Page 173 of The Coach

She shivers, her fingers gripping my back.

“Oh, fuck me baby,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Just like that.”

I take her mouth, kissing her deep as I thrust, her moans swallowed by my lips.

My hand slides up, cupping her breast, squeezing gently, feeling the soft swell of her growing body.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against her skin. “Carrying my baby.”

Her breath hitches.

I don’t even think.

I just grip her chin, force her to look at me.

“Ivy,” I rasp, my cock throbbing, my balls tightening.

She looks up at me with those big green eyes. Her voice is low.“Come inside me. Please. I want it. Give me what I want, Jackson.”

And I fuckinglose it.

I drive into her, groaning her name, holding her tight. She locks her legs around me and grabs my ass as I spill inside her, my whole body shaking, my forehead dropping against hers.

We stay like that.

Tangled.

Breathless.

Completely fucking wrecked.

I press lazy kisses along her jaw, down her neck, over her collarbone.

She sighs, soft and content, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.

My heart pounds.

I’m so screwed.

Becausethis?

It’s not just sex. It’s so much more.

It’sher.

And I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

We’re a mess by the time we make it back onto the trail, her hair wild, my shirt wrinkled as hell.

Ivy presses her forehead to my arm, laughing. “We’re so going to hell.”

I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Worth it.”

She sighs happily. “Yeah. Definitely worth it.”

We keep walking, the sun filtering through the trees, the town somewhere in the distance.

And then—just as we round a bend—there they are.

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