Page 120 of Until It Was Real

“Two different things,” he grumbles.

He really needs to stop being right. It’s beyond annoying.

He kisses my forehead before grasping my hand and leading me to the sofa. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap until I’m straddling him.

“Children,” he prompts once I’m settled.

I wring my hands together. “I don’t want to have any.”

“Don’t want to give birth to any children or not have any?”

Leave it to Rhett to catch on to the distinction immediately. I debate stalling more, but my time is up. I have no excuses left.

“I don’t want to give birth to any children.”

“Because of your diabetes?”

I nod.

“Okay.” He immediately gives in and I wait for the catch. “We’ll adopt.” And there it is.

“Who says I want to adopt?”

He tips his head back and barks out a laugh. He laughs with such vigor, his entire body shakes. He wipes the tears from his eyes when he finally calms down.

“What’s so funny?”

“You.” He chuckles. “Thinking, I don’t know you.”

I glare at him. “You don’t know every little thing about me.”

He pinches my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “You, Dakota Bell Raider, want children. You want a family. It’s your biggest desire. The one you’re most afraid to reach for.”

“First of all, my name is Dakota Bell.”

“For now,” he mutters.

I ignore him. I have enough problems. I don’t need to add dealing with my feelings – which are frankly all over the place – about marrying him to the mix.

“Second, maybe my biggest desire is to kick you in the balls and watch you suffer.”

He smirks. “But then I couldn’t make you come with my cock.”

I feel him begin to harden beneath me and my panties dampen in response. My body is easy for this man.

“Now.” He presses his cock against my core and I nearly moan. “Are you going to admit you want a family? Or do I have to force the confession from you?”

“Force?”

“By not letting you come until you admit the truth.”

I glare at him. “Orgasm denial doesn’t sound fun.”

“Oh, Havoc, it’ll be fun. Trust me.”

I debate giving in. Sex with Rhett is out of this world. But if I give in now, I don’t know if I’ll get the courage to say the words I need to say again.

“But don’t you want children of your own?” I blurt out.

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