Heart of the Hunter (112 page)

Forrester

T
IME HAS A WAY OF
passing fast when you’re happy. That’s how it passed for Elle and Forrester after the wedding. She moved into the mansion and got to know Lacey, Grant and Grady better. She helped Lacey with her baby while she prepared for her own. Faith was never far away, and the brothers became like actual brothers to her. In so many ways, the Brotherhood became the family she’d always dreamed of. They all looked out for each other, they had each other’s backs, they protected one another.

That made her feel safe. Even just knowing what Jackson had done to Los Lobos made her feel safe.

And she was happy. She was happy and grateful for so many things. For the way Forrester made love to her first thing in the morning. He still blindfolded her before she woke up, and right through the pregnancy he became more and more attracted to her. He was insatiable. He was everything she’d ever dreamed of in a husband, and he took such good care of her she could scarcely believe her life was real. It was like a dream.

He was perfect. Or at least, she thought he was perfect. She thought he couldn’t get any better.

And then he became a father, and everything just multiplied.

There is no easy way to explain how a little baby girl could make a man like Forrester feel. Elle jokingly referred to him as her baby daddy. She’d called him the most eligible baby daddy in the world to everyone, and she knew he liked it. But it was deeper than that. Three days after the baby was born, Forrester got a new tattoo. It was of two sparrows holding a banner, and on the banner was Elle’s name and the baby’s name.

Forrester spent every spare moment he had either with Elle or the baby. During the first week, Elle was pretty exhausted from the labor and she would take frequent naps with the baby in her arms. Without fail, when she woke up, she would find Forrester on the bed next to her, the baby tucked into a little nook between his forearm and his bicep, sleeping peacefully. It was a strange sight, the perfect, unmarked baby sleeping in an arm so tattooed and scarred. It made Elle’s heart want to cry out in happiness.

Forrester told her every day that he loved her.

“I love you, and I love this baby,” he said to her one night, soon after the birth.

“And we love you,” Elle said.

She was sitting on their bed with the baby in her arms. She was wearing a silk nightdress. Forrester was brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. It always made Elle smile that he put on aftershave to go to bed. He’d said it was to impress her, even in her sleep. It was a nice, peaceful scene of domestic tranquility.

Forrester cleared his throat.

“I don’t just mean I love you,” he said. “I mean more than that.”

Elle nodded. She knew that. She knew that so little could be expressed in words when the heart was full of as much love as they shared.

Forrester sat down next to her. She admired his naked body, the toned muscle, the tattoos. Even now that she was married to him, she still couldn’t help being impressed by his body.

“You know what happened to me as a kid,” Forrester said.

“Of course,” she said.

“It scarred me.”

“I know,” Elle said.

“I thought it was for life, Elle. I thought I’d never be able to get over it. I thought for sure I’d never be able to have a child of my own.”

She looked into his eyes and knew that she’d never loved anyone as much as she loved him at that moment.

“But you changed all that for me, Elle. You healed me.”

“Love healed you, Forrester.”

“You’re my love,” he said, and he kissed her so tenderly, so passionately, that his cock throbbed with love and desire. “You turned me into a man, a real man. You made me a father. You saved my life, Elle.

Elle placed the baby in the crib next to the bed. Then she slipped out of her night dress, revealing her naked body to the man she loved so much she felt as if her heart might explode.

He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts and nipples. Then he pushed her down and climbed on top of her.

“Come into me,” she said.

“Should I use protection?”

She shook her head. “I made you a daddy once, and I’ll do it again,” she said.

He slid into her, and when he orgasmed, they locked eyes. She was with the man she loved. He was coming inside her. They were in love. She was the mother of his baby, and would be again.

That was true love. That was what she’d always wanted. Forrester wasn’t just her husband, he was her soulmate.

She shut her eyes and thought about all the books she’d ever read. They’d always told her love could conquer everything. They’d said if she put her trust in love, great things would happen in her life. They’d said if she trusted God, He would take care of her.

She felt the pleasure well up inside her and burst like a wave crashing on the rocky Californian coastline.

Heaven was a place on earth. It was a place in her heart.

Heaven was being with the man she loved, and giving him the love he needed to heal his wounded soul.

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