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“Here, sweet girl, let me clean you up,” I command. Astonishment mars her face. She shakes her head. “Shelby,” I warn. “I made a mess of you. The least I can do is clean you up.” I pull the covers back, gratification hitting me again seeing themess we made. I wash between her thighs which only turns me on again. I dry her off and place the towel down over the wet spot. I return the cloth to the hamper in the bathroom, then join my sweet girl in bed. “You’re sure you are, okay?” I can’t help but ask again.

“I’m good.” She buries her face in my neck, clinging to my side. I hold her close, loving how good it feels to have her next to me. I don’t want any more secrets or unspoken truths between us. I need her, all of her.

“I love you,” I confess. She jumps up so fast the cover falls from her body, baring her glorious tits. The amazement on her face unhidden. “I should have admitted it before. I love you, Shelby Brooks.” Tears fill her eyes, flowing down her cheeks. She blinks a few times.

“I love you, too.” She leans down, kissing my lips so softly. She pulls back, biting her lower lip. “I’m still trying to believe this is real.” I grin, pulling her to me.

“Oh, it’s real, sweet girl,” I remind her. “I can give you a better reminder if you need it.” I waggle my eyebrows, eliciting a giggle from her. I turn serious, coming back to the need to be completely honest with her. “I didn’t use a condom.” Her eyes flare and her throat bobs. “I didn’t not use one on purpose. I just got lost in you, but I’m not sorry.” My eyes meet hers. Her head tilts to the side trying to figure me out.

“What if I get pregnant?” she asks. I shrug my shoulders.

“Then we will be parents,” I answer casually, but the reality slams into me. I’d be a shit father.Do I really want to subject a child to that?I look at Shelby. I can picture Shelby holding our baby in her arms. Calm settles over me, pushing the panic away. I reach for her, drawing her to me chest. “It’ll be okay, sweet girl. I’m sorry if you are upset with me.”

“I’m not upset, per se.” She bites her lip like she does when she’s unsure of herself. Her gaze flits to mine again. “Inever imagined having children. I’m just not sure I’d be a good mother.” I give her a tentative smile.

“I’m not sure I’d be a good father,” I admit. “Whatever happens, we will get through it together. I’m glad you decided to stop fighting me, to stop fighting us.” Her lips form a perfect U. She is smiling so big.

“I’m glad, too.” She lays her head back on my chest. I wrap my left arm around her back. Her arm drapes across my abdomen. I grab her leg to hitch it over mine. She giggles so I swat her ass playfully. Her head comes up to glare at me. I swat her again, not enough to hurt, just to let her know I’m the boss.As if! She’s got me wrapped around her finger.

“Settle down, sweet girl,” I grumble. “I just need to have you close.” Her eyes roll dramatically, but she complies with my request, relaxing against me. We lay tangled together for a while. Her stomach growling loudly reminds me of the food I ordered for us which I left in the kitchen. I’m sure it’s grown cold by now. “I need to feed you.” I throw the covers off us. Seeing her naked body makes me consider skipping the food in the kitchen for the meal laid out before me, but my girl is hungry. I can wait to slake my hunger for her until she’s been taken care of properly.

I rise from the bed, reaching back for her. She blushes at our nakedness. I grab my t-shirt from the floor, pulling it down over her head. I pull on my jeans. Taking her hand, I lead her to the dinning room. “Have a seat. I’ll get the food.” I stroll into the kitchen, collecting the food from the counter. Grabbing some plates from the cabinet, I load up the food on both plates warm one then the other in the microwave.

I place a plate in front of Shelby. She graces me with a smile. “Thank you,” she murmurs shyly. She can hardly meet my gaze.

“Hey.” She lifts her head to focus on me. Her face a lovely shade of pink. I sit beside her, taking her hand in mine. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, sweet girl. We made love,and it was amazing. I want to do it again when you’re ready. Right now, you need to eat. Keep your strength up.” I give her a wink, increasing her blush.

“You’re incorrigible.” Shelby grins back at me. She leans over to kiss me, catching me off guard. “But I love you, anyway.”

“I love you, too. Now eat up.” I gesture toward her plate. She complies with my request and begins to eat her food.

“Mmm. This is delicious,” Shelby compliments the salmon I ordered for her. We eat while sharing by far the easiest conversation we’ve ever had. After we finish, I stand to gather our dishes. “Please, let me help,” Shelby says, taking the plates from my hands. We clean up the mess together before returning to the bedroom. To my delight, Shelby lifts my t-shirt up and over her head willingly. With a glance back over her shoulder, a sultry smile on her face, she climbs into bed lying on her back, beckoning me to join her.

I lose my jeans and join her, hovering over her, placing kisses along her neck, down to her breasts. “Bo, I need you.” My head comes up. I kiss her lips, exploring her mouth.

“I really want to, sweet girl,” I tell her. “But I’m afraid I’ll hurt you more than the first time. You must be sore.” Her face heats again, but a gleam of determination is shining in her eyes.

“I can handle it,” my sweet girl declares. “I need to feel you inside me again. Please?” It shouldn’t please me so much to hear my sweet girl begging for my cock. Yet, it does.

“So, greedy,” I chide as I proceed to kiss her senseless. “My virgin has become a siren.”

“I’m making up for lost time,” she retorts saucily. With a grin, I get busy giving my girl what she wants and what I need.

Chapter 25

Shelby

The morning sun filters in through the window next to the bed. Bo is wrapped around me like a warm blanket. His breathing still even and deep in his sleep. I’m a little surprised he’s slept in although we didn’t do much sleeping until the early morning hours. A grin crosses my face, remembering that I’m no longer a virgin and all the ways Bo had made me feel beautiful and perfect as he’d taken it, making me his.

He begins to stir behind me. His arms loosening their hold a little. I stretch. My muscles protesting the movement. Every muscle in my body is sore. Who knew having sex would affect so many of them. Bo’s hand slides down my side to grip my ass cheek, squeezing gently. His erection presses against my ass. “Mmmm,” I hum in appreciation. “Good morning.” I turn in his arms to face him.

“It is indeed a good morning, my sweet girl,” Bo murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead, my nose, before taking my mouth in a heated kiss. He drags my leg up over his to press one of his between mine, urging my hips to hump his thigh. The man is insatiable. I’m already leaking wetness onto his skin. He lifts his head, taking me in. “Are you sore?”

“Yes, but in a good way.” I drag him back to me for another kiss. We kiss and play for several minutes. He seems to enjoy touching me as much as I enjoy exploring him. His body is a work of art, all hard lines, sharp edges, but capable of intense tenderness. I trace the tattoos on his arms and upper chest. He has kissed, licked, or sucked every inch of my body. It had been surprisingly arousing to have him behind me exploring my back and ass.

“We need to stop, my sweet girl,” Bo says with regret. I pout. My bottom lip protruding dramatically. He chuckles and nips it with his teeth. “I’d love to just go ahead and fuck you, but I think I need to give you a break.” He’s probably right. My insides are aching from our nighttime activities.

I sigh unhappily. “Okay, I am a little tender.” With a last sweet kiss, he leaves our bed but holds out his hand to me.

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