Page 82 of Forever Theirs

My gaze flicked between her dark eyes, finding open curiosity, not caution. I licked my lips and cleared my throat. “I’m asking if, in the future—not now, but someday—you would want a family. Do you see yourself having kids with someone like me? You mentioned wanting someone who wouldn’t hold you back and would let you live your life, and I—we—could be that for you.” Her jaw went slack as she stared up at me. “I’ve mentioned that I want a family, and I was wondering if you did, too, with the right people.”

Tense silence stretched between us. Worry swelled in my chest, making it hard to breathe under the pressure, until she spoke, silencing my anxious thoughts.

“Not right now while I’m figuring out life, but I want a family with someone who wouldn’t try to cage me into the mother role and nothing else. I know you and Miles wouldn’t do that to me. You’ve proven that over and over in just the past few days. I’ve never been against having kids, just the idea of that being my entire identity, giving up everything else to only be a mother.” She rolled her eyes. “You can guess why that’s a fear of mine after everything I’ve shared about my own mother.”

My smile grew wide, and a dull ache bloomed in my cheeks. “Really? You’re open to kids one day?”

She nodded, her own lips splitting into a grin.

“When I have my life more figured out, yeah. Like I said, it’s never been about not wanting a family. I’ve just never met someone, or two someones, who I could see myself doing it with. But then you and Miles barreled into my life, and…” Her smile turned soft. “The idea of making a family with you two sounds just about perfect, now that I think about it.”

A cheerful hum vibrated in my throat. Heart racing with the flood of excitement and desire her words created, I dipped my hand lower, fingers slipping beneath the top of her panties. “Hearing you say that is such a damn turn-on. The idea of you pregnant with my kid, or Miles’s.” My cock twitched against her backside. “I’m hard as fuck imagining your round belly and knowing we did that.” Lifting my hips, I ground against her. Her startled gasp turned into a guttural moan, making me harden even more. “How about we practice now?”

Aspen tracked my every move as I shifted to kneel in front of her. Hands on top of her bent knees, I gazed down at her flushed face, waiting for her answer.

“Practice,” she said breathlessly. “Practice to get me pregnant?”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Yes. Letting me sink between your creamy thighs, fucking you so hard and coming inside you, then staying there, my dick stuffing you full, not allowing a single drop to escape.” With my free hand, I adjusted my dick so hopefully it wouldn’t have a zipper impression later. “And then do it again and again, pumping your pussy full of our cum.”

Brushing a single finger along her inner thigh, I pushed her panties aside to cup her shaved mound and slid a finger between her drenched slit. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaked.” I held up the single glistening digit for her to see before slipping it between my lips. Her delicious flavor exploded on my tongue, making me groan as I sucked off every drop. “It seems like the thought turns you on too.”

“Of you and Miles,” she breathed. “Always. Of the pregnancy thing…” Her shoulders shook with a shiver that I knew had nothing to do with the temperature. “Never thought it would turn me on, but I want that, yes.” Keeping her gaze locked on me, she dropped her knees to the sides, pulling open the blanket and giving me an amazing view of the apex of her thighs.

My lips curled at the sliver of cloth keeping me from seeing all of her. Reaching out with both hands, I gripped the sides of the flimsy material and yanked. It stretched out, digging into her skin, her soft hiss barely reaching my ears, before the fabric snapped and fell to either side of her hips.

Eyes locked on her perfect pink pussy, I licked my lips, ready to devour her whole. The tiny taste from earlier only fanned the need burning inside me to have her flavor imprinted on my tongue. My gaze traveled up her stomach to her heaving chest.

“Take it off,” I growled, hitching my chin at the damn sports bra that kept me from seeing all of her beautiful body. Reaching down to the knife secured to my belt, I pulled it free and aimed the sharp tip between her heaving breasts. “Or I’ll cut it off.”

Her brows flicked up her forehead, a wild look flashing in her dark gaze. “Do it.”

“With pleasure,” I hummed. Careful not to nick her creamy skin, I ran the sharp edge along the tight fabric until the last few threads snapped free. The material slid along her tits and dropped to the side. “Much better,” I praised while pinching a peaked nipple between two fingers and giving it a hard tug.

Her lips parted, the gasp music to my ears.

“Now, back to the meal I was looking forward to.”

After securing the knife back in the leather sheath, I dropped to my stomach between her thighs. Using both thumbs, I spread her apart and leaned forward to lick her from hole to clit, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves until her hips lifted off the ground.

“Stay still, sweetheart. The bit of pain I have in store for you is punishment for making us worry today.” I glanced up at her flushed face. “Don’t ever do that again, you hear me? I know you’re capable, and I love that you’re independent, but you’re not alone in this anymore, Aspen. I don’t think I could go through another day like today, worrying if my life was over just when the best chapter so far started.”

She opened her mouth, but I didn’t wait to hear her response. Instead, I sucked her between my lips once again, though this time, I grazed my teeth along the swollen flesh. Aspen cursed and shifted, attempting to wiggle away from the too-intense feeling. Gripping her hips, I held her down, keeping her in place as I sucked and nipped at her clit while licking up the sweet liquid from her entrance. Within minutes, her cries turned hysterical, switching between begging me to stop and pleading for more.

Right where I wanted her.

Absolutely desperate for me.

Without stopping the torture, I worked the buckle of my belt open and then quickly undid my pants, shoving one side down my hips before doing the same with the other. A cry of protest made me smirk as I sat back on the heels of my boots.

Aspen’s wide eyes followed my movements as I ripped the sweatshirt over my head, the small shed too fucking hot now to keep it on while I fucked her full of my cum. My fingers wrapped around my cock, tightening until the knuckles went white.

“You ready for me to fill you up, sweetheart? For me to fuck you so deep that you’ll feel every pulse of me exploding in your tight little cunt?”

She whimpered and nodded.

I hummed my approval while scanning down her flushed body, beyond happy that our time together not only made her so fucking desperate for me but warmed her up in the process. I crooked a finger, beckoning her to me.

A dark chuckle that would rival Miles’s vibrated in my chest as she scrambled to sit up and then kneeled in front of me. Her gaze was locked on my leaking cock, but I shook my head, gripping her chin when she attempted to lick off the stream of precum.

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