He nodded with tears in his eyes, overcome with emotion. “I do.”
“Now, Georgie! This is it. Push!” the doctor called.
He held his wife’s hand as the fast-forward mode switched to slow-mo.
People clambered around them as he caught a flurry of movement in his peripheral vision. He could hear the wheels of the stretcher coming. But all that was white noise—a blurry background bringing this moment with Georgie into sharp focus when the piercing cries of a baby cut through the air, and tears streamed down his cheeks.
“It’s a girl. A healthy baby girl.”
Jordan glanced down and saw two EMTs crouched beside the doctor and couldn’t even remember when they’d arrived. All he saw was his wife—his strong, beautiful, warrior of a wife.
“Can I hold her?” Georgie asked.
Dr. Beaver looked up and waved him over. “After Dad cuts the cord.”
Jordan glanced over his shoulder and found his teary-eyed father.
“Not me, son. The doc means you.”
The weight of who he would be to this tiny person sank in.
Daddy. Dad. Father.
He kissed the crown of Georgie’s head, then joined the doctor and the EMTs.
Partially wrapped in a designer country club pool towel, his daughter stared up at him with her mother’s blue-green eyes. And for the second time in a year, love at first sight struck again.
Now he was the one blowing out a nervous breath as the doctor instructed him on how to cut the umbilical cord.
And with a snip and a few quick movements by the doctor, the EMT swaddled his baby and placed her in his arms. This tiny, beautiful baby was their daughter.
Carefully, he brought the baby to Georgie.
“You’re going to be smart and sassy like your mom, aren’t you, Lizzy?” he said softly.
“Lizzy, like my Lizzy Bennet?” Georgie asked with a sweet, weary smile.
“It suits her,” he said, running his knuckle over the baby’s cheek.
“Lizzy Lorraine?” Georgie asked, glancing up at her mother.
He wrapped his arms around his wife and child. “Welcome to the world, Lizzy Lorraine, we can’t wait to watch you grow.”
“Can we get a quick weight?” an EMT asked, swooping in.
The woman took the baby and set her on Gustavo’s scale.
“Eight pounds and ten ounces.”
“Eight pounds, ten ounces,” Georgie repeated, wonder coating the words as the EMT passed the baby back to them.
He gazed down at his daughter. “With numbers like that, Lizzy Lorraine, the sky’s the limit.”
Epilogue: Part One
Georgie
“Good morning, messy bun girl,” came the voice that made Georgiana Jensen-Marks’ toes curl.
Georgie arched into the wall of hard muscle pressing against her back.
“Hey, yourself,” she said, then gasped when she reached for her husband and found him wearing…
Chaps.
Sweet dirty cowboy!
“Remember these?” he purred, sliding up her nightgown before trailing his warm hand between her thighs.
She sucked in a titillating breath and instantly grew hot and wet.
“Oh, yes! The naughty rancher’s daughter remembers. Where did you find them?”
“I was up early with the baby and found them in a box when I was looking for my jump rope.”
“I need to thank that jump rope,” she replied, then released a low moan.
He kissed the back of her neck. “I’m surprised they fit.”
She wasn’t. The man looked as good today as he did the first time she saw her Emperor of Asshattery run past her bookshop.
Georgie hummed her pleasure as her husband’s hard length rubbed against her ass. The smooth slide of the leather chaps against the back of her legs sent sparks through her body.
“Are you kidding?” she said, turning to face him.
She ran her fingers down his ripped abdomen and licked a trail to where the chaps revealed her husband’s perfect hard length.
She’d never tell him, but yeah, he definitely had the Marks Perfect Ten cock.
She wrapped her lips around him and took in every inch.
“Georgiana,” he growled as his fingers tangled in her hair.
Her body ached to have him inside of her, pumping and filling her to the hilt. But he’d gone to such lengths to brighten her morning with a chaps-wearing surprise that the naughty rancher’s daughter felt compelled to show her cowboy a little dirty girl love.
His grip tightened as deep, dirty moans emanated from her fitness god. She increased her pace, taking him faster while grazing her teeth on his velvety smooth cock, using just the right amount of bite to bring her cowboy to the edge. He bucked his hips and twisted his hand in her hair. The delicious pull on her scalp sent tingles to her most sensitive place.
She might get off just listening to her husband.
He pumped, once then twice before pulling her back. His rock-hard cock stood at attention. This man was not done yet.
Not even close.
She licked her lips. “Why’d you have me stop?”
He met her gaze as his eyes positively devoured her. “We don’t want this to end yet, do we?”
“We don’t?” she replied, playing coy.
He gave her a cocky grin, and God help her, she still couldn’t resist it.
“Doesn’t the naughty rancher’s daughter want a ride?” he said, his grin growing positively carnal.
If she were wearing panties, they would have melted off her body.
They had taken the dirty talk role-play to the next level—which took steadfast dedication and was no small accomplishment for busy parents.
She ran her hands up his powerful, leather-clad legs and inhaled her husband’s earthy, sensual scent. He gripped her waist and sat up to take her tight nipple into his mouth as the tip of his cock teased her entrance.
“I’m ready for my riding lesson,” she purred, her lips parting as Jordan licked and caressed her breasts.
“How do you want it, cowgirl?” he growled like a rough and ready ranch hand.
She rocked into him. “This naughty rancher’s daughter wants it hard and fast.”
“Jesus, Georgiana,” he bit out, thrusting his cock inside of her.
The searing connection between them hadn’t dampened. Each time his hard length entered her body, the sweet sting of him filling her completely made her bite her lip as she reveled in wanton pleasure.
He rolled his hips as she rode his cock. Arching her back, she ran her fingers through her sex hair as he gripped her ass—his strong hands guiding her up and down in heated strokes. Their bodies grew slick with sweat as she rode him, true to her word, hard and fast. The slap of skin, coupled with the sweet grind of his pelvis against her tight bundle of nerves, had this naughty cowgirl teetering on the edge of oblivion before you could shout yeehaw.
“Georgiana, you’re so damned beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky and exactly what she needed to hear to let go.
She collapsed into him. Her world shrank into one tiny ball of light before exploding into a spray of heated, frenzied energy as they met their earth-shattering orgasm. Their lips crashed together as he swallowed her lusty cries. Her greedy body writhed with his, drawing out every ounce of gratification.