Page 57 of Crossed Up

With quick movements, I flip her so she’s on her back underneath me. “Need to see your face when you come on Daddy’s cock.”

“Oh, god!”

I growl under my breath and take her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Whose cock is inside of you right now, Lyla? Because it sure as hell isn’t god.”

“Daddy!”

My thrusts pick up speed, lightning licking up my spine the closer I get to release. “That’s fucking right. Now come for Daddy, angel. I wanna feel you clenching around me when I come.”

My words tip her over the edge, and she comes hard, screaming her release and doing exactly as I asked. She clenches around me so tight I have no choice but to follow her into oblivion.

After taking a few minutes to catch my breath, I pull out with the intention of cleaning us both up, only the sight of my cum dripping out of her swollen pink folds stops me in my tracks. Placing my hands on her legs, I spread her even further apart to admire the sight in front of me.

“Fuck,” I murmur. “I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

Lyla giggles beneath me, not doing a goddamn thing to hide herself from me. “Pretty sure what we just did is getting us both sent to Hell.”

I shrug, my eyes still locked on my own personal wet dream. “With you? I’m pretty sure even the ninth circle of Hell would feel like the best kind of Heaven.”

Dragging my fingers through our combined wetness, I push it back inside of her, biting my lip. “I know you have an IUD, but the thought of putting my baby inside of you gets me so fucking hard I can barely think straight.”

Her eyes darken with want, making something in my body light up with excitement. Leaning forward, I stroke my fingers down her cheek and grip her chin. “Do you want that, angel? You want to have my babies someday soon and give Crew some little brothers and sisters?”

Biting her plush bottom lip, she nods slowly. “But that’s crazy, right? We’ve only officially been together,” she glances at the clock on my nightstand and snorts. “An hour.”

I shrug for the second time in ten minutes. “If you’re crazy, I should be locked up for the thoughts I’ve been having about you for weeks now. Who cares if other people think we’re moving too fast? Last time I checked, our relationship decisions weren’t up for a public vote.”

Kissing her nose, I smile at her affectionately. “As long as you and Crew are happy, I’m ready for everything with you, gorgeous. And that includes telling Crew about us.”

Her eyes widen in panic, so I cup her face in my hands, doing my best to reassure her with my eyes. “It’s going to be fine, Ly. You were there at the park and know Crew wants you to be his mom. He’s going to be over the goddamn moon when we tell him.”

Some of the panic recedes with a long sigh, and her body loses some of its tension. “I just don’t want him to get hurt if we don’t work out.”

I roll my eyes at her and go in for a deep kiss, sweeping my tongue over hers and savoring everything that is Lyla. “That one’s easy. There’s not a single scenario in which we don’t end up together.”

25

LYLA

You know how some days are just awful from the start? And I don’t mean waking up on the wrong side of the bed kind of awful. I mean waking up in a puddle of your own blood with cramps sent straight from the devil himself as your phone buzzes with texts from your crazy ex-fiancé. That’s how my day is starting.

Aidan is still snoring quietly by the time I manage to shower and make it back to bed, but the stain on his sheets sends me into a tailspin. I wasn’t due to start my period for another few days, but I should have known better than to sleep naked in his bed just in case.

His startling blue eyes flutter open, and he gazes at me with a sleepy smile until he sees the fear I’m sure is written all over my face. He shoots straight up in bed and scrubs his fists over his eyes.

If I weren’t so worried about his reaction, I’d be gushing about how cute and boyish he looks when he does that.

“Angel, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m sorry. I swear I’ll get you new sheets. I wasn’t supposed to start yet and?—”

“Lyla!” he barks.

It startles me out of my rambling enough that I’m able to turn wide eyes his way.

Aidan scoots off the bed slowly and crouches in front of me on his knees before cupping my face in his big hands. “Hush, baby. Take a deep breath and tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

A hiccup is the only sound I can make at first, but after an inhale and exhale to the count of five, I’m calm enough to speak again. “I started my period early, and I got blood on the sheets. I’m so sorry, Aidan. I didn’t mean to, and wouldn’t have fallen asleep in here if I’d known I was going to start.”

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