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I look at him as he adores this child. And I decide to throw out all my preconceived notions against having kids. I want to see that look in my future husband’s eyes. I want to share that love for our child with him. And there is no two ways about it: I am head over heels in love with Caleb. I’m just not sure if his feelings for me will ever be genuine, or if it will always be about his da’s ulterior motive. That’s the part that scares me. I see it in his eyes that he loves that child unconditionally. But will he ever feel that sort of love for me? Will he ever whole heartedly feel that same love for me?

We spend the rest of the day with Gretchen and Peg, and as we each take turns reading Peg a bedtime story, I watch Gretchen’s wheels turning behind those dark eyes. As we leave the bairn to sleep, we sit at the table to play some cards, and she just blurts. “I’d like to give it a try.”

Caleb looks at her. “Give what a try?”

“Moving to the states.” She says, as if testing the words on her tongue.

“Are you sure?” I ask carefully, sensing her trepidation.

“I think it’s what’s best for Peg. I owe it to her to see that smile on her face. As long as you two promise to visit a lot.”

“Oh, I’ll be by every day, Gretchen.” Caleb says with conviction. “If I can see that bairn daily, I’m not passing that up.”

His words make me smile. I am so in love with him. And it’s so weird how I’m sure now that I see him with Peg. Never thought a thing like that would seal the deal but it does all the same. “I’ll be there, too.” I add.

We get back to his place and it’s all I can do to restrain myself. I am dying for him. It’s so difficult to hide. Just his passing glances as we drive to his mansion are enough to make my panties damp. I’ve never known myself to be this responsive to anyone before. It feels like it’s been a year since we last touched. It also feels like forever getting there, and then he pulls into traffic on the highway and I want to die. “Isn’t there a quicker way?” I ask him.

“We can take the back roads, but it may take longer.”

I give him a look.

He looks at my lips and I think he gets the message. “Your wish is my command, lass.”

We skip the formalities as he weaves through traffic and gets on a road that leads to a park area and an abandoned lot. He pulls up to a grassy spot and parks. We undo our belts, listening to the thick traffic ahead of us, behind the trees, that we would have been sitting in if we hadn’t taken this detour. Crossing my leg over, I straddle him, as he pushes his seat right back.

Lips on his, tongues entangled, I groan as I feel his hands slide up my dress, pulling my panties to the side, as I quickly undo his pants, freeing his instantly hard cock. His hands guide me onto him as he enters me, and I move fast, voracious for him. I’m starved for him, losing control fast, as he skates his hands up to my breasts, rubbing them, pushing the bra cups up and pinching them deliciously between his fingers.

“Easy, baby.” He breathes between kisses, in an effort to calm me. But as he says this in such a sultry voice, while his cock pounds into me the way I’m craving to be fucked, I come so fast, I cry out against his lips. The car shakes as he fucks me harder, thrusting faster, making our skin slap together.

My orgasm is so strong I tremble as I grasp his hair between my fingers, while he continues with his passionate assault, fucking me harder, faster, bringing me to a second orgasm fast. I lift his shirt, desperate to make him come, licking and sucking his nipples, while he slams into me fast. I recognize the soft grunt and lift off him, being careful to slide my wetness up and down his shaft as he comes, spurting his seed on his own belly, writhing at my touch, fulfilling my need to please him. The inherent rubbing on my clit with his throbbing cock helps me squeeze out a third orgasm, so we finish coming together, both spent.

We’re both breathless. The windows are completely fogged over when he says. “You. You are a fucking goddess, Laney.”

I smile, wanting so badly to tell him that I love him. But this isn’t the time or the place, and I’m certain that he doesn’t love me. At least I’m certain that he doesn’t love me the way that I love him.

So I just smile, kiss him on the mouth, and hope to God that some day soon I’ll get my chance to tell him the truth.

…and in the days to come, we’re both going to need to hear those words as our salvation.

Chapter 12

Caleb

When she looked at me with the bairn, I could see it in her eyes. Love. Don’t know how I know that’s what it is, as it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it in a woman’s eyes for me, but I saw it. She loves Peg, too, and that hits home. After all the back and forth about da and his directive to marry us, I have to be so careful with Laney. This could be a disaster if it isn’t handled properly. She doesn’t want to get married or to have bairns, but I can tell her I love her, right? As long as I pick my moment. And after we fucked in the car wasn’t it. It could have been. But it wasn’t.

The way this woman looks at me, I want to see that look in her eyes all the time. That adoration. That warmth. I love it. I love her. And it kills me that I can’t tell her right away on account of all the bullshit with da. After we fuck in the car, it seems like the edge is off, so we hop back into the traffic and head to my place. We decide to stay at my place since it’s closer to Gretchen and Peg’s. My house is very large and overdone, but it’s an investment, same as my place in Florida and in North Carolina. I also have a few places in Brazil, Italy and France, but they’re all investment properties, with people living in them, but I do kick them out once in a while to travel, however seldom.

“You have the softest hair.” Laney comments as we lay on the couch, in front of the fire, cuddling.

“Me? Yours is like bloody silk ribbons, Bonnie. I want to crawl inside and live there.”

She looks at me, recognizing that I just called her ‘Bonnie’, which is what we Scots use for ‘beautiful’. I kiss her on the mouth and rub my forehead on hers. “Let’s go to bed, lass. I’m beat.”

She rises without a word and we walk up the spiral staircase that overlooks miles of land through picture windows lining the stairs, to the second floor. I walk into my closet and remove my clothes and when I walk out, she’s standing there waiting. The questioning glance on my face is answered by her pulling her dress over her head, with that same wanton look on her face that I saw earlier, in the car.

I’m naked, by the way, as I stand in front of her, locking eyes with her, as she proceeds to peel her bra and panties off, stepping out of them. I swallow, taking in her beauty, feeling my cock harden before her. Her gaze goes to it and she kneels down in front of me, grasping the hilt, and stuffing it inside her mouth.

“Holy fuck, Laney.” I grunt softly in the silence. The last time a woman took me in her mouth, we were both so fucking drunk, all I remember is coming and passing out next to her. This, this is memorable. The woman I love on her knees, pleasuring me in the best way to pleasure a man. I can feel my ass cheeks clench as she sucks the tip expertly, while artfully pumping the shaft, making me feel my balls fill up to the head.

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