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That was it.

I pulled out and flipped her before she could blink, dragging her to her hands and knees with a growl. She gasped, hands bracing on the mattress, my name emblazoned on her back.

“This fucking view,” I rasped, gripping her hips. “Seeing my patch while I fill you with my come.”

She gasped, but she couldn’t seem to form words anymore.

I shoved back in one hard thrust that made her cry out and bury her face in the sheets. Bending over her, I braced one hand beside her head, the other on her belly as I pounded into her.

“So fucking deep,” I groaned in her ear. “Feel my cock claimin’ you, baby?”

“I’m yours,” she whispered as she shuddered and her walls fluttered around me.

“Fucking right. Now, you’re gonna come for me,” I growled. “While I’m buried in this tight little pussy, and then you’re gonna milk my come like you fucking need it.”

“Please,” she cried out. “Please, Reid?—”

I shoved a hand between her legs and pinched her clit. Her back bowed, and she screamed.

It was raw and perfect, her body locking up as her orgasm crashed into her. Pussy squeezing me tight, pulling me deeper, dragging me toward the edge with her.

“Oh fuck, yes, baby! Oh fuck! Fuck!”

I grabbed her hips, buried myself to the hilt, and let go.

A roar ripped from my throat as I came, hips jerking, seed spilling in her unprotected womb. I held her there, cock twitching inside her, fingers digging into her skin while I flooded her with every last drop.

When I was finally empty, I collapsed on top of her, panting like I’d just run a marathon. She trembled beneath me, boneless, flushed pink, and soaked in sweat.

I pulled out carefully, watching as my come leaked from her, thick and messy and…fuck, it was hot.

Before I passed out, I pulled her to the center of the bed with me, then gathered her close, hauling her against my chest and wrapping her in my arms like I’d never let her go.

She sighed, curling into me tighter. “I love you too, Reid.”

My name on her lips did something to me. My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.

“I love you,” I murmured against her hair, kissing her temple. “More than air. More than life.”

I ran my hand down her back, feeling the soft leather of the vest beneath my fingers. My patch, hugging her like a second skin.

And soon, my baby would be growing inside her.

Perfect.

Mine.

Always.

EPILOGUE

PEYTON

The summer heat clung to the air like a second skin, but I barely noticed it. Not when the ribbon was about to be cut on a project that had once been nothing more than an idea scrawled across the back of my college notebook. One that my husband had been determined to bring to life in only a few short months.

The brand-new children’s library gleamed in the sun, the glass and stone façade reflecting the crowd that had gathered to celebrate its opening. Local news stations had shown up, a small stage had been assembled out front, and a huge banner fluttered overhead that read Welcome to Little Horizons Children’s Library.

We hadn’t been able to stop Reid’s old crew before they brought down the original building, but we’d raised enough money—and given our expertise—to make sure this one was even better.

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