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  The townhouse was over a hundred years old and had been on the verge of being condemned when I bought it. I restored as much as possible and gutted the rest. One of the features that remained was a laundry shoot on each floor. On this level, it was located in the master bedroom’s walk-in. I dropped Imogene’s garments into the shoot, then stripped and did the same with mine. I hesitated when I reached for the waistband of my boxers. Generally, I slept naked and didn’t plan on changing that just because Imogene was in my bed. However, I also didn’t want to overwhelm her too much when she woke up beside me our first morning together. So, I kept them on and made a quick trip to the bathroom before crawling into bed. I tugged the soft blue, down comforter up and over us. Imogene sighed and immediately rolled towards me, plastering her body against mine.

  She felt so fucking good. I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled deeply, scenting cinnamon and sugar again. This was what I’d been waiting for. This was what my future held. She didn’t realize it yet, but when she fell asleep on me, she had chosen to be mine.

  Chapter 5

  Thatcher

  My eyes opened, and I stared through the relative darkness in my room. There was a storm raging outside, and it hid the morning sun. There was just enough light for me to see that I was either deeply immersed in another dream, or life had finally taken the turn I’d been working towards.

  For the first time in my life, I wasn’t alone when I woke in the morning. The most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on was curled up in my embrace. I was spooning her small body, and her sweet little ass was wreaking havoc on my morning wood.

  Imogene sighed and wiggled back a little farther into me, making me grunt and mutter, “fuck.” Every muscle in her body tensed; she even stopped breathing.

  I dipped my head and nibbled on her ear, grinning when she blew out a breath and shivered. “Good morning,” I murmured.

  “Um, Thatcher?”

  “Hmmm, hearing my name in your raspy morning voice is sexy as hell, baby.” I kissed her neck, and my tongue darted out to taste her skin. A groan escaped my lips at the subtle flavor of cinnamon and sugar. I was convinced she was going to taste that sweet everywhere.

  I gently tugged on her ear lobe with my teeth, then let it go as I scooted a few inches away so I could roll her onto her back. Her whiskey orbs were staring up at me with confusion, but there was also a spark of desire.

  Quickly, I shifted so I was hovering over her, blanketing her entire body. I pushed her hair away from her neck, and my lips found purchase on the soft skin there. “You taste so fucking delectable,” I muttered before sucking lightly.

  “I—uh—thought you were mad,” she stammered, even as she tilted her head to give me better access. “I figured you were taking me to get a restraining order or something.”

  I chuckled and raised my head to look her in the eye. “No, sugar. Pretty much the exact opposite.”

  “What?” she asked breathily, though she watched me warily.

  “Now that I know about your obsession with me”—she blushed furiously and tried to break our eye contact. It was adorable, but I grasped her chin to keep our gazes locked—“I’m going to keep you as close as possible.”

  “I don’t understand. You’re keeping me prisoner? I swear, I’m not a fanatical stalker or anything. You just have such a beautiful face, the artist in me couldn’t help capturing it on paper. You don’t have to—” She stopped rambling when I threw my head back and belly laughed. Damn, she was fucking cute.

  “As appealing as the idea is, I’m not going to keep you prisoner, Imogene.”

  “But you said—” I cut her off by placing my index finger over her pink lips.

  “You have no idea what obsessed truly looks like, sugar,” I told her seriously. “I knew you were mine the moment I saw you for the first time. And, I’ve been preparing for you ever since. I wanted everything to be perfect so you would come willingly and never want to leave my side.” I shook my head ruefully and grimaced. “If I had known you were sleeping on the streets, I would have said fuck it and brought you home sooner.” I was going to be kicking my own ass over that for a long time.

  “I didn’t think you’d ever noticed me,” Imogene responded with wide eyes, still confused but also curious. And perhaps it was wishful thinking on my part, but it looked like there was hope lurking in her amber depths.

  “I more than noticed you, sugar. I claimed you.”

  Her mouth dropped open and while I was tempted to take the opportunity to kiss her again, I knew once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Let me show you,” I whispered. Half-heartedly, I left the warmth of her body and climbed from the bed.

  Imogene paled when she saw my almost naked body. Her eyes devoured me with a hunger that made me swell and harden even more than I had been from lying on top of her.

  My big cock tented my boxers, and the movement drew her attention. Once again, her jaw dropped, and her cheeks turned bright red. She licked her lips, and I clenched my hands into fists and grunted, “Sugar, if you don’t stop looking at me like that, I’m going to give that hungry mouth something to suck on. And, that would be a waste of my come.” I didn’t think she could blush any harder, but I’d obviously been wrong.

  “Why?” she squeaked. I wasn’t ready to explain, so I just shook my head and held out my hand.

  “Let me show you something.”

  Imogene slowly put her delicate hand in mine, and I engulfed it in my own as I helped her off the bed. She glanced down at her outfit and gasped. “Wh—where are my clothes? How did I get undressed? I’m not wearing any freaking underwear! Whose—”

  I’d had enough of the wait and stopped the stream of words by yanking her into my arms and kissing the fuck out of her. She melted into me like I knew she would, her mouth opening to give me access. Her velvety tongue slid along mine as she tentatively kissed me back. I sighed and used every ounce of my self-control to pull back.

  “Don’t worry about your old clothes. I undressed you. Hell yes, I looked my fill. But no, I didn’t give in to the desire to cop a feel. You’re wearing my shirt because I needed to know I was as close to you as possible, even if it was just my clothes,”—I turned her so that our sides were facing a tall mirror standing in the corner by the dresser. Then I angled her a little more so she could see the back. “And, I fucking love seeing you marked with my name.”

  Before she could ask any more questions, I took her hand again and led her downstairs to the kitchen. Imogene was silent, her eyes bouncing around, taking in everything around her. I sat her at the island and made her some toast—with cinnamon and sugar of course—and orange juice.

  “You’re going to need your strength,” I told her as I slid the food in front of her. She looked as though she wanted to ask more questions, but I just shook my head and lifted the bread to her mouth. “I promise to answer all of your questions soon, sugar. Eat first.”

  She narrowed her eyes suspiciously but chomped down, taking a big bite of her snack. A little moan of delight slipped from between her lips, and I had to turn away and take several deep breaths while running baseball stats in my head to keep from throwing her down on the island and taking her right then.

  When I felt a little more stable, I turned back around to see she was just finishing her toast. I scooted her untouched orange juice towards her. “Drink. The vitamins are good for you.” I didn’t know how malnourished she was from living on the streets, but I’d also read that the vitamins in orange juice were good for pregnant women.

  I was satisfied to see her drain the glass without argument. “Good girl,” I praised her softly before taking her glass and dish to the sink. Then I returned to her side and laced our fingers together. I guided her on a short tour of the house, and she continued to take it all in with awe. Every time her lips tipped up, I felt a zing of happiness that she was pleased with our home. If she didn’t like it, I would have moved in a heartbeat, but it seemed that wouldn’t be necessary.


  Finally, we ended up at the closed door across from the master bedroom. We’d seen everything else except the fourth floor, which I was saving for later.

  I positioned Imogene in front of me, her back to my front. I put one hand on her currently flat stomach and used the other to pull her hair to one side so I could kiss her neck. When she shivered, it confirmed what I’d been starting to realize; this was a sensitive spot for her. I filed that information away for future use.

  “I told you I’ve been preparing for you since the moment I saw you,” I whispered in her ear. Imogene nodded, causing her head to bump mine and making me chuckle. Keeping her snug against me, I moved my free hand to the silver handle on the door. “Not just you, sugar,” I informed her as I nudged it open. “I’ve been getting ready for our family.”

  Imogene gasped when the door swung open fully and she got her first look at the nursery. I nudged her forward but kept her locked in my embrace, so we stepped in together. “Do you like it?”

  Her eyes swept from side to side, and she sighed, “It’s gorgeous.” Her head twisted and tipped back so she could look up at me. “Our family?” she asked softly.

  I nodded and tipped my face down to brush a tender kiss across her lips. The hand on her stomach fisted the fabric, and I glided the other up her thigh and under the hem of my shirt to cup her pussy. “I’m going to put a baby in your belly as soon as I pop this sweet cherry, sugar. I intend to fill this room as many times as you’ll let me.” Her pussy was already slippery and wet but as I spoke, she soaked my fingers.

  I slid them between her drenched folds, and Imogene moaned as her eyelids drifted shut. Then I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste like cinnamon and sugar here too.”

  My dick was poking insistently into her round, little ass, leaking come from the painfully tight head. My hand returned to between her legs, and I cupped her again, dipping my middle finger in to penetrate her this time. I moved it in and out a few times, making sure to circle her sensitive bud each time. “Ohhh,” Imogene moaned. Fuck, if she made this much noise from a little finger fucking, I couldn’t wait to hear her when she was riding my dick.

  I sped up my fingers, adding another and then carefully working in a third before she began to shake uncontrollably. “Hold on to me, sugar.” Dutifully, her hands raised and wound around my neck. I kept her secure with my arm around her waist, holding her up when her legs became unsteady. Her reaction was so raw. When her eyes flew to mine, she even looked a little scared of what was happening. “Have you ever had an orgasm, Imogene?” She shook her head frantically and fuck, being the first and only man to give her that pleasure had the beast inside me roaring with approval. “I’ve got you. Trust me to take care of you and just let go.” The nervousness dissipated a little, and she swallowed hard before she visibly relaxed. On the next pass over her clit, I stopped my hand and pinched the hard nub before plunging my fingers back inside her. Imogene cried out as her orgasm washed over her. She shuddered in waves, and her pelvis shamelessly rocked into my hand. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I fucking lost it.

  Chapter 6

  Thatcher

  “I need to be inside you,” I growled as I flipped her around and lowered her to the thick, plush carpet. In the recesses of my mind, it registered that we were only a few feet from our bed, but I couldn’t manage to convince myself to wait. Besides, it seemed fitting to make our first baby in the nursery.

  I whipped the shirt over her head and kicked off my boxers before straddling her legs and looking my fill. Her body was slender, but it still curved in all the right places and something whispered to me that she was ripe and ready for me to breed her. The neatly trimmed, light-brown thatch of curls between her legs glistened, and I licked my lips, already tasting her sweetness on my tongue.

  Her eyed were riveted to my hard on, and she looked freaked out. “You’re huge,” she whispered, her voice trembling with trepidation.

  I couldn’t deny that I was well endowed, and I could understand why she was worried since she was so tiny compared to me. But I had no doubts about our compatibility. I cupped her cheek and waited until she met my gaze. “We were made for each other. We’ll fit perfectly. Trust me.” She glanced down again but then nodded.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous,” I grunted as I began to explore her with the palms of my hands. When I reached her tits, I cupped them and leaned down to lick each cherry tip. “These are perfect but fuck, sugar. Just the thought of them big and swollen with milk has me on the verge of blowing my load all over you. And, I intend to be buried deep in your womb before that happens.”

  As I licked around her nipples some more, I glanced up at her and saw her looking at me with wide, whiskey eyes. They were cloudy with passion but also churning with a variety of other emotions.

  “Don’t be scared, sugar,” I soothed as I leaned up to kiss her softly. “I know you feel this between us. Don’t fight it.” Pulling back a few inches, I stared into her face. “You want this, Imogene. Don’t you? I can see it in your eyes.” She hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a timid smile. I gently kneaded her tits as I kissed her to let her know I was pleased with her answer.

  After a few minutes, I tore my lips away and leaned over to snatch a small pillow off of the rocker; then I shoved it under her hips. I watched her steadily as I moved into place, and the tip of my cock nudged her entrance. A thought filtered through my head, and I narrowed my eyes at her. “You’re not on birth control, are you?” She shook her head, and I exhaled in relief. “I’m not pulling out, sugar,” I stated with determination. “I’m going to fill your unprotected womb so full that there will be no way in hell you don’t end up pregnant.” I pressed the head in so just the tip was bathed in her heat and groaned, “Fuck.”

  Imogene moaned and her walls spasmed, encouraging me to push in until I felt resistance. I hesitated for a moment, frustrated that I had no choice but to cause her pain. “I’m sorry, sugar.” I kissed her with all the passion inside me while I plucked and twisted her nipples until she was whimpering and squirming, trying to get more of my dick inside her. Then I grabbed her hips and plunged in, popping her cherry and burying myself to the root. “Oh, fuck!” I shouted. She was like a fucking vice as she clamped down around me. Though it strained every muscle in my body, I managed to stay still as she stretched and adjusted to my size. A few tears tracked from the corners of her eyes, and I bent to kiss them away.

  After a minute, her expression began to clear of any lingering pain, and I shifted experimentally. Imogene’s head thumped back on the carpet when she threw it back and cried out.

  “Holy crap,” she exclaimed in a loud whisper. “That was—holy crap.”

  I grinned and this time, I pulled out a few inches before gliding back in. “Yesss!” she hissed. “Don’t stop!” I repeated the motion, and she yelled as her hands delved into her hair, clutching the strands like a life line. “Please, Thatcher,” she whimpered, arching beneath me.

  Hearing my name was like lighting a match and throwing it on gasoline. I grabbed her thighs and put her legs around my waist before palming her ass and yanking her down on my cock as I surged inside her over and over. I retreated almost all the way, then slammed back in until I nudged her cervix.

  My spine started to tingle, and I clenched my ass in an effort to keep from coming as my hips bucked wildly. But Imogene’s untried pussy was so hot and tight, I was quickly losing all control.

  “Thatcher,” she moaned as she writhed beneath me.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If she kept saying my name like that, I was going to blow before I could make her come. And, I needed her to come first so her body would be soft and open, ready to take every drop of my seed.

  “Damn, baby,” I groaned. “You feel so fucking good.” I’d never imagined sex would feel this incredible, but something told me it would only have ever been like this with Imogene. It made me even happier that I’d waited for her
. The knowledge that I was breaching her virgin pussy with my own untouched cock—knowing we were each other’s first and only—it was like a drug.

  I was losing the fight to keep myself in check and decided to push the boundaries with a little dirty talk and see how she responded. “You’re doing so good, sugar,” I praised her with a grunt as I pounded even harder. “Your little pussy is so snug, I can barely get my dick out. I think you like having my giant cock in your tight hole. Oh, fuck. Yes!” Imogene’s inner walls clenched, and she cried out. She was getting noisier, and it was hot as hell. I leaned up and stared at where we were connected, watching myself disappear inside her and come out again coated in her cream. “I’m going to break you in eventually, sugar. You’ll be able to spread your legs and take me whenever and wherever I need you.”

  “Yes! Thatcher! Yes!”

  “I bet you’ll be the one begging for it once you’re bred though, won’t you?” I bowed down and licked around one of her nipples before giving it a little bite. “You have no idea how fucking hot it makes me to picture you round and swollen with our baby. Your hips lush and wide, your tits big and aching for my touch.”

  I was pushing myself over the fucking edge, so it was a damn good thing I’d worked her up too. “Tilt that pussy, sugar,” I growled. “Open wide and take me deep. I want you to milk my cock of every drop. We’re going to get you good and knocked up on the first fucking try. Fuck! Fuck! That’s it, sugar. Yes!”

  Imogene went off like a rocket, soaring high and exploding with an ear-piercing scream. I followed right behind as her pussy massaged my dick. Hot streams of come gushed from my shaft, filling her so full it oozed out. The sticky mixture of us created a slippery passage for me to slide in even deeper.