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“Name it.”
Aw, yeah, she wants to sleep beside me as much as I wanna sleep beside her.
“Keep calling me baby.”
Her eyes ignite. “Consider it done. I know how much you like that.”
“I do.”
But that’s a lie. I don’t like it.
I fucking love it.
CHAPTER 25
Found Family
Wheeler
“Ho-ly shit.” I force air into my lungs, feeling flattened in the best, most thorough way by the orgasm that just rocketed through my entire being. “Baby, that was—how—did I—I think I came for an hour? Is that why it’s light out now?” I glance at the windows across from the bed, where thin gray light slants through the gap in the curtains.
Duke, who’s currently moving over and inside me with my legs hiked over his shoulders, just grins. “Wish it was an hour. You feel”—he grunts, grin fading as he pins me to the mattress with an especially hard thrust—“so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Can’t.” He wraps a hand around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just holds me there, eyes locked on mine in the semidarkness. “Won’t.”
I snake my hands to his waist and marvel at the play of muscles there. He’s rock-hard, thick, and warm, his belly covered with a smattering of that dark blond hair.
His strength—his size—they’re sexy. And kinda scary.
This is the fourth—or fifth or sixth, I’ve lost count—time we’ve had sex since we fell into bed yesterday afternoon. I’m sore, my pleasure tinged with a little more pain each time, and I never, ever want it to end.
We’ve only stopped screwing to eat, sleep, or snuggle. We made a quick supper of scrambled eggs and hash browns, and then we were back at it. You’d think we hadn’t fucked for yearsfor how insatiable we are. Duke’s alarm just went off at four, but I was already awake and ready for him.
The bed sighs, a quiet, somehow happy sound, as Duke moves between my legs. I love—love—his bed. It’s comfortable and warm, and it’s not so big that we end up sleeping several feet apart. Instead, Duke insists we spoon, using an arm around my waist to curl my body into the bulk of his own.
He hasn’t stopped touching me since the shower. He’s always got a hand on my hip, a hand on my breast, a hand between my legs.
It wasn’t lost on me that he fell asleep with his palm pressed to my belly. My throat closed in at the perfect tenderness of the moment. How safe I felt, surrounded not only by the heat of Duke’s body but also by the growing sense that he might be changing his mind too.
He could easily avoid the subject of my pregnancy. Instead, he says shit likeyou’re so pretty with my baby inside youand then keeps his hand on my stomach all night long. It makes me think he mightwantto be a dad.
He might want to be with me.
No question, Duke is going to be an awesome father. He’s also going to be awesome to the mother of his children. How could he not be? He’s been awesome to me, and I’ve been pregnant for all of a few weeks.
He’s awesome in a way my dad never was to my mom. Which makes me think…
Duke and I might actually have a shot at a happy ending.
“These”—he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth—“still feel okay?”
Panting, I nod. “They feel fine.”
“Good. That’s where I’m gonna come.”
Then he’s pulling out of me, my legs dropping from his shoulders. My body cries out at the loss of him, but then he’staking himself in his hand, giving himself a few quick pumps while his eyes tear over my body.
