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I move my body to grab a condom, and she stops me. I look over at her, trying to figure out what’s going on.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want anything between us anymore. I’m on the pill, and I want us to have this together.”

We haven’t gone unprotected since that night in my truck, and I won’t lie and say I haven’t been fantasizing about it since. The idea of going in bare right now has my dick pulsing with need.

I bite down on my lower lip and grab my cock to give myself a few strokes, looking down at this goddess I can call mine.

“Fuck, River, you’re so hot. I swear I could get off just looking at your muscles flexing in front of me,” she says, and I continue my strokes to emphasize the muscles moving as I do.

“Maybe you should show me what you’d do if I weren’t here,” I tease.

The moment she takes me up on my offer, moving her hand down toward her pussy, I’m instantly regretting it. I don’t want to blow my load before I even get inside her. If she starts moaning as a result of those strokes her fingers are making along her clit, I may combust.

I bend down and pull her into another blinding kiss and start moving my dick through her wet folds and plunge right into her without any warning.

She pulls her lips away and moves her head back, pushing her chest into my face. I pinch her nipples and kiss down her sternum and then back up again.

I pound into her at a punishing pace, hoping to make this last long enough to get her to climax yet again. To feel her walls pulsing around me, feel her tighten as I push her further into the abyss of ecstasy, only makes me want to move faster.

Soon, her legs begin to shake, and I know she’s there. I move my thumb to touch that sensitive bud, and she detonates beneath me. That spurs me on to chase my own high, and I feel that tightness from the base of my spine move up. My climax takes over, and I’m shooting into her, feeling like I’ve laid claim to this woman.

A smile crosses over her face, and she drops soft kisses along my neck and jaw. I pull out of her and rush to the restroom to clean up and bring a washcloth for her.

She’s still smiling when I reach her again, and I decide to clean her up myself.

“That was incredible, River. I like it better without anything between us,” she says, and I couldn’t agree more.

“Only a lifetime to go of that, baby,” I tell her and drop a kiss on her left breast.

“Getting a bit cocky, aren’t we, Mr. Nichols? I mean, you haven’t even asked for forever,” she says, following me with her green eyes as I return to the restroom to leave everything there.

“Oh, you think I won’t?” She’s made this comment before, and I don’t know if it comes from a place of concern that I won’t commit or if she has to keep reminding herself that she wants that.

“Well, you keep making all these grand plans. I just think now that we’ve taken this step to live together, it’s best I let you know I don’t take this lightly. Marriage is something I’m thinking about often, even though before you, I didn’t really put much thought into it.” She shrugs her shoulders as she makes her way through to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit more.

I follow her, then turn her so her back is to the counter and cage her in with my hands beside her. “Well, Kennedy, don’t you worry. Message received.”

I move myself to get down on one knee, and that causes Kennedy’s breath to hitch.

“What are you doing?” she nearly screams.

“Oh, me? I’m just grabbing that earring you dropped and couldn’t find earlier.” I hand her the little stud she had lost last night.

“You fucking dick!” She smacks my shoulder, and I can’t help the laugh that comes out as a result. This is going to be fun, but one day, I will get down on my knee, formally ask her to be mine, and will marry the fuck out of this girl. This attraction between us may have come out of nowhere, but now all I see is everything when I look into her eyes.

CHAPTER 34

Kennedy

“So, is he a good sleeper?”I can’t stop staring at little Jacob Caldon while River holds Annabelle.

“Let’s just say he calls the shots. If he wants to be pissed, his sister falls in line with him,” Ashton says from the kitchen while prepping their bottles.

“He’s getting better, and in no time, they’ll be sleeping through the night. Until then, I just need one of these,” Sam holds up her coffee mug like it’s a trophy, “and I should be set.”

It’s been two months since the twins were born, and they are growing by the day. They got out of the NICU a month ago and have been adjusting well to their life at home. I swear they’ve grown by at least a pound since two days ago when I came to visit.

“Well, I can see that Anna loves her Uncle River, don’t you, sweet girl?” he coos, and she squirms in his arms, still completely asleep with her arm sticking out of her blanket.

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