Page 24 of Gentleman's Anger
“I won’t, duchess,” he says before sliding back into me.
Is it any wonder I found out I was pregnant three short weeks later? We can’t keep our hands off of each other and that’s just the way it’s supposed to be.
epilogue
LOGAN
ONE YEAR LATER
Eight weeks ago, I became a father. I look down at the sleeping baby boy in my arms. My heart so full of love. I never thought it could be this way. Never thought that I could be this way. Baby Alan, named after my father, looks exactly like me, except for his eyes. His eyes, however, are blue, just like his mother’s. He had been crying so I came in to feed him, since Patience is on location in Georgia to film the first season of her first television show. Five weeks. I know she’s depressed because she hasn’t been with Alan, but she was contractually obligated to do it. So we’ve made it work with video chats. He’s just too young to travel like that yet, but once he’s old enough, he’ll go with her as often as possible until he starts going to school. The show,Making Magic, will eventually be a romantic fantasy but for the first eight-episode season, she’s just learning how to be a witch. I read the scripts and auditioned to be her love interest in season two. I haven’t heard back yet, but I am sure it’s in the bag.The Debauched Duchesshas been doing so well, even months after it’s theatrical release. The fanbase for the movie is still going nuts over it, so I’ll ride that wave for a while. When I’m opposite Patience, it doesn’t even feel like work. It feels like life, to be honest and that definitely translates on screen.
“Is he alright?” Harry asks. While he was here for the wedding, he got a job at an investment firm, but I think that has more to do with his boss, Maggie than it does with me. He’s been staying here with us and it’s great to spending so much time with him. He and I are closest in age and shared a room growing up.
“He was just hungry. Are you just getting in?” I ask, though it’s not any of my business, he’s a twenty-four-year-old man.
“Yeah. I was at The Pinnacle,” he says as if I couldn’t tell from the way he was dressed.
“Ah.” We haven’t been to the club since Alan was born, but as soon as she comes home it’s on.
“I’m headed to bed,” he says.
“Night, bro,” I say and head off in the opposite direction from his room. We ended up buying the house next door to Patience’s parents and it’s working out well for us. They love being in Alan’s life. Both Sarah and Rita were pregnant at the same time Patience was. Apparently, once they let go of the guilt of keeping their love a secret, it finally happened for them. Alan’s uncles are slightly younger than him, but they were all born in the same month. It’s going to make for some interesting years ahead.
“Night,” Harry replies before closing his bedroom door.
I put Alan back in his crib and get into bed. Sometime later, I feel the bed dip next to me and I’m immediately enveloped in Patience’s scent.
“You’re home?” I say, my voice gruff from sleep. My voice may still be sleepy, but my cock is instantly awake. “Have you seen Alan?” I ask, knowing that she has wanted that since the moment she left.
“I did. He’s grown so much. I can’t keep missing it. He’ll be a grown ass man before I know it.”
“Nah, he’s got a ways to go,” I assure her. My fingers trace little circles over the back of her hand. She’s got goosebumps and that makes me grin into the darkness. I glance over at the clock and see that it’s not yet four in the morning. Alan was last up at three, so I haven’t been sleeping all that long, but now that she’s here, sleep is the last thing on my mind.
“Yeah, go back to sleep,” she says. I reach for her, finding her as I always do in bed. Naked and so fucking soft she makes me ache.
“Yeah, right, duchess,” I say pulling her closer to me. Five weeks without her touch or her taste was entirely too long. I’ve been in severe withdrawals, but now my drug is back in within my reach and I’m going take it.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she moans as I suck her nipple into my mouth.
“I missed you, my love.” I am straight up ravenous for her. I move down her body, my tongue guiding me in the darkness until I get to her already drenched pussy. She automatically parts her thighs for me, and I lose my mind for. Just like I always do, just like I always will. The split second my tongue hits her clit, I groan. I’ve missed her taste. Her touch. Her hands move to my hair as she grinds her pussy into my face.
“I missed you too,” she says, sighing in contentment.
“You taste so fucking good. If I’m ever on death row, this right here is my last meal,” I tell her, meaning ever fucking word of it. My obsession with her grows every single day and
“Fuck,” she hisses. “I don’t want this; I need your cock.” She pulls on my shoulders, trying to get me to move, but I don’t. Sliding a finger into her, I work her pussy until she comes on my fingers. She’s gripping me like she never wants me to let her go. As if I’d ever do that. I keep licking her until she comes back down.
Finally, I move so that my cock is poised at her entrance, sucking my fingers into my mouth. Why waste deliciousness?
“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I press into her.
“You can’t even see me,” she says on a moan.
“It doesn’t matter, duchess. I know exactly what you look like. I could be blind, and I’d still know how fucking beautiful you are. How sexy,” I tell her, lowering my head for a kiss. I push into her fully and she clutches my back.
“Move, please,” she says, and I do. I fuck in and out of her, lost in her. Only she does this me. Only she can.
It will be us forever.
