Page 80 of Under Pressure

He picked her up, positioning her just right, and slid her body down the length of his cock. Holding her between the wall and him, he bit her lip again before kissing her again deeply. She moaned as he pumped into her, fucking her with a promise. Her mouth parted as he did and betrayed the deep rush that he was giving her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he increased the rhythm, watching her wither in ecstasy. He could see the heat rushing up her neck—and he felt it too. It wasn’t hard to get off when they were together.

“Fuck, Matteo—I love you so much.” The words burst out of her mouth. “I’ve only ever wanted to be with you. Just you.”

As she said it, he groaned in a mix of pleasure and agony, his climax bursting from his cock into her. Holding her tight in his arms, he kissed her hair a thousand times, swearing that never again would they fall apart as he lowered her to the floor.

“No matter how far away I go, how long I’m gone”—he exhaled slowly into her hair—“I’ll always be with you. I’ll always come back to you.”

She gazed up at him, stood on her tiptoes and planted a loving kiss on his lips, but was interrupted.

Down the hall, the front door cracked open, breaking their attention. A tall, blonde woman who looked a little like Kendra sauntered in with a stroller, before halting dead in her tracks.

“What the fuck is this?” the woman belted out, livid.

She didn’t seem thrilled to see him at all, her gaze dripping in suspicion. Yet he didn’t return her scrutiny. He couldn’t take his focus off the stroller.

“Shit,” Kendra grumbled as she gripped his biceps. “Delta, meet my sister—Sienna.”

Protective for sinful reasons, he didn’t release her, gripping her tight like a hard-won prize.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Sienna called across the hallway.

Staying silent, he shot her an unimpressed glare. But he reminded himself to keep cool. Now was not the time to pick battles… especially not with sisters.

Sienna flashed to Kendra. “Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?”

“No—he saved me.”

“Saved you—from what exactly?”

“It’s a long story,” Kendra said, a little grin pulling at her lips at she gazed back up at Delta, who was still holding on to her tightly.

Then Delta heard it—the soft cooing sounds of a baby coming from the stroller. Kendra moved toward her scowling sister, scooping the baby out and having a brief exchange of hurried whispers. As she turned to him, he really saw for the first time for what she had become.

She’s a mommy.

He strode forward, looking down on the baby as Kendra held him up.

“This is Leo,” she explained, beaming. “It’s about time he met his daddy.”

Some strange reflex overtaking him, Delta extended his arms and took the baby, as tender as he could. As he brought the little guy against his chest, his son smiled up at him. It was the cutest smile he’d ever seen on the tiniest human.

Holy fuck—he looks like me.

“He’s…pretty rad.” Delta glanced up at Kendra.

She was crying—but not in a sad way. She was smiling as tears streamed down her face.

He teased, “Can we keep him? Please, Mommy?”

“Jesus,” Sienna groaned in the background, crossing her arms in disapproval. “Where’d you find this piece of work?”

Delta brought his son up to his face, pressing his lips to his son’s soft forehead. Damn, he smells so good. Then an inexplicable drop of clear liquid dripped down the baby’s cheek. What the fuck? Wiping it off with the blanket, Delta looked up for a leak on the ceiling. But then his gaze drifted to the mirror in the front hall, and he saw something odd. And that was when he sensed it…running down his cheek.

He was crying.

For the first time in God knew how long.

“See? You’re human after all.” Kendra nudged him with a self-satisfied grin.

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