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"Harder," she demands, and I comply, picking up the pace, driving into her with more force. The bed creaks beneath us. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I dip my head to catch one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
She keens, back arching, and I feel her start to tighten around me again.
"That's it," I encourage, switching to the other breast. "Come for me again. I want to feel it."
"Aleksi—" My name breaks on her tongue. "I'm—oh God, I'm—"
She shatters, clamping down around me so hard I see stars. I fuck her through it, relentless, chasing my own release. It builds at the base of my spine, pressure coiling tighter and tighter until I can't hold it back anymore.
"Kendall—" I thrust once, twice more, and then I'm gone, spilling inside her with a guttural groan, hips jerking as I empty myself completely.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us shaking, slick with sweat. I press my forehead to hers, breathing hard.
I pull out slowly, careful, and roll onto my side next to her. She curls into me immediately, her belly pressed against my hip, her head on my chest.
"Stay," I say, even though she already said yes. "Please."
"I'm not going anywhere," she murmurs, already half-asleep.
I pull the blanket over us, press a kiss to her hair, and let the weight of her anchor me to this moment, this perfect, impossible, beautiful moment where she's mine and I'm hers and nothing else matters.
It's the first time in months that I think I might get good sleep without my nervous system trying to tell me that I forgot something, like I left the oven on or I forgot to lock my car.Because the two things I forgot are finally wrapped around me tonight, safe in my arms.
Chapter Eighteen
Aleksi
It’s been a few days since our date on the rooftop and now I’m headed to the house to pick up the keys, it’s only the second time I’ve actually seen the house. I didn’t even go inside. Vivi told me that the neighbor was thinking about selling so I drove by, made a call to Trey’s realtor, and I put an offer on it the first hour it was on the market. They accepted at full price since they had already bought a house in another state and had moved.
My only requirement was that it was stroller walking distance to Vivi and Isla’s houses in the neighborhood and that it had at least three bedrooms.
This house has five bedrooms plus an office and sits on a quiet street three blocks from Trey and Vivi's place, tucked behind a row of maples that have already started their autumn show. The gold bleeding into orange, leaves catching the late-afternoon light like they're trying to hold onto summer just a little longer. I pull up to the curb and kill the engine, letting the silence settle around me like a held breath.
A fenced backyard to play catch when he gets older, a gourmet kitchen that Kendall won’t be cooking much in, and a nursery off the primary with windows that face east so she can feel close while he’s a newborn.
The realtor's already gone—keys left under the mat, paperwork signed two days ago in a coffee shop while Kendall was at a team physical and I was pretending I wasn't about to buy a house for a woman who thinks we're keeping things simple.
I grab my phone, scroll to the group chat with Trey and Hunter.
Me:Got the keys. Heading in now.
Three dots appear immediately.
Trey:About damn time. Vivi's been pacing since lunch.
Hunter:She made him drive by twice yesterday. Just to check the lighting.
Trey:It was THREE times. And she cried at the mailbox.
Me:Why did she cry at the mailbox?
Trey:"Because it's perfect for their little family." Direct quote.
Hunter:Your girl's gonna lose it when she sees this place.
Me:She's not "my girl." Not officially.
Trey:You bought her a house, bro. That's pretty official.
