Page 73 of Crossed Up

Tearing myself away from the sinful temptation of my girl’s mouth is a near impossible feat right now, but somehow, I manage it long enough to exit the truck and jog to the passenger side. I make quick work of tossing her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and booking it up the stairs to our bedroom.

She winces when I toss her down onto the bed, and the heat roaring through my veins quickly turns to ice. “Angel, are you okay? It is your wrist again?”

Ever since her bastard of an ex broke her wrist, she’s been having issues with it, but she shakes her head with a mischievous grin.

“No, I’m just cramping a little bit. I’m fine.”

My brow furrows as I quickly run through my mental calendar. “But…”

Her grin widens. “Remember when I said I had an appointment yesterday right after the game, and that’s why Wren brought Crew home?”

I nod, my mind spinning with worry and worst-case scenarios.

“I had my IUD taken out.”

There’s a loud record scratch inside my head, but our room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. “You… had your IUD removed?”

Lyla bites her lip and nods, barely able to contain a grin.

“We’re going to have a baby?”

That gets a hard laugh out of her. “I mean, hopefully. But there’s the whole trying thing we have to do first.”

In the next breath, I’m tackling her to the bed as gently as possible, kissing up the side of her neck to nip at her jaw. “Guess we better try hard then. And as often as possible.”

Her responding giggles are cut through with a moan when I pull down one of the cups of her bra and flick her nipple with my tongue. Circling the tight bud, I nip and suck at it until it’s a stiff peak before repeating the process with the other one.

Kissing my way down her delectable body, I stop at her belly to rain kisses down on the soft skin, saying a silent thank you to the universe for giving me this perfect woman. “Good goddamn, angel. I can’t believe you’re gonna make me a dad again. I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our baby.”

I run a hand across her lower abdomen, my imagination running wild with images of her big and round as she grows a perfect little baby with their mama’s stunning green eyes.

My hands skate back up to her pert breast, kneading them in my callused hands. She whimpers as the rough skin scrapes along her sensitive peaks. “Aidan,” she moans quietly.

I slap four fingers down on her inner thigh, hard enough to sting. “What’s my name, angel?”

Her moans get louder. “Daddy, please!”

“You’re so pretty when you beg, my perfect, sweet girl. You need Daddy’s cock to fill you up?”

She nods frantically, her eyes wide and glassy with desire.

“Soft and slow tonight, baby. Don’t want my girl hurting any more than you already are.” With that declaration, I slide into her on one long thrust, our matching groans echoing throughout the room.

Each thrust is slow, and even as I angle myself so the head of my cock rubs directly against her front wall, hitting the perfect spot on every stroke. “You take me so well every time. Like you were made for me.”

“I was. I was always meant to be yours, Aid.”

I rest my my forehead against hers, my hips picking up pace until we’re both crying out our releases. Knowing she’s not on birth control keeps me rock hard inside of her, making me not want to leave her wet heat, so I don’t.

I roll us so we’re on our sides facing each other and tuck her long auburn hair behind her ear. She finally admitted she’d been dying it after Sebastian was arrested and stripped it back to her natural color shortly after.

She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Shiny hair spread out around her head like a halo of color, cheeks flushed pink from exertion and lust, mossy green eyes bright with happiness, and a smile on her face wide enough to rival the one she gave me when I proposed.

I run my fingers through her soft hair with a sigh. “I meant what I said this afternoon, Ly. Every day, I think I can’t possibly love you more, and every day, you prove me wrong. I love you with every bit of myself, angel. Down to my very marrow.”

Her deceptively strong fingers dig into the mop of messy hair on my head, massaging and relieving some of the soreness from the two-piece mask I wear during games. “Meeting you was never in the plan, but I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because I did. You changed my life in all the best ways, Aidan. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

My eyes dart up to meet hers, searching for any signs of hesitation. “Then let’s not wait.”

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