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“I missed this. Not only the sex, but this, our connection.”
As I studied him, I noticed some new ink below his heart. I traced the script with my fingertip.
Lucky.
“What’s this?”
“It’s us. Luc—Ky. Lucky.”
I swallowed hard. “When did you get it?”
“The first night when I got to Florida. I wanted a permanent reminder of how lucky I had been to have you.”
My heart exploded as I leaned down and kissed the script. I rocked against him as he pulled my mouth down to his.
“I love you.” My declaration rushed out as a sigh.
Luc flipped me on my back and drove into me, watching as my tits bounced.
“I wanted to hold back, baby. But it’s been too long.”
I loved watching Luc as he fucked me. The control he’d always maintained slipped. His strokes were more frantic, his pace uneven.
“Where do you want me to come?” His breath came out in harsh pants.
“Inside me.”
That did him in, two more thrusts, and he stilled, groaning loudly, collapsing on top of me, careful not to crush my stomach. He pulled out, moving to his knees, and used his finger to push his cum back inside me.
“Huh, I never thought that would happen.”
“What?” I asked, worried that maybe I was bleeding. While the doctor had assured me that sex was safe, I had been afraid I’d bleed since the moment I found out I was pregnant.
“I guess I have a breeding kink.”
He stared at me with wonder, and I couldn’t help myself; I started laughing.
“God, this is so fucking hot.”
“Okay, but I’d like to clean up. Please let me know when you’re done.”
Luc scooped me up and carried me into the bathroom, setting me on my feet and waiting for me to pee. I had forgotten about how he turned into a caretaker after sex.
After finishing on the toilet, we brushed our teeth. My toothbrush was still in the holder.
“How long do you think it will be before things like seeing my toothbrush won’t hurt anymore?”
“I don’t know, Ky. But I’m a patient man, and I’m willing to work to erase those memories.”
CHAPTER 54
LUC
Itucked Kylie in next to me and wrapped her in my arms. The raw pain in her eyes when she saw the toothbrush proved that even though we loved each other, there was still work to do to get back to where we were.
She visibly shuddered when she saw my tattoo, the one I had gotten in the depths of loneliness in my desperation to hold her close to me. When the tattoo artist had scrawled the script on my chest, I had assumed she would never see it.
“If it’s a boy, we should name him Lucky.” Kylie yawned as she spoke, her words coming out as more of a mumble.
