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“Gonna come,” I rumble back to her, and she looks up into my eyes with a nod.

The headboard thumps against the wall, my sac slaps against her behind, and then I’m groaning as I reach my peak, making her breathless as I thrust her through it.

I keep her wrapped tight in my forearms, my broad chest heavy on hers as our heartbeats pound, and then she’s stroking up my pecs as I kiss her neck, my quad muscles flexing as I slowly withdraw.

I exhale roughly and toss the condom, before cupping her jaw in my palm and kissing her slow. She brushes a soft curl from her face as she clutches my body against hers, and I kiss my way down her throat until I’m rubbing my stubble over her breasts.

I slide my tan palms around her waist, caressing her gently.

And then I’m hovering over her again, breathing hard as I watch her.

“I can go again,” I rumble simply, gauging her expression to see if she wants the same thing.

And from the way that she tries to hide that gorgeous smile, tugging my mouth back to hers in less than a second…

I chuckle quietly and she giggles breathlessly as I roll us over.

Yeah, no doubt about it. We both want the same thing.

Chapter 35

Sunday

At the sound of a truck heading up the driveway, Harper lifts her head from the sofa, tipping the baby pink sleep-mask from over her eyes.

And when she sees that it’s her fiancé Mitch putting his vehicle into park after a long week of joinery, she drops the sleep-mask onto the cushion beside her and flashes me a naughty smile.

I can’t help but laugh with her as I watch her manoeuvre herself upright, her golden hands holding her little bump that shows she’s around five months along.

I set my laptop onto the bespoke coffee table in the centre of Mitch and Harper’s warm-tone living room, the webpage for one of my favourite local décor companies on the screen, showing one of the signs that I want to purchase for Casey’s bar.

“Do you want me to help you up?” I start to ask her, but she immediately shoots up her palm, panting, “No, no, I’ve got this.”

“Okay,” I say gently, respecting her independence, but I still watch her without blinking to make sure that she’s steady on her feet.

Her baby-bump isn’t huge yet, but Harper’s been sleepy all day so she’s a little delicate.

When she finally stands upright, she wipes her brow with her wrist, smiling nervously.

“I’m gonna go get that,” she tells me, a cute blush spreading up her cheeks as she glances toward the front door, and then she’s shuffling carefully through the dining room and fluffing up her pretty blonde blow-out as she makes her way to the foyer.

And just as her fiancé steps down from his truck, Harper’s pulling open the front door, resting her cheek against the wood and smiling up at him.

He all but jogs up the porch steps, his large palms around Harper’s bump in less than five seconds, and then he’s dipping down to give her a gentle kiss, walking her backwards into the house.

“Hey, baby,” he rumbles quietly, his voice so deep that it actually makes me blush.

And then he glances over Harper’s shoulder, sees me curled up on his sofa, and comes to a stop. After a moment he recomposes and gives me a nod, which makes me fight back a little smile because I know that Mitch is typically pretty stoic. But we’ve technically known each other forever and, even back in high school, he was always polite with me.

Even if Mitchell Coleson isn’t the most talkative guy in Phoenix Falls, I know for a fact that he’s a total gentleman.

“Hey,” he calls over, his gruff voice surprisingly gentle, like he’s making an effort to be nice with me because he knows what’s going on between me and his brother.

“Hey,” I reply softly, getting to my feet and padding over to them.

Mitch tugs his jacket down his biceps and tosses it over one of the dining room chairbacks, before pulling Harper back into his arms and holding her belly as they walk toward me.

I gesture to my laptop on the coffee table and say, “I can head now that you’re home – Harper was just helping me pick some furnishings for Casey’s bar.”