Page 89 of Stolen Hearts

Every stroke tightened the knot of lust in her core. Every brush of his mouth over hers ignited passion as bright as the first bonfire that rekindled their relationship.

He grasped her hip, pulling her up, into him, deepening every plunge of his cock inside her slick heat. The hunger inside him exploded out of control. She’d never seen Denver like this, so out of his head with passion and need.

It spurred her to the peak, and her release struck. Her mouth opened on anOof bliss. Then Denver issued a rumble, and he was fitting his cock so deep as streamers of cum bathed her inner walls, over and over.

It was the kind of heat that healed scars. In both of them.

When their need was slaked—for now, at least—he lifted a muscled arm and glanced at his watch. He gave her a sexy, lazy smile. “Seven minutes. Gives us three to get dressed.”

He performed a pushup to stand at the side of the bed, one hand extended to her.

She took it, and he hauled her up. In a rushed flurry, they dressed again, helping each other with zippers and buttons. As he worked nimbly at his bowtie, Rhae looked in his mirror, attempting to smooth her hair.

“There’s no help for it.” His voice came from behind her. “It just looks sexier now.”

She whipped a lipstick out of her purse and reapplied it in a swift sweep. Then she caught sight of the ring on her finger.

Staring down at it, she didn’t think her heart could get any fuller than it was right this moment. She looked up into his adoring gaze. The man who had given her Navy. A home. A life.

“I love you, Denver. Always have. Always will.”

He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss between her brows. “And I love you and Navy with all of my being.”

Together, they walked out to join the wedding party. Theo was holding Navy, her full, fancy dress swallowing his arm. When the baby saw her parents, she let out a squeal that made everyone around her laugh.

She really was everybody’s baby.

And Rhae was exactly where she belonged.

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Denver stood just outside the tent, drink in hand, staring at the purple darkness creeping over the ranch. His tux jacket was unbuttoned, his bowtie abandoned in the depths of his pocket.

Next to Navy’s birth certificate.

His heart flexed. Every time he thought about Rhae’s surprise, his emotions engulfed him like a tide.

He brought the glass to his lips, the aroma of aged bourbon filling his nose and overpowering the scent of the steak that Mr. and Mrs. Carson Malone served at their wedding reception.

From across the yard, Rhae caught his eye.

His heart tumbled again. Christ, she was stunning in that dress. It hugged her body like a secret only he knew. When she lifted the champagne flute to him, beckoning him to come to her, her engagement ring flashed in the twinkling fairy lights strung across the lawn.

He started toward Rhae but only made it a few feet before Layne walked into his path, decked out like a model in her wedding finery.

“The DJ is setting up. Hope you’ve got your dancing shoes on. Carson’s making everyone dance.”

He hiked up a brow. “Carson? My brother Carson?”

“Uh-huh.” She grinned.

“The same man you just married?”

She grinned like the happiest woman on earth. “The same one.”

He gave her a flat look. “Then I guess I’m going to dance.”

She patted his arm. “See you on the dance floor, Denver.”

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