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“Indeed, he did.”

Emily disappeared into the kitchen, leaving us alone. Well, that was until my mum decided to up and leave us too.

“Do you know where she’s going?” I asked, unable to take my eyes off of the kitchen door.

“To give Emily a hand. Will you relax?”

“I’d have helped her.” I was about to join them when my dad clapped his hand on my knee, stopping me immediately.

“So, Liam, your dad tells me you’re an incredible football player, and he even told me about the hat trick you scored at school yesterday!” Dad let go of my knee and clapped his hands together.

Well, once Dad started on football, Liam was well away. He chatted his ear off about his goals and team. My dad didn’t care. He was too in the moment, enjoying every second with his grandson and making up for lost time.

“Dad, Mum is fine.” Liam grinned.

Fuck, was I that obvious?

“Listen to your son,.I’m fine.” She placed the tray with tea and cupcakes on the table and settled down on the sofa next to me. I rested my hand on her knee, not giving a shit if I came across protective.

“Dad, can we play football with Grandad in the garden?” Liam asked, sipping his juice.

“Why don’t you go and set everything up and we’ll join you in a minute?” He nodded and headed towards the backdoor.

“Emily,” my mum started, which stopped me from moving. “I want to start off by saying we’re sorry.” Excuse me? Did she just say sorry?

“I don’t understand what you have to be sorry for.” Emily smiled, handling the situation with such grace.

“We’re sorry we believed a man we shouldn’t have. We knew you better than that, and should have known you’d never have a baby with him. We should have come directly to you, and I’m so sorry we didn’t.” My mum reached for Emily’s hand, which she took gently.

“There is nothing to be sorry for, Joanie. We were all lied to—me, Beckett, you two, and even Liam.” Emily was an angel, and I knew my mum was in awe just like I was. “Liam wants to know his grandparents, and you’re welcome around here anytime you like.”

“Within reason,” I joked which earned me a mega fucking eye roll from my mother. “Come on, Dad, let’s go and see Liam.”

33

Istood beneath the spray of the shower, trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened today. It was a lot to take in, but I was ready to spend the rest of my life with Beckett. I let the warmth of the water wash over my skin as I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

I didn’t need to turn around to know Beckett had joined me. He pulled my back into his naked chest. Moving my damp hair over my shoulder, he brought his lips to my ear, his voice nothing but a whisper.

“I thought you were going to wait for me?” He snaked his hands around my waist, flattening his palms across my stomach.

“You took your sweet arse time, that’s why I didn’t.” I smirked, not that he was able to see that.

“Is that so?” He spun me around, pushing my body against the wall as it collided with the tiles. His cock pressed against my stomach as his body remained flush to mine.

Dipping his head, he roughly kissed my neck as I let my head fall back, allowing him all the access he needed. His hand slid over my arse as his fingers dug into my skin the second he pulled me into his arms.

“What is it you want, Beckett?” I purred against his ear, teasing his earlobe between my teeth.

“To lose myself in that sweet fucking pussy.” He growled as he slammed his lips against mine, taking my breath away.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly.

That was all he needed. Beckett’s control snapped. He pressed me harder against the wall, his hands roaming with urgency. His lips moved down my neck, his tongue tracing the curve of my breast and teasing my nipple until I arched against him, my moans echoing the small space.

“Fuck, you taste so good,”he groaned, his mouth moving lower, his hands spreading my thighs as he knelt before me. His tongue dipped between my folds, his stubble scratching my sensitive skin as he lost himself in my pussy. His mouth devoured me with a hunger that left me trembling.

“Beckett… Oh, God, Beckett,” I cried out, my hands gripping his hair as my body tightened. My orgasm built like a storm on the horizon. He growled against my clit, his tongue relentless.His fingers slicked against my sensitive flesh, thrusting inside me as he drank me in, his mouth a haven of pleasure. “Fuck me, please,” I begged.

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