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  “I have a feeling my cock is never going to go down again.” I giggle and kiss him. When he pulls back he looks at me with a serious look on his face, I begin to worry.

  “I’m never letting you go.” My eyes fill with tears.

  “Good thing, cause I wasn't ever planning on leaving.”

  He walks us to his room where he makes love to me three more times before I collapse on his chest, about to pass out. He runs his hands up my bare back and sighs in contentment.

  “I’m going to love you forever, Shaye.”

  “I hope so because I’m going to love you always,” I say kissing his chest.

  Chapter Four

  Clay

  Last night was the best night of my life, hands down. Shaye is everything I’ve ever wanted and then some. We drift off but suddenly she sits straight up.

  “Shit. I forgot about Snooky,” she says frantically.

  “You can watch the Jersey Shore here, baby.”

  “Oh, God. I do love that show, that’s where I got the name, but I am talking about my dog. I’ve never left him alone overnight before. I am being the worst fur-mommy right now.”

  “It’s alright. We’ll go get him. I’m sure Bob will be okay with it.”

  “Bob?”

  “My sister’s cat. She’s around here somewhere,” I say getting out bed.

  “Bob is a girl?”

  “Says the girl who named her dog after a fist-pumper in a short dress,” I say laughing.

  “Hey, it was the best telenovela from two thousand nine to two thousand twelve. Just try to deny it.”

  “Alright, you win,” I say putting my hands up in surrender. I move to my dresser and pull on a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt.

  “Where’s my dress?” she asks getting out of bed, crawling around on the floor. Her naked ass wiggles in the air and I groan.

  “You best get up, or we’ll never leave this room. Let’s get Snooky and then come back to bed.”

  “You say that like it’s a bed thing.”

  “A bed thing?” I question, holding in my laughter.

  “Freudian slip,” she says shrugging.

  “Right. Let’s go.”

  She tells me her address, and I plug it into the GPS. She only

  lives five minutes from me. I pull into her driveway. She pops the passenger door open.

  “I’ll be right back,” she says.

  “Pack a bag. You don’t live here anymore.” I know that I am being high-handed but, fuck I am already obsessed with her.

  “Excuse me? This is where I work.”

  “I see that Shaye’s Daisies.”

  “So, I live upstairs,” she says.

  “No, you live with me now,” I say.

  “Oh. Is this your way of asking me to move in with you after one night?” she asks, looking confused. When I don’t say anything, she continues. “I’m not saying no, I just want to clarify.”

  “Hell yes. I realize how fucking crazy this is, but I don’t care.”

  She leans over and kisses me.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll come up with you,” I say getting out the car. I follow up the stairs to her apartment. I can hear her dog scratching at the door.

  “He sounds big,” I say.

  “He is, but he’s a big teddy bear,’ she says pushing the door open.

  Snooky is a gorgeous dog. While she packs a bag for herself, I make myself useful getting the dog’s things ready. Twenty minutes later, we are back home. Bob and Snooky get along great. I take my girl back to bed, where I love her for the rest of the night.

  Three weeks later, Shaye is completely moved into my house and it’s like she’s always been there. While I was at work today, I went to a local jewelry store on my lunch break and bought her an engagement ring. When five o’clock rolls around, I am out of the office like it's on fire. When I get home, she is already there and something smells amazing.

  “I’m home, Shaye,” I call out.

  “In the kitchen,” she shouts back. Walking into the kitchen, I see that it’s a disaster area.

  “What happened in here?” I ask.

  “I’m making dinner. I am not very good at the cleaning up part.”

  “I see that,” I say. It looks like every single pot and pan that I own is in the sink as well as the six sitting on each burner on the stovetop. “I’ll clean up,” I say taking my jacket off and rolling my sleeves up. “What are we having?”

  “Parmesan crusted salmon, loaded mashed potatoes, asparagus, and salad,” she says.

  “Sounds like a feast,” I say as I fill the sink with hot, soapy water.

  “It should be. I got the recipe from my mom. I’ve never actually made the fish before, but the potatoes are my specialty.”

  “I am sure it will be amazing,” I say getting to work tackling the dishes.

  “This is kind of domestic,” she muses.

  “It is, isn't it? What’s the occasion?” I ask.

  “I was tired of going out,” she responds. I am too if I’m honest. Each night that we’ve been together we’ve either gone out, brought takeout home or eaten at one of our parents houses.

  “Also, I have some big news. I’m pretty nervous about it actually. We haven’t talked about it much, but I’m bursting to tell you,” she says excitedly. I finish up the dishes and turn to her. The look on her face portrays her excitement.

  “Tell me.”

  “I’m pregnant.”

  “Can you tell that soon?” I blurt out. That’s not exactly what I wanted to say. Her face falls and I feel like a giant bag of dicks. “That’s not what I meant baby. I’m sorry. I am so fucking happy,” I say.

  “Are you sure? We didn’t exactly talk about it, except in like a sexy way,” she says blushing. I chuckle.

  “I am positive. You’ve made me the happiest man in the world. I love you.” She looks up at me.

  “I love you, too.” I was going to do something special for a proposal, but this is better. The perfect moment.

  “I love you,” I say again. She smiles and kisses me softly. “Be my wife?” I ask pulling the ring box from my pocket.

  “No shit?” she says before slapping her hand over mouth. I laugh again.

  “No shit. Marry me.”

  “Yes. Of course. Fucking yes,” she says jumping up into my arms. I support her by gripping her ass. I kiss her face.

  Thank God, she said yes, because I don’t know what I would have done.

  “When did you do this?” she asks looking down at the diamond her finger after I’ve set her back down on her feet.

  “At lunch today, though I have been thinking about it since the day we met.”

  “It’s perfect. You have good taste, Mr. Dickerson.”

  “So do you, Mrs. Dickerson.”

  “Mrs. Dickerson? God, I love the sound of that.”

  So do I.

  I never thought that a dating app would find me the love of my life, but I’ll be forever grateful that it did.

  Epilogue

  Shaye

  Ten Years Later

  I sit on the back porch breastfeeding Grace, our sixth child, watching Clayton and our other five children play on the playground. They have already had dinner and since it was still light out, I decided they should come out and waste some of the energy before bed.

  Clay had specially built for them. It's in the shape of a boat with swings on one side and the inside is basically a tree house. They spend most of the summer trying to camp out here. We can barely get them in the house. I am not going to complain though after all that, the house tends to stay cleaner when they are outside. Unless I am cooking then the kitchen is a complete wreck. Luckily, Clay just kisses my cheek and cleans up after me as I go.

  My life is better than I could have ever imagined. How can your dreams turn out even better than you thought they would be? Grace sighs and I know she is done. I put my boob back in my shirt then put her on my shoulder, lightly
patting her back.

  “How are my girls doing?” I look up to see Clay walking towards us.

  “Hey baby. We are good. How was work?” I ask as he leans down and kisses me.

  “It was good. I actually have some big news that I want to talk to you about”

  “You are going to retire aren't you?” I have known that he hates being away from us and he is ready to be retired. I have just been waiting for him to decide what he want to do. His eyebrows shoot up.

  “How the hell do you always know what I want to talk about?”

  “Because I am your other half, my love. Not to mention I have super mommy powers that make me know everything,” I say laughing. He grabs Grace from me then sits down next to me I turn to the side and drape my legs over his.

  “You truly are amazing, baby. I don't know how you do it all. You run this house, take care of our kids, and still run the shop. You amaze me more and more every day.” I blush. He’s so right for me. He always knows just what to say.

  “I love you, husband.”

  “And I love you, wife. How about you go take a bath and I can take care of the kids.” I grin.

  “Hell yeah. You know I love our new bathtub,” I say getting up. He got us a huge tub that could easily fit four people. It even has jets! He redid our master bathroom for Mother's Day last year and it’s now one of my favorite places in the house. I lean over and kiss him soundly.

  I make my way to the bathroom and get the tub going. While it is filling up, I toss a bath bomb in it. Then I turn on four of my fake candles, the ones that use the batteries. I fucking love them. I don't have to worry about tipping one over in the bathtub and burning the shit out of myself.

  Once the bath is full, I turn off the light and get in. Sighing in content, I soaking up the hot water. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know I am in Clay’s arms and he is taking me to bed.

  “You are one tired mama, love.” I snuggle into his chest.

  “Where are the kids?” I mumble he kisses the top of my head.

  “They are all asleep since you had already fed them dinner, I just gave them all a fast shower and now they are all piled up on the living room floor, in the fort that they built. And Grace is in her crib.”

  I wrap my arms around his shoulders and kiss him.

  “You are the best daddy ever.”

  “Thank you baby. I am still trying to figure out how they conned me into letting them all sleep in the living room,” he says perplexed.

  “They are turds and know if they give you their best puppy dog eyes that you can’t say no to them.” He chuckles and puts me on the bed.

  “I can’t even argue with that they all have me wrapped around their fingers,” he says going to the closet and getting me a pair of underwear and bringing me one of his shirts. I put both of them on while laughing. I get under the covers.

  “Hurry up and come snuggle me.” I tell him as he starts taking off his clothes.

  “Okay, I will be right back.” He goes into the bathroom and takes a fast shower, himself. When he is dressed, he climbs into bed behind me. Then pulls me close. His hard cock digging into my ass.

  “Always so hard for me.’ I tease pushing my ass against him he groans and his hand goes to my hip, squeezing it.

  “He is always ready for your sweet pussy baby.”

  “Fuck me until I pass out,” I demand, pushing his sweats down. He drapes my leg over his hip and yanks my panties to the side. He slams into me from behind,

  “Fuck, your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”

  He pounds into me over and over until I come screaming his name. He isn't far behind me. He kisses my shoulder and pulls out of me. We both groan at the loss. He rights my panties, and caresses my ass.

  “Thank you. But I don’t think I’ve passed out,” I say laughing before giving him a quick kiss.

  “I fucking love you Shaye. So much. You are my always.” He laughs with me before wrapping his arm around my waist. I snuggle closer to him.

  “I love you too, Clay. You are my forever.”

  We are forever and always.

  I fall asleep in his arms with a smile on my face knowing that there is no way I could have ever asked for a better life.

  Acknowledgments

  Thank you to my husband, Seth. You have always been my # 1 fan. Thank you for supporting my dreams.

  MK Moore, my partner in crime. Thank you for pushing me out of my comfort zone. Thank you for dealing with my crazy ass when I am on a deadline. Thank you for being a kick-ass best friend. I love your face .6 times…

  And to my readers. Thank you for sticking with me this far!

  -KL

  About the Author

  KL is a twenty-five-year-old doing what she loves. She’s making her dreams come true one book at a time. She is the wife of a chef and the mother of an amazing son. She is a full-time author who does a little housework on the side. She can be found perusing social media when she should be writing. If you like Hot AF Alphas and Sassy Heroines with seamy yumminess and sweet Happily Ever After’s than her books are right up your alley.

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