Page 17 of Broad Shoulders

His eyes darken a little. “You can kiss me anytime you want, Alana.”

And so I do. I step closer and press my lips to his, soft and slow at first. His arms wrap around me, strong and sure, as he moves us until my back meets the railing. Our kiss deepens, his mouth hungry against mine, awakening a rush of heated desire that I’ve been suppressing for too long.

When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. I look up at him, taking in his flushed face and the intensity in his gaze.

“Take me inside,” I whisper.

The words are barely out of my lips before he scoops me up into his arms. I laugh, delighted as he carries me into the house. He takes me straight to his bedroom, where he drops me onto the big, plush bed I’ve glimpsed countless times but never had the pleasure of lying in myself. Then he’s moving over me, eclipsing my body with his, swallowing back a groan as I reach between us and smooth a hand over the hard bulge in his pants.

He murmurs my name, saying it like he’s saying it for the first time. I fumble with his zipper, feeling an achy heat between my thighs as I pull out his cock. God, it’s a gorgeous thing to behold. I stroke him a few times, marveling at how hard and thick he is.A pearly bead of pre-cum leaks out of the tip and I smooth my fingers over it, slicking it over his shaft.

Jackson groans and pushes his hips forward. His need is etched all over his face, his tortured expression telling me just how bad it’s been for him these past weeks. For the first time, I allow myself to imagine him jerking off by himself, desperate for release. Or maybe he didn’t even allow himself that. Is it possible? Has he not felt pleasure like this since we were last together?

My panties are too soaked to let my thoughts continue. I let go of his cock and push my hips up, desperate to feel him against me. We both moan at the heated friction, pressing harder and grinding against each other.

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “Jesus, you’re going to make me come all over you.”

I reach to pull my top off. He takes over, practically tearing it off. Within seconds, all of our clothes are crumpled on the floor. I wrap my hands around Jackson’s face, pulling him into a heated kiss as he settles between my thighs again. When he pushes his cock into me, I feel a rush of emotion that almost makes me cry out.

I take a deep breath, savoring the sensation of him sinking deeper and deeper into me.

“I love you, Jackson,” I breathe.

His cock pulses inside me. “I love you, too.”

He says those words as if he’s already said them to me a hundred times. And, in a way, I suppose he has. Every little—and large—thing he’s done since coming back to Hawaii has been a quiet declaration of love.

I smooth my hands over his broad shoulders, dazzled by how strong he is—not just physically, but in every way. He’s such a good man. Such a patient, kind, protective, good man.

I’m so goddamn lucky to be able to call him mine.

Jackson gives me a deep thrust, earning a gasp from my throat. And then again. And again. I’m almost dizzy with pleasure as he plunges into me, stuffing me full.

I sob at the loss when he pulls out. But it’s only so he can lift me up and push me up against his headboard, my tits kissing the cool wood. Then he’s sliding into me from behind, the heat of his massive body pressed up against my back as he fucks me the way he knows I love it. A couple dozen thrusts and I’m coming, feverishly crying out with pleasure.

I’m still coming when I feel the warm rush of his release inside me. It feels so good, so fulfilling, that it doesn’t register what we’ve just done for another several seconds.

Then, all at once, it does. A surge of overlapping thoughts spin through my head:He just came inside me. But I can’t get pregnant if I’m still breastfeeding, can I? Oh, God. Maybe I can.

Maybe I want it.

I ease off his cock and turn around, my breathing audible as I meet his eyes. Jackson is breathing hard too, his eyes focused on me.

We look at each other, quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Jackson’s eyes trail down to my pussy, to the cum dripping out of me, and then meets my gaze again. We movetoward each other at the same time, me sliding into his lap as he pulls me into him. He’s already hard again, throbbing against me, wanting to fill my womb. And when he pushes into me, it feels more right than anything else in this world.

7

EPILOGUE — JACKSON

15 YEARS LATER

“Dad?”

I twist the wrench one more time, finally stopping the persistent drip that’s been plaguing this sink for days.

“In the downstairs bathroom,” I call out, wiping sweat from my brow.

I slide out from under the sink just as Kai appears in the doorway. At fifteen, he’s grown incredibly tall, all long limbs and wide shoulders that haven’t quite filled out yet. His hair is still wet from the ocean, board shorts dripping onto the tile floor.

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