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My lips don’t part from hers while I murmur the words, still begging her to let me stay. “Never.”

I pick her up, my arms under her butt, her left leg around my waist. I move us up the stairs, reaching a hand out to the rail to steady us, so I don’t trip and fall on top of her. She kicks the door shut after we get inside and slowly slides down my body. We make our way inside, shedding our wet clothes, struggling like hell when my jeans stick to every single inch of skin on my legs. Desperately, she shoves me to the floor, laughing and yanking at them from the ankles. When I stand, she drops them dramatically onto the floor and bites her bottom lip. I shake my head and smile then continue to walk with her while tugging off her clothes, leaving a trail to herbedroom.

Standing before me in just her bra and panties, me in my black boxer briefs, both of us breathing heavy and still wet from the rain, I look at her and drop to my knees, kissing all over her stomach. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, but this time it’s not to Christine. She pulls on the band securing my hair, letting it fall, and threads her fingers through thestrands.

I close my eyes and rest my forehead against her stomach, my hands wrapped around her waist. “I’m so sorry, baby girl. I’ll never leave you. You or your mommy. You’re everything to me. To the boys. We’ll always be here foryou.”

A sob erupts from Christine, and I lean back to look ather.

Her smile widens as a tear slides down her cheek, getting caught on herlip.

I stand slowly, kissing her stomach one more time, and take her hand that’s now covering her mouth. I thread my fingers through hers and lead her to the bed, but she spins around, shoving me so I land on the mattress on myback.

She climbs over me, kissing over my stomach, my chest, myneck.

I groan, welcoming the feeling of her lips on myskin.

“I missed you. Missed this.” My hands make a trail up the back of her thighs, to the dip in her back and down, sliding between the material of her panties and her ass. I squeeze lightly and she bites myneck.

“Missed you, too,honey.”

She rolls her hips and I push up to meet her, causing us both to moan. We’re still in our underwear, providing a barrier between us. A barrier that is both annoying and necessary so this isn’t over before itstarts.

“I want you.” Her voice is husky, breath hot on my skin. “If you ever leave me horny and pregnant again, I’ll take your balls and shove them down yourthroat.”

I laugh.Hard.

“So really, you just want mybody?”

“Duh,” she says with a smile in hervoice.

She kisses over my chest, my shoulders, teasing me by kissing me over my boxers before making her way back up to my face, mouth, everywhere she canreach.

After she's had her fun, it's my turn. Loving how she feels sitting on top of me, I run my hands over her stomach, swelling with the baby we made together. Then I trail a path up her arms, over her chest, and cup the back of her neck, bringing her closer so I can kiss her. I can't get enough of her, and I'm pretty sure I'll never be able to. Her legs are straddling me, her hot center over right where I want her most. Five minutes ago, I would have had sex with her right on the front lawn, but now that I'm here with her? I want to take my time. We haven't been together for two weeks. She leans down, kissing me on my neck, pressing my hands into the mattress. She loves when I give her control, and I love giving it toher.

I nudge her, wanting her mouth and roll us over, settling between her legs. I have to stop from embarrassing myself by dry humping her like a damnteenager.

I stare down at her, the mother of my unborn baby, the woman who stood up for my son like he was her own, and held both my sons when they felt the weight of their mother leaving them. She became a part of our world so seamlessly, effortlessly… it was as if she’d been there the entiretime.

“I love you so fucking much. You’re mine forever, baby. You know this,yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You love me,too.”

“I do.” She smilesbrightly.

“Words,baby.”

Sighing heavily like it’s a burden. “I loveyou.”

“Iknow.”

She bursts out laughing. “You’re such a cockyass.”

I press deeply into her, her back and neck arches as she turns her head to the side and groans my name. The best sound in theworld.

“Did you saycocky?”

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