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  “I’ve never felt more safe than when I’m with you.”

  “So maybe my little surprise won’t seem so shocking after what you witnessed today.”

  “What little surprise?” She raises an eyebrow, but the sly smile on her lips tells me she’s excited.

  “I realized after the time we’ve spent together that I don’t want to be apart.” I make a left and in the distance is my house. “I’ve been waiting on you my whole life, Sugar.”

  “I feel the same way,” she says softly, looking down at her lap.

  “Good.” I pull in the driveway and park the car. When I go around to her side she jumps out into my arms and I hold onto her as I carry her inside. “So what’s the surprise?”

  I put her down on her feet when we go into the living room and I spin her around so she can see.

  “Hank?” She looks back over her shoulder up at me and then back to the pile of boxes in front of her.

  “It’s amazing what you can get done in a few hours with enough money.” I take her hand and lead her over to them as I pull the lid off one and show her the contents.

  “Is this all of it?” Her eyes are wide as she takes it all in.

  “Yep. The movers got everything out and brought it over. Your clothes are in our bedroom, but this stuff I thought you might want to spread around all over the house.”

  “You want me to move in with you?” Her face is unreadable as she looks around the room and I shake my head.

  “No.”

  “Okay, now I’m confused.” Her eyebrows pull together as I take her hand and pull her out onto the back patio.

  The entire backyard is filled with flowers on every single surface. The arbor is dripping in wisteria and there are butterflies all around us.

  “I don’t want you to just move in, Sugar.” I reach into my pocket and pull out the small velvet box as I get down on one knee. “I know this might feel sudden, but I’m following my heart and not a clock. I’ve never been in love before, but the day I saw you it happened.”

  “Hank,” she gasps when I open the box and reveal the ring to her.

  “You woke up my soul the day you walked into my life and I don’t want to live another day without you by my side. You’re my forever, Sugar. I love you so much. Marry me.”

  Tears fall down her cheeks as she smiles at me. “That’s not a question.”

  “I know,” I say, slipping the ring on her finger, “I’m not giving you an easy out on this. I know that loving me may take you some time—”

  “I love you,” she blurts out, interrupting me. “I know you didn’t technically ask, but my answer would have been yes.”

  “Say it again,” I say, looking into her eyes.

  “I love you, Hank. I worried that I might end up like my mother because she was constantly falling in and out of love with men. But I know if she ever felt this she would have held on to it for dear life.”

  I stand up and cup her cheek as I wipe her tears away. “Maybe she was looking for this the whole time.”

  She nods as she leans into my hand. “I can’t imagine a life without you, and I don’t want to try.”

  “You’ll never have to.”

  I pull her against me and pick her up to carry her over to the outdoor sunbed. She commented this weekend that she can’t wait for it to be warm enough for her to lie out here and tan. Today is beautiful with the first hint of summer approaching and the flowers are blooming all around us. Thoughts of her lotioning her skin while in a tiny bikini have my cock throbbing.

  “I need you,” I say against her neck as I push her dress up.

  “Take it, Hank.” She reaches down and pulls her panties over for me just as my cock springs free.

  I sink into her and the warm welcoming heat of her pussy squeezes my thick length. We both groan as once again we’re connected in every way possible and all is right in the world.

  “We’re going to have lots and lots of babies,” I say while I slowly rock in and out of her. “I want to fill this house up.”

  “Yes,” she moans, raising her hips to meet my thrusts.

  “You’re going to marry me right away. No waiting.”

  “Yes.” She nods in agreement and her pussy clenches around me.

  “That’s my girl.”

  I lean back and pull her onto my lap as my cock sinks deeper. She lies back on the sunbed. It’s the middle of the day and I’m balls deep in my woman, right where I want to be.

  My thumb glides over her clit and she cries out. I lick the pad of my thumb and then put it back to slowly rub circles around it. Her moans get louder and louder as she gets closer to her climax and I have to grit my teeth to hold myself back.

  It doesn’t take long with the perfect angle of my cock to hit that sweet spot inside her and she shouts at the pleasure. Her pussy clamps around me like a vise and I grunt while I hold myself deep.

  As I empty inside her, I place my hand on her belly and think about the baby that’s most likely already taken root. With Sugar there’s no waiting to see what happens or second guessing. With her, I’m sure about every single decision and I know that making a family with her is what I’m meant to do with my life.

  “I love you,” I say and I lean down and kiss her lips softly.

  “I love you too,” she answers, looking up at me with heavy eyes. “You know what the best part about all of this is?”

  “Well, my cock is still inside you so I’d say I’m already there.”

  She laughs as she shakes her head and pulls me down close to whisper in my ear. “Wedding cake.”

  I’ll make her a dozen if that’s what it takes to make her my bride. But no matter what, we’re both thankful she crashed a wedding in the first place.

  Epilogue

  Sugar

  One month later…

  I moan my husband’s name as he devours me from under my dress. He’s doing his best not to rip the thing, but my panties were unsalvageable. They were tossed away to God knows where, but I know I heard them rip; I don't need them.

  Thank God I have a wall to hold me up or I’d fall over at this point. He’s working me into my third orgasm in a matter of minutes. I had no idea he’d get so turned on spending one night away from me. Okay, that’s a lie. He spent part of the night away from me. He snuck in around four this morning to make love to me one last time before I became his wife. It was so soft and sweet that when I woke up I almost thought it was a dream. When I felt his release between my legs I knew it was real. It could be this dress that has him so worked up because he hasn’t taken his eyes off me since the doors opened and I walked down the aisle.

  “One more, Sugar. I have to have my sweetness,” he demands. He already had it minutes ago when he ate me to my first orgasm. He got another when he made love to me against the wall with my dress bunched up around me. Now my greedy husband wants another and I’m more than willing to give it to him. He can eat me whenever he wants. I’ll never stop him.

  I reach down, gripping his hair in a tight hold as I start to come undone. I throw my hand over my mouth to try and muffle the sounds as I come again. There are people milling about outside the room. As the orgasm rocks me, Hank keeps on licking and sucking every drop from my body. His hands grip my hips to keep me from falling over as my body completely relaxes. I don’t even have the energy to try and hold myself up any longer. Every inch of me buzzes and my eyes slowly open a few moments later as Hank kisses me.

  “I can’t go back out there now. I never want to move again,” I sigh.

  He kisses me again and this time I can taste my desire. The wedding was perfect and I was surprised how easy everything went with the short amount of time we had to plan. Not only had crashing weddings found me my husband but it also made it easy to plan my own. I’ve seen enough weddings to know what I like and what could go wrong.

  “I’m sure my wife is dying to see her cake.”

  My eyes spring open. “I forgot!” I shout, making him laugh.


  Only he could make me forget about everything. I try and push off his chest so I can go and see it, but he doesn't budge. I’m so excited about this freaking wedding cake. When we’d gone to try cakes, I hated them all. None tasted as good as the one Hank made, so he told me he made one for our wedding. I was over the moon that he was willing to spend hours on it, which is probably why he snuck into my room at four this morning. He’d likely gotten up to make the cake but stopped in to have a taste of me first.

  I had a problem choosing a cake design but I narrowed it down to five. I had this crazy obsession for us to have the perfect cake. When Hank told me to let him pick, relief filled me because I knew putting it in his hands would mean it would be what I wanted. He knows me better than I know myself and he makes everything perfect.

  “We have a moment, Sugar.” He fixes his slacks and puts his cock away before he sits down on a chair and pulls me onto his lap. “They’re still letting everyone in. We’ll go in a couple of minutes.”

  “I’m sorry, but the baby wants cake now.” I point to my stomach that shows no signs of a baby. No one knows I’m pregnant but Nikki, but I tell her everything. We found out a week ago and we’re keeping it under wraps.

  “Oh my God, we should do a gender reveal with a cake where you cut into it and whatever color the cake is inside is the sex of the baby!” I yelp. Why haven’t I thought of this sooner? Probably because I’ve been in wedding mode and only found out about the baby recently.

  “Your mom sure got it right when she named you Sugar.” He leans in, stealing another taste of me. My name annoyed me at one time, but the way Hank says it always makes it feel so special.

  “I’m only sweet for you.” I had no idea there was this kind of love out there. I get why my mom was always trying to find it. Maybe this new guy she’s with will stick.

  “How many babies are you going to give me?” Hank tucks one of my curls behind my ear.

  “As many as you want,” I respond instantly. I was an only child and I would love to have a handful of my own. I grew up with a small family, but I love Hank’s big one. There’s so many of them and they all love each other so much. They all took me in as one of their own so easily and it’s made me want one of our very own.

  “I’ll take as many as you’ll give me. Hell, I’ll build onto the house if we need to.” I love our place. It’s where he asked me to marry him and live with him, too. We started our lives there and I don’t ever see myself wanting to move.

  “Let's start with one and see how we do.” I lean in, stealing my own kiss this time.

  “Sounds like a plan,” he says in agreement. “Now give me a little more sugar so I can show you your surprise.” He kisses me again until he steals my breath and makes my heart flutter. I don’t think that will ever go away. God, I love him so much.

  He helps me stand and smooth out my dress before he makes sure my hair is perfect. “Fuck, I want to show you your surprise, but I also want to skip this wedding reception and take you home.”

  “That sounds wonderful, but after the cake.” I lean into his side and cuddle close to him. “You can feed it to me and then we’ll sneak away without anyone noticing.”

  He reaches for the door and opens it. “That’s the plan.”

  We walk out holding hands and we’re announced to our loved ones. My whole body warms when we’re called husband and wife, which is a title I never wanted before I met Hank. After we met I couldn't seem to get it fast enough, which is why the wedding was planned in a month. We both wanted this so badly and we knew it wouldn’t be long until we became a family.

  “I don’t see the cake,” I whisper to Hank, who chuckles.

  He leads us over to a huge curtain that’s the size of the wall and leans in and whispers, “It’s the surprise.” He looks to someone standing nearby with a rope and nods. “Show my wife what I’ve done for her.”

  Everyone cheers as the curtains drop and mouth falls open. Directly in front of me is a huge room filled with desserts and candy on every available surface. My eyes can’t even take it all in, there’s so much to see. It’s almost as big as the reception hall and I gasp when I see the table in the middle.

  “Is that five wedding cakes?” I’m shocked, but it all makes sense. Everything Hank does for me is over the top.

  “You couldn't pick how you wanted the cake to look, so I did them all.”

  I turn to look up at my husband and shake my head. This probably took him forever and I can’t imagine all the work that went into it.

  “You’re the sweetest man in the whole world. You know that, right?” I say as my eyes water. Of course he made them all for me. He’d do anything to make me happy without question.

  “It’s all for you, my Sugar.” He lifts me up and spins me around as everyone cheers. “I love you, wife,” he says before kissing me.

  “I love you, too, husband. Even more than cake.”

  Epilogue

  Hank

  Six years later…

  Hank Junior is running around through the sprinklers in the backyard with his friends. They’ve got water guns and a Slip-n-Slide, which means they’re all filthy and screaming. But what six-year-old boy doesn’t want to get dirty twenty-four-seven?

  Sugar did most of the decorations and got everything ordered and set up. The only problem was the goddamn cake. We put my brother Rich in charge of picking it up and I should have known better. But after he called me this morning with another disastrous story, I decided that I wasn’t going to let it ruin Hank Junior's birthday, or anything else for that matter.

  I’ve learned over the years to use my culinary skills sparingly. Every time I get in the kitchen and roll up my sleeves, it never fails that my wife gets knocked up. It’s the laws of science or something, and though I don’t mind, she said after baby number five she was done. I’d be happy to see her pregnant all the time, because I love how big and round she gets with each pregnancy. I love how her ass and tits grow and I especially love when her sweet milk comes in.

  My cock thickens in my jeans just thinking about sucking on them and watching creamy drips roll down, but I have to focus. I know if I tell her I made the cake she’ll want it too badly to not eat it, but she’ll have my cock deep inside her later on tonight and I know I’ll end up giving her a baby.

  I made the cake over at Nikki and Dean’s place this morning so Sugar wouldn’t find out. Maybe if I can keep her away from it for long enough I can distract her and she won’t have a taste. I’d love nothing more than to have another little one with her, but she put her foot down after the last delivery and I’m doing my best to abide by that decision. It’s not my fault my brother and desserts just don’t mix and that my sweet baking skills translate to her getting on her back.

  “Wow, that looks incredible. I can’t believe the grocery store made that,” Sugar says, coming up behind me and startling my train of thought.

  “Hmmm,” I say noncommittally as I try and change the subject. “Do you think we should build an addition onto the pool house?”

  “What?” She looks up from the cake to where I’m pointing.

  “I just thought it would give the kids a place to hang out with their friends when they get a bit older.”

  “Why would I want my babies farther away from me?” Her eyes narrow as she looks me up and down. I can see her wheels turning, but luckily we’re interrupted.

  “Mommy, can I pee in the grass?” our daughter Phoebe asks as she points to where the boys are standing by the bush.

  “No, honey, you have to go inside and I’m going to tell your brother to quit it while we’ve got company here.” She scans the crowd and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing as she yells at the boys to stop it. “This is all your fault.”

  “Me?” I say, pretending to be shocked.

  “Those boys are just like you.”

  “You don’t think Little Miss Phoebe is just like her mama?” I reach for her and pull her close as I squeeze her ass.

>   “Maybe.” I lean down and press my lips to hers as her hands rub down my chest. “What were you out here thinking about?”

  “When?” All thoughts of before are gone as I focus on her soft body against me.

  “I watched you from the kitchen before I came out here. You were lost in thought and then I saw you adjust this.” She presses her hips into my hard cock and I groan.

  “You know damn well what I was thinking about.”

  “Good.” She winks at me as she turns in my arms and her round ass pushes against it. “Your parents are taking the kids tonight.”

  She leans back against me and my arms wrap around her waist. “A whole night to ourselves? What could we possibly get into?”

  “I’m thinking that cake over there.”

  My hands pause and I hold my breath as I wait for her to finish.

  “You don’t think Nikki told me?” Her voice is soft like warm butter as she looks back at me over her shoulder.

  “I should have known.” I swallow hard, thinking about her naked in bed with her legs spread as she begs me to get her pregnant.

  “I’m going to cut myself a big slice and wrap it up. Then tonight when everyone's gone, you and I are going to eat it together.”

  I nod without saying a word as my cock grows bigger and bigger. I squeeze her hips and hold her against me as I lean down and whisper in her ear. “You’re going to have to stand in front of me all day now because my dick is too fucking hard.”

  “Just the way I like it.”

  “You’re lucky I love you,” I say, nipping her earlobe.

  “I love you too.”

  I spend the rest of the afternoon in agony as I try to hide my excitement for what’s ahead. It’s torture waiting on the party to end and then for my parents to leave. But she loves to tease me and I can’t say I don’t like it, especially because it always ends with my dick inside her.

  Finally that night when I got my wife alone she made good on her promise and I got her pregnant. She said that she’s definitely done after baby number six, but I keep all the ingredients for her favorite cake on hand. Just in case.