She shuddered and clung to him. She ground her crotch up against his, her fingers digging into his buns as she shattered under him. "Oh, God, Troy! It's extra good. Double shit!"

  Epilogue

  "You look so happy."

  "I am happy, mom."

  "Oh, I knew you'd find another winner. Look at him, he's perfect and he and your father like each other."

  Angie, making a conscious effort not to hold her aching back, looked away from her mother, who sat next to her on the sofa in her and Troy's newly decorated living room. Beyond the glass doors, on the patio, Troy and her father, both wearing the twin white chef's hats she'd bought them, were engaged in one of their shared favorite pastimes: barbecuing. As usual, they were engaged in a good-natured argument over whether or not the chicken was too done or just right.

  As she stood there watching them, a bemused smile on her face, Troy paused and looked around. Their gazes met and he grinned at her, then mouthed the words, I love you, Angie Hunter.

  Angie Hunter. Even after eight months, it had a nice ring to it. Her smile turned into a wide, foolish grin. Right back at you, she mouthed and turned to her mother. "He is perfect, isn't he?"

  Her mother touched her stomach with a gentle hand. "And how are you?"

  Angie looked down at her stomach. At six months pregnant, her stomach was already enormous. Her smile wavered. "I'm all right. Just feeling tired, big, and very, very fat."

  Her mother gave her an understanding smile and a gentle hug. "You know you are very, very beautiful, darling."

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. "You think so?"

  "I know so. And apparently so does, Troy. Look at him, he can't keep his eyes off you."

  She followed her mother's gaze and saw that Troy was indeed looking at her again. "He probably can't believe how big I've become," she said morosely. The further along in her pregnancy she got, the less attractive and the more in need of reassurance she felt.

  Her mother laughed and gave her yet another hug. "That's the look of a man very much in love, darling." Her mother's smile took on a wicked glint. "And in lust. Are you two still…?" She paused and arched a brow at Angie.

  Angie, blushing, stared at her mother in surprise. "Mom!"

  "No need to look so shocked," she said, still grinning. "A man that good looking must surely have a…robust sexual appetite."

  Actually, his sexual appetite was beyond robust. It was huge. And much to Angie's delight, marriage hadn't decreased it one iota. Her mother was still looking at her, clearly waiting for an answer. "It's…he…we're compatible," she hedged.

  "Ah." Arlene Harding nodded. "You have a robust appetite too."

  "Well…ah…you could say that," she deadpanned and they both laughed.

  Ten minutes later, Troy's parents arrived, and the six of them had a long, laughter-filled meal on the patio. Much later when both their parents had left, Troy insisted Angie go to bed.

  She frowned. "After I clean up. You shopped, and cooked, it's only fair that I clean up."

  He turned her towards the door leading to the hallway and tapped her on her behind. "I am perfectly capable of cleaning up. Now off to bed with you."

  She cast him a quick smile over her shoulder. "My, aren't we the domesticated one?" she teased.

  "Yes we are and we are loving every minute of it," he grinned.

  Yeah, she decided. He did love it and so did she.

  A few minutes later after she’d showered, she slid into a short nightgown and climbed into bed. Laying there and staring at her huge stomach, she smiled when Troy joined her half an hour later.

  "That was quick," she said.

  He smiled back as he padded across the room. He leaned down and kissed her gently. "Hey. I'm a man. I can help earn the bacon, shop for it, cook it, clean up after it, and still lust after my beautiful, adorable wife."

  She feigned a fierce frown. "Beautiful and adorable? You been hitting the cherry lemon-aid again?"

  Laughing, he sat on the side of the bed. He placed his hand on her bulging stomach. "How are you feeling?"

  "Fat," she said immediately.

  "You, Angie Hunter, are incredibly beautiful." He moved his hands down to the hem of her gown and lifted it. He pushed it gently above her waist and leaned down to plant a warm kiss against her pussy.

  A tingle danced along her nerve endings and desire stirred in her. Sucking in a deep breath, she leaned back against the bed and parted her legs slightly.

  He lifted his head and looked at her, his eyes dark with love and desire. "Are you feeling up to this?" he murmured.

  Her heart thumped. Even after so many months of marriage, the thought of making love with Troy still set her heart thumping wildly. She wanted him, but most of the time she felt too tired for intercourse, even lying on her side with him behind her. "Definitely.” Her eyebrows shot up teasingly. “My pussy is feeling so neglected."

  "Really?" He rose suddenly and stripped off his clothes. When he joined her on the bed, he grabbed several pillows and eased them under her hips. "Let me help you out there, sweetheart."

  "Troy? I'm not up to pleasing you," she protested weakly.

  He parted her thighs and lay on the bed on his stomach. "Don't worry about me. I'll be pleased if you are."

  Before she could protest, he bent his head and tenderly began kissing and licking her pussy lips and her clit. When he gently inserted a finger into her cunt, she gasped softly and gave up her thoughts of protesting. Several long moments later, her orgasm washed over her. She shuddered and moaned out his name as she came.

  He continued to kiss and stroke her for several moments after her climax. Only after she quieted down, did he rise and turn out the lights. Then he lay behind her, his lips pressed against her neck, his arms around her. "I love you," he whispered softly.

  She smiled sleepily and pressed back against him. "I love you too, big boy," she murmured. She rubbed her butt against his semi-hard cock. "Give me a few minutes and my lips will say thanks and hello to that big, sweet boy nestled against my behind."

  He eased his crotch away from her rear end and kissed her neck lightly. "Don't worry about me.
Just go to sleep, sweetheart. I know how much making love zaps your strength. I'm fine."

  "Troy, you're not fine," she protested. "You have needs too."

  "Yes, I do, and chief among them is the need to know you're happy, safe, and satisfied."

  She turned in his arms. "I'm having the baby of the man I love more than anything in the world, who just happens to be my husband. And I am so happy that I feel silly…giddy with it." She rubbed her cheek against his chest. "Thank you, my sweet, sweet, Troy."

  "For what?"

  "For loving me and making me so happy."

  He tipped up her chin and pressed a warm, sweet kiss against her lips. "You remember that country song, Long Line of Love?"

  "Hmm."

  "Well, we Hunter men don't love and leave the women we love and marry. I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you and our baby will always feel loved, safe, and happy."

  "Oh, Troy, I feel that and so much more with you. And I want you to feel the same way." She reached down and cupped his cock in her hands.

  "I do. Never doubt that I do." He eased her hands away from his cock. "Tomorrow, when you're rested, and if you're feeling up to it, we can resume where we left off."

  "But what about you and tonight?"

  "I'm fine. Now go to sleep, love."

  "I love you so much," she whispered.

  With his arms around her, she drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that she was deeply loved and that their baby would be born to parents who would surround her with the love they shared.

  Angie smiled. The cruise to nowhere had taken her everywhere.

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