Page 69 of Twins for the Enemy

“I’ve missed you,” she says. “It’s very annoying to miss someone.”

“I agree. We both have some things to make up for.” I indicate to the house. “Come inside. I want to show you around.”

When she takes a step forward, I take her hand. As I lead her up to the house, she stops. I turn and see her staring at the deer.

“Wow,” she says. “Are they always around?”

“I planted some clover for them. I thought you might like them around.”

Her brow furrows. “For me?”

“For you and the twins.” I tug on her hand and she continues to follow me to the house. I open the door and gesture inside. She steps in, her eyes looking over the bare bones of the structure. “You told me you wanted the kids to go to a public school. When I looked into good public schools, this was one of the best ones. The town has a low crime rate. This house has three bedrooms for you and the twins. I understand that you didn’t want me around, but I needed you and the twins to live in a house that I was sure was safe. I needed you to be happy.”

She grasps my face, kissing me deeply. All the numbness that had built up in me over the last month implodes, sending sensations through me that run deeper than an ocean.

My hand curves around under her jaw. As her mouth opens, kissing me, it pushes down my fingers enough that I feel the flutter of her pulse.

Our hands move, shedding clothes like leaves off a tree in autumn, while our legs stumble toward the other rooms. The backs of her feet and my toes hit againstthe settee against the curved bay window, which looks over wildflowers growing in the yard.

When we’re down to our underwear, we stumble onto the settee. My thumbs hook on her panties, pulling them down as her hot breath leaves faint condensation on the curve of my neck. Her hands fumble as she tries to get my briefs off, and I take the moment to relearn the map of her body.

I press kisses down the path of her clavicle, over the fullness of her breasts, down her abdomen, across the slight curve of her belly, with a slight swell from where the twins are growing. And I know there’s nothing in this world I want more. Not just her. Not just us. But them. The two miracles that held us together through our storm. I already love them more than I know how to say.

She twitches when my tongue drags down the crease of her thigh. Then I taste her.

I let my tongue slip inside. Her hips buck upward, colliding against my mouth, but I press my tongue even harder against her sweetness, the tip of my tongue brushing against her clit before plunging back inside her.

This is what tongue muscles are meant for—her fingers gripping onto my hair, her body rising like it’s possessed,and vibrations moving from her pussy to her throat.

“God, Jesus, Christ,” she gasps, voice wrecked and beautiful. She’s half-praying, half-blaspheming, and I fucking love that I’m the one who makes her lose herself like this. I’d had a plan to be romantic and take her slowly, drive her to a limit that she didn’t know she had, but I can’t stand it any longer.

I rise over her. The settee is small, my frame barely fitting on it with her between my legs, but I’m not in the mood to be cautious. Her right knee hangs over the edge, so when I push into her, I feel it jerk up against my ribs.

Motherfucker. Her walls squeeze me, wet and hot and fucking perfect, and I swear—nirvana isn’t this good. She must feel the vibrations of the sound that comes out of me as she wraps around me, pulling me so possessively that I’d swear she was jealous of anything outside of us, and I understand because Ifeel the same.

Our hips brush against each other as I press into her slowly, keeping my eyes on her. Her lips are slightly parted as she looks back at me and her brow is pushed together like she’s taken back by the moment. As I pull out, her breath seems to leave her. I could watch her forever like this, a woman taken into the flame of desire. She’s moving through the fire and becoming part of it, and I’d do that for her every moment of every day.

Her hands grip my shoulders like I’m the only thing anchoring her to the earth. My body locks over hers, forearms caging her in, and I watch her as I roll my hips into her, slow at first, grinding against that sweet spot inside her. As I thrust into her harder, her nails sink into my arm. I cup my hands around her head, the strands of her hair falling between my fingers. Her head arches backward, exposing her neck in a way that I can’t help but lean down and leave my mark on it.

Her hand presses against the window, the heat from her hand creating an outline of steam around it. From the noises she’s making, I know she’s close and I’m barely clinging to any semblance of control.

I ram so hard into her that her head and shoulders curve up against the wall and we’re slipping. It’s a reckless abandon. Her hands cling onto the cushion. Dust rises up around us and the sun is streaming through the window, causing a glow against her face.

When I come, it knocks us off the settee. I catch myself on my knee fast enough to catch her around the waist and hold her on top of me, so I don’t crush her. Her back is still arched, her hair flowing over her shoulders as her pussy convulses around me, her orgasm so strong that it pulls me into it and makes mine rise even higher.

As I try to catch my breath, her body slowly loosens. I move my hands from her waist to her hips and down her thighs. She looks so gorgeous, I’d still believe it was a dream if it hadn’t been more than my imagination was capable of.

“I’m so in love with you,” I say. Her eyes crinkle as she looks down at me.

“I know,” she says. “I guess it’s okay because I’m in love with you too.”

I kiss her, a vow to keep her safe, to keep her loved, to keep her forever.

Everybody in this building needs to be fired. Everybody with a stethoscope deserves to choke on it.

“I need someone to do their fucking job,” I say. “Why are we even here if you’re not helping her?”

“Sir, we can escort you out of this room if it’s necessary,” Dr. Carrington says. She’s a younger obstetrician, but her hair is a shade of blonde that almost makes it look white.

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