Page 63 of Breathless

“You said the alley behind Finn’s has cameras now,” he argued. “I’m trying to stick with the family tradition of public displays in my own way.”

Her laugh was so bright and happy he nearly shamed himself. This was all he wanted. Fiona happy and with him. “Wya—aaaht,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto his cock.

“God that’s good.” Nothing between them. This might be his favorite part of Fiona’s pregnancy. “You feel so good around me, Fi.”

“Yes.” She started to ride him and he held her tight, mindful of the steering wheel. “Yes, Wyatt. I love you so much.”

“Finally got you to say it,” he muttered, biting his lip as she rolled her hips in a way that made his balls tighten. “Guess I was just asking the wrong question.”

She kissed him again, and they both groaned as he started taking control.

He smacked her hip in warning. “Faster.”

When she obeyed, riding him faster, he bit her nipple through her shirt and her moans grew louder in the heat of the cab.

“Tonight,” he said against her breast. “All of us together, Fiona. You, me and Thoreau.”

Wyatt saw it in his head. This time, he wasn’t as worried. Fiona had come back to him. She loved him. She was showing him how much and he was already wishing Thoreau was a part of it. The idea had him as close to coming as Fiona’s tight warning squeeze around his shaft.

He wasn’t going to think too hard about why. Not right now.

“Come for me, Fiona. Come for me so we can get you ready to take us both.”

“Yes.” She arched her back and called his name, and Wyatt thought life couldn’t get much better than this.

But he was willing to taste test that theory.

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