Page 34 of His Relentless Angel

Naturally, she pinches me right back, and I bark out a laugh before I remember I need to keep quiet. This is why we need the practice. I roll her over and pin her arms above her head so she can’t pinch me again. My humor fades when her eyes turn glassy with tears.

“I was furious and disgusted with myself for my reaction to you. For wanting you so goddamn much when I wasn’t supposed to. That letter was meant for me as much as it was for you.”

She hardly draws a breath as she processes what I’m saying. “That’s why you left? Not because you hated me for what I did?”

I kiss away the tears trickling from the corners of her eyes toward her temples. I hate how often she’s cried because of me. She might love me, but she has every reason to hate me.

Thank god she doesn’t.

“Yeah, baby. If I hadn’t left, I’d have ruined both our lives,” I whisper through a thick lump in my throat, nearly choking on the memory of the pain and destruction I caused. “At least, that’s what I thought at the time. But I was a fucking idiot because I ruined so much by leaving the way I did.”

“Now that I can agree with it,” she says after searching my eyes, judging my sincerity.

“That’s why we’ve gotta make up for lost time.”

Her eyes widen when I rock my erection against her thigh. “Seriously? Again?”

I grin. “What, you don’t want to?”

“I do. Oh my god, Isaiah,” she moans and spreads her legs.

Fucking hell, I know she has to be aching, but a huge part of me doesn’t care, as awful as that makes me. I notch my cock at her entrance, ready to sink back inside her drenched pussy, when we both snap our heads to the door at the soft knock. The door cracks open, and I’m off the bed in a split second, having forgotten to lock it since I’m not used to doing so. If one of the kids catches us like this, I’m going to be sick.

I clap a hand over my chest with relief that it’s just Autumn whispering through the crack, “For real, shut up or you’re going to wake everyone else up. No one needs to hear y’all going at it like feral cats.”

“Shit, sorry,” I whisper back, nudging the door closed.

“Y’all are as bad as James and Shayla. Fucking gross.”

I barely hold back a snicker when I firmly close the door and triple-check that the lock is engaged before I turn and am greeted by a fantasy come to life—Bailey’s knees hiked up and spread, her pussy slick with my cum. She crooks her finger at me, then arches her back and flexes her hips. A goddamn siren that is mine for the taking and claiming.

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I’m the first out of bed, falling on my ass after getting my feet twisted in the pink polka-dotted sheets pulled up over our naked bodies, when a little voice follows a knock on the door. “Aunt BeeBee? Auntie A says to ‘wake your lazy ass up’.”

“You weren’t supposed to curse!” Autumn yells from down the hall. “Butt! Say ‘butt’ or Shayla’s going to kick my ass—I mean, my butt!”

“Ass, ass, ass,” Grayson says from behind the door in a low voice, giggling as a child does when they’re being intentionally naughty.

“I heard that! Just you wait ‘til I tell your daddy, and he’s going to kick your butt too!”

“Jesus, these walls are paper thin,” Bailey says with a sleepy voice. “Remind me to have added insulation installed before we have kids.”

My jaw drops at the gorgeous creature sitting up in bed, the sheets having fallen from her chest to her hips. She leans back on her hands and waggles her brows. “Like what you see, mister?”

“You know I do.” I rip the sheet off, then press a hand in the valley between her tits to push her flat on the bed. Bailey giggles and spreads her legs wide for my larger body. “I like what I hear, too. Because I’ll tell ya, I’m ready to get out of your apartment and into a house. Get some breathing room.”

“Is that your way of saying you want some space from me?”

I look up quickly from my gaze locked on her little pink nipples, happy to see she’s grinning instead of offended or upset. I give her nipple a languid lick and watch her lips part with a moan.

“Hell no, baby, but it would be a hell of a lot easier to do just about everything without my boxes crammed in everywhere. My own office, a sewing room for you, our bedroom, and one for the first baby.”

“The first baby, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Need to have at least two. Maybe three.”

“Oh my god, Isaiah,” she moans when I lick a trail down her stomach to press a kiss to her lower belly, then further down to lick her clit.

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