Page 113 of Adrift

Staying on his lap, I bring the phone to me and click on the link in the email that’s already open on his phone screen. My heart pounds in my chest, mimicking the scared feet of wildebeest in a stampede as I read the results.

“Probability of paternity . . . ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine-eight percent,” I mumble. My breath catches in my throat as I look up at Darian’s unreadable expression. “Darian! Ninety-nine point nine-nine-nine-eight!”

My body feels like I’m floating as chills run down my arms and legs, my eyes pricking at the corners. Darian is motionless under me, almost like he’s forgotten how to breathe. “Darian!”

As if he’s been hauled out of a dream–or a nightmare–Darian finally takes a breath, his mouth falling open. “I’m . . .” He clears his throat but not before his eyes cloud with tears and his chin quivers. “I’m his biological father?”

“Yes!” I toss the phone to the side, throwing my arms around his neck. “Yes, baby, you’re his father!”

Darian holds me, his face tucked into my neck as a sob escapes from his throat. His body shakes in my arms as he finally allows himself to let go. Weeks and months of sadness and confusion. Months of asking, “Why us? Why me?” that turned into weeks of more bitter questions like, “How could she?” He releases them all just like he releases each tear on my shoulder.

“He’s mine,” he whispers resolutely, finally. “He’s mine.”

I pull away from him, finding his red-rimmed eyes. “He’s yours.”

I wrap my arm around Arman’s tummy, pulling him to us and both Darian and I kiss him incessantly, making him giggle. When he squirms out of our hold to get back to the song Mary Poppins is singing, Darian brings my attention back to him with a squeeze on my waist.

“You’re mine, too.”

I sigh, pressing my lips to his. “I’m yours, always.”

* * *

Cappuccino eyes study my every expression, moving from the way my bottom lip is pulled under my teeth to the way my cheeks pick up a tinge of color. He moderates his every thrust, plunging into me almost sluggishly. Between the way his eyes smolder and the way his erection sheaths itself inside my heat, he creates a concoction of the most powerful aphrodisiac inside me. Him.

I widen my legs, letting him find purchase deep within my body, feeling the throb inside my core magnify. It thrums against the walls of my sex, creating a headier, more potent wetness. We’re slick from head to toe as he slides inside me after pulling almost completely out.

A groan leaves his chest but his gaze never falters. “I love you, my Rani.”

I lick my lips, arching up to meet his onslaught as my thighs start to shake. An electric charge builds under my spine, buzzing unbearably in my center. “I love you.”

He swivels his hand down my stomach, rolling the pad of his finger around my clit. “You’re stunning. Made for me.” His thunderous plunges have my eyes rolling back in my head. “I want all of you. I need all of you–”

“You have all of me,” I pant.

He continues his ministrations over my clit with his thumb, never letting up his blitz inside me before taking my nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard. So hard, I buck under him in the best of ways, mewling.

“I love all of you.” He finishes his previous thought in a mumble around me. “Fucking delicious from head to toe.”

My toes curl as his words sprinkle over me like ethereal morning mist. “Darian!”

He increases his pace. “I need you to come, baby. I need you with me. Come with me.”

His girth impales me over and over before he groans one last time. I feel his ejaculation inside me, thick and warm, hurling me into my own ecstasy. I shatter with a scream, squeezing every last drop of him into me. “God, yes! Yes!”

Darian slows his thrusts but doesn’t break our connection until he’s sure I’ve stopped pulsing around him.

Pulling out of me, he lays down next to me. We’re both trying to fill our lungs with oxygen. “Well, it’s a good thing Arman’s with my mom. Pretty sure you woke the neighbors.”

I laugh and pant at the same time, holding a hand over my chest. My heart thumps against my palm. “Yes, it is. God, you’re good at that.”

He pulls me closer so we’re face to face, lying on our side. “Feel free to say that as much as you want.”

I giggle. “I’ll think about it. Can’t stroke your ego too much.”

His lips twitch. “You could stroke something else though . . ..”

I huff. “Pretty sure that’s how I got into this position today.”

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