With my pregnancy, we’ve had to learn some restraint. We’re unable to be as rough as we both usually like to be.
It’s lifted us to a higher frequency and brought us even closer, if that’s possible.
He rolls me over so that my back is to him, his body nestled up against mine, and he kisses me over my shoulder as he holds my face in his hand.
It’s slow and unhurried.
Magnified.
His hand slides down to my top leg, and he pulls it over his body. His fingers drags up and down the inside of my thigh until finally he touches my lips. He brushes his fingertips softly back and forth over me, teasing my entrance.
We stare at each other as we fall still. No matter how many times we do this, the moment his body goes inside of mine is always something else.
He slides his thick finger in as his face scrunches up against mine. I thought he loved my body when I was smaller.
But now he’s obsessed.
He adds another finger, and then another, his breath quivering on the intake as he slowly pumps me.
We stare at each other over my shoulder in the dimmed light.
There’s nobody here but us, this feeling of intimacy so raw and real.
He lifts my leg and slides in deep. My body ripples around him, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan.
Fuck… there’s never been a hotter sound.
He tenderly holds my stomach as he slowly pumps me, and I hold his face as we kiss.
The feeling between us is so strong.
“I fucking love you,” he whispers.
I smile against him. “I know, baby. I know.”
Sebastian
I hold April’s hand, feeling perspiration dripping down my back.
She cries out.
I can’t stand this.
I can’t watch her go through this pain.
My heart is hammering with fear.
“One more push, April,” the doctor says.
She shakes her head, petrified. “I can’t.” It’s been a long labor and she’s exhausted.
“Come, baby,” I whisper. “You can do it.” I kiss her temple. “Come on. Not long. One more.” I kiss her again. “Last one.”
She scrunches up her face and squeezes my hand so hard that I swear I feel my fingers break. She cries out, and the baby slides into the doctor’s hands.
We pant as I hold her head to mine.
“It’s a boy,” the doctor announces.
A boy.
My eyes find April’s, and she laughs. “A boy,” she whispers, her eyes wild.
I hug her tightly.
They check the baby and lay him on April’s chest, skin to skin.
He cries.
I lean down and look at his little face, all scrunched up and red. I touch his head that’s covered in black hair. He has my coloring.
Oh.
Emotion overwhelms me, and my vision clouds with tears.
“Sebastian,” April whispers. I look up at her, and she smiles softly. “Say hello to your son. Take him.”
I stare at her.
“Hold him,” she whispers.
I frown and pick him up. The nurse passes me a blanket, and I wrap him up and hold him in my arms. I’m so proud, the tears stream down my face.
My God, this is love.
“What’s his name?” the doctor asks.
Unable to see, I wipe my eyes with the back of my forearm. “Arlo,” I whisper as I stare down at the little bundle.
April smiles proudly. “Arlo Sebastian Garcia.”
I lean in and kiss my beautiful wife. She’s given me so much already, but this…
Magical.
Our new life starts today.
April
Six Years later
I’m lying on the deckchair, watching Sebastian playing at the water’s edge with his children.
The sun is just setting. It’s warm and the sea breeze is comforting.
We have three sons: Arlo, Santiago, and Javier. We thought that was it and that our family was complete, but fate had other ideas. I’m now pregnant with a little girl.
Sebastian’s so excited about getting a daughter. This little girl is already the apple of her daddy’s eye and she isn’t even born yet.
We are in the Maldives on vacation with our best friends.
Bree, Charlotte, and Willow, are all on the deckchairs beside me. They’re drinking cocktails, while I’m drinking lemonade.
It seems like since we met, one of us has always been pregnant.
The boys, Sebastian, Julian and Spence, are playing in the sea with the kids. We have quite a brood between us, with our baby girl coming, that will make thirteen. The kids are lining up, and the boys are taking turns throwing them up in the air. Laughter can be heard echoing all around us.
Life is very different at home. Sebastian is still serving as Prime Minister, it seems he is too good at his job and they are happy to keep him. We have a nanny a few days a week to help us, and I’ve opened up a new law firm in partnership with Jeremy.
And get this: Jeremy is a third-year law student. I’m so proud of him. It turns out success is the best revenge. He’s still single, but me and the girls are matchmaking like a pro for him. His grand love story is coming; I know it is.
I ran into Duke the other day, he's happily married to the most beautiful girl, they have three little girls and live in Kensington. He just retired from football and has started his own business, he seemed so happy and it made my heart sing.
Sebastian gets out of the water and wraps a towel around his waist. I watch him as he walks up the beach toward us.
He’s still the hottest man to walk the Earth.
He comes and sits on the side of my deckchair, taking my hand in his. “You okay, baby?”
I smile. “Uh-huh.”
The waiter arrives with a large tray of cocktails. “Here you are.” He places them down on the table. “Will that be cash or credit?”
Sebastian’s eyes meet mine, and I smirk. Nothing’s changed with us. We regularly play Escape Girl in his naughty room.
It’s still our favorite game.
“Cash,” Sebastian replies. His eyes twinkle with a certain something, he squeezes my hand in his. “Always cash.”
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Brielle & Julians story: Mr Masters
Mr Masters Excerpt
Prologue
Julian Masters
ALINA MASTERS
1984 – 2013
Wife and beloved mother.
In God’s hands we trust.
Grief. The Grim Reaper of life.
Stealer of joy, hope and purpose.
Some days are bearable. Other days I can hardly breathe, and I suffocate in a world of regret where good reason has no sense.
I never know when those days will hit, only that when I wake, my chest feels constricted and I need to run. I need to be anywhere but here, dealing with this life.
My life.
Our life.
Until you left.
The sound of a distant lawnmower brings me back to the present, and I glance over at the cemetery’s caretaker. He’s concentrating as he weaves between the tombstones, careful not to clip or damage one as he passes. It’s dusk, and the mist is rolling in for the night.