Page 37 of Phoenix

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then lowered my voice, teasing, “Next time? Maybe I’ll go for twins.”

“Oh good grief. I’d be huge!” she muttered.

“Gorgeous,” I corrected.

She gave a half laugh, half moan as I kissed her again, and her hands fisted in my shirt. The kiss was slow and hot and aching.

Eventually, her fingers tangled in my hair, and she tugged hard. I pulled back just enough to look into her eyes with a smirk. “You want me, baby?”

“I always want you,” she whimpered.

That was all I needed.

I helped her onto her back, being careful with her belly, then slid her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. She was already warm, soft, and wet for me. My woman always was.

I spread her thighs gently and settled between them, brushing my nose along her inner thigh before kissing her center.

She gasped and gripped the sheets as I licked her slow and deep. I worshipped her. Ate her until she was shaking, until her hips were arching off the bed and her fingers were buried in my hair.

“You’re perfect,” I rasped, dragging my tongue over her again. “Everything about you.”

When she came, she cried out my name like it was the only word she knew.

I moved up her body, kissing her belly, her breasts, her mouth, and finally slid my throbbing dick inside her with one deep, hard thrust.

“Beck!” she screamed, sending shock waves of bliss through my body.

She was tight as fuck and still trembling from the aftershocks of her first climax.

I held myself above her as I rocked into her with slow, deliberate movements—like every thrust was a promise.

I kept my eyes locked with hers so I could see her passion as it grew, and my name left her lips in a ragged whisper, begging for more.

“This is where you’re meant to be,” I murmured. “Under me. Around me. Full of me.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I kissed her again, deeper this time, until we were both breathless.

“I’m gonna give you everything,” I growled softly. “More babies. A home. A life you never dreamed of.”

She moaned, her nails biting into my back. And when she came again, she clenched around me, milking my cock so I followed with a groan so deep it felt like it was ripped from my soul.

Afterward, I wrapped myself around her, one hand splayed over her belly like a shield.

I couldn’t stop touching her.

Because she was everything—my woman, my future, my family.

The woman who owned every piece of me, and I planned to keep her close for the rest of my life.

EPILOGUE

LINDSAY

After three years of planning, I never thought this day would come. The new community center gleamed in the sunlight—all fresh paint, polished windows, and possibilities. The building was much bigger than the old one. And brighter too, but it still felt like home.

Which made sense, considering how much of my heart lived inside these walls. The rest of it was sitting in the audience, beaming big smiles at me.

I stood on the small stage in front of the new entryway, my hand resting on the curve of my very pregnant belly as I looked out over the crowd. Kids I’d watched grow up were bouncing with excitement. Volunteers, staff, and parents filled the rows of folding chairs. Off to the side, a wall of men in leather cuts stood watch, their arms crossed and sunglasses hiding expressions that were probably a little too soft for their reputations. Their wives and children were in the crowd of seated people as well.

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