Troping Through the Snow by Alexa Riley

Colden’s fingers soon slip between my thighs. I grip his shoulders as he strums my clit and gets me off. My knees give out when the orgasm hits me, but I don’t fall because Colden is there holding me close.

“We’ll get a bigger space soon. At the moment, I kind of enjoy that you can’t get far from me,” he jokes, then it dawns on me. He’s not from Troping. His life is in the city. In fact, I know he owns a very successful company there because Missy mentioned that her fiancé and his brother owned a company together. The woman threw money around for the wedding like it was confetti.

When we’re done, Colden pulls me out of the shower and dries my hair and body for me. “I’m going to go grab my bag. I’ll be right back.”

“Bag?”

“Yeah, I packed a bag. It’s in my car.” He drops a kiss on the top of my head before he’s heading out of the bedroom, having only pulled his pants on. Oh gosh. A half-naked man leaving my house to go grab a bag from his car is going to be the talk of the town.

By the time I’m done getting dressed, Colden is back with his bag, and my phone is about to buzz off my nightstand. Yep, they’re already gossiping.

“Two people threw snowballs at me,” Colden says as he laughs and looks over his shoulder.

“You don’t look like you have snow on you.” I look over his bare chest.

“I ducked.” I snort a laugh, putting my hand over my mouth. “Others glared at me, and the sheriff is parked down the road.”

“Great, now you’re really not going to want to live in Troping.” I sigh. “I suppose a dress shop might do better in the city, but—”

“Stop,” Colden cuts me off. “We’re not going anywhere.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he reassures me. “I love you, Caroline. You want to be here, and that means I want to be here.” I melt into him. Could this man be more perfect?

“I love you too,” I say, and he kisses me like we’ve been apart for years. I have a feeling we’re going to end up at the courthouse at some point today.

“Besides, I love how protective this town seems to be over you. This is the kind of place I want to raise our kids.”

“Kids?! There’s only one baby currently in the oven.” I point to my stomach.

“Well, after this one there will be another. A girl with your eyes.” I open my mouth and then close it, unsure how to respond to that. “We’re staying. We’ll build a house or find something here. It might be fun to try and outdo the guy’s house that owns the resort.”

“That’s the sheriff’s man.”

“Even better.” He smirks.

I think Colden is going to fit into Troping better than I thought.





CHAPTER 8





EPILOGUE





COLDEN





Christmas Eve Many Years Later…





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“No,” I say as I grit my teeth and hold tightly to her hips.

“Harder, Colden.” Caroline is panting as she tries to rock her hips and take more of me. “Please.”

“No.” I shake my head and then I have to look away. The sight of her like this is too much, and I’ll lose control.

She’s been teasing me all day, and finally after we got the kids to sleep, I came in here and she was naked with that look in her eyes I know all too well. The problem is that she’s nine months pregnant and is due any second. If she’s on track with our other kids, then she’ll be right on time. I know what she’s doing, and it’s driving me insane.

“This might be the last time,” she whines and then she reaches between her legs.

I can’t look away as her fingers slide between her wet folds and she begins to rub her pretty clit.

“Goddamn it, Caroline.” I grab her wrist and then pin it to the mattress.

“That’s it,” she moans and rocks her hips.

“No.” She’s making it harder for me to hold back.

“I promise I won’t go into labor.” Her eyes find mine, and I hate denying her. “I love you, baby, fuck me harder.”

My cock swells, and she clenches around it. I’m not going to last. I try to slow down, but I’ve lost the control in this situation, and she knows it. With a groan, I slam into her, and she moans loudly. Thank god I had them install noise-canceling sheetrock when we built this house.

I’ve held back as long as I could, and now my dick has taken over. It’s a pounding rhythm as I throw my head back and revel in the feel of her. This is sweaty and raw, but damn does it feel good to fuck my wife.

Ever since the moment I got her back, it’s been like this nonstop. Which is the reason we’ve got baby number six on the way. Breeding her has always been my most favorite thing, and when she’s pregnant, somehow her pussy is even wetter. I can’t get enough, and it’s so easy to make her cum. It’s like her body is rewarding me for putting babies in her.

My cock aches as I thrust with abandon now, and when I feel her cum around it, I bottom out. With my dick as deep as it can go, I grind against her and pump the last of my cum into her sweet little cunt.

I can feel the sweat dripping down my back as I slowly pull out and lower her legs to the bed. She’s smiling, but I worry she’s too hot, so I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the bathroom with me.