Page 76 of Wish You Would

“Holden… baby…. Oh god, right there… I’m going to come.”

Holden thrusts into me and I vibrate, coming with anintensity that I’ve never felt before. Wild shocks of pleasure wrack my body, every nerve ending exploding.

My walls clench around him. My eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. “Holden,” I cry. The sounds of sex fill the room as he flexes his hips into my center.

“Mine, Bee. Do you understand me? You are mine. I want you to say it.”

His hand fastens around the nape of my neck as he drags me closer. “Say it, Bee. Tell me that I belong to you. Tell me that I am the only man who gets to fuck this perfect pussy.”

“Yours, Holden. Only yours. You were meant for me.”

“Mine, baby,” he cries, grinding against me one final time before pouring inside of me, unravelling before my eyes.

I run my hands down his spine when he falls over me, his still-hard cock pulsing inside my walls.

“Briar.” He rolls to his back taking me with him. “I can’t squish the baby.”

Giggling, I reach for his dark hair, pushing it from his forehead, the concerned look on his face filling my chest. “Don’t worry, the baby is fine. But we made a mess of your bedsheets. I think you’re going to have to change them before you sleep.”

He lifts his brow. “Were you going to make me sleep here all by myself?”

“Don’t pout,” I coo. “I was about to get to that.”

He scoops me from the bed into his arms and carries me to the hall. “I hated sleeping without you. I don’t plan on sleeping without you ever again. You better get used to me, Bee. I’m not going anywhere.”

TWENTY

I WILL RUIN ANY MAN

Holden

A knock on my door hauls me from sleep. The light filtering in through the window tells me we must have slept in.

Briar’s back is nestled against my chest, my leg slung over her hip.

Last night I learnt that Briar is a cuddler. She fell asleep next to me, but not before nuzzling her ass into my groin and pulling my arm around her. I didn’t think I’d be able to fall asleep in that position, but it’s morning, and it appears that I slept like a baby.

I reluctantly peel myself from her warm skin, trying not to wake her. But when I shift the blinds to see who’s at my door, she stirs.

“Holden. Is someone here?”

“I’m not sure, baby, but go back to bed. I’ll take care of it.”

Tugging on a pair of athletic shorts, I pad down the hall, dragging my hands through my hair.

I glance at my watch. 10:10 a.m. It must be Birdie wanting to kick a soccer ball around. That kid is obsessed.

Another knock raps against the door. When I look out the large living room window, there’s an SUV I don’t recognize in my driveway. That’s weird. Haven Harbor is a private street. The only reason you would be here is if you live here or if you know someone who does.

I open the door to a guy I’ve never met. He’s tall, about two inches taller than my 6’1” frame. He’s wearing a polo shirt, jeans and a pair of Nike Blazers. He glances behind my right shoulder before looking at me.

“Can I help you?”

“Who are you?” he gruffly commands.

What in the fuck?

“This is my house. How about you telling me whoyouare.”

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