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I squeezed his shaft.
I welcomed him home.
With a curse and a guttural moan, Bones came with the force of a hurricane. But he didn’t stop until I was crying out again. He wrung every last bit of pleasure from me and only then did he nearly collapse on top of me.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “We might’ve just made a baby.”
“We might have, yeah.”
He shifted and I gasped.
“Does that scare you?” he asked.
“If it does it’s a little too late.” I smiled.
“Duchess…”
“Yeah, Bones. I’m scared, but it’s okay. I don’t want,” I swallowed, “I don’t want life to pass me by because I’m scared.”
He was propped up on his elbows, but then he lowered himself, covering my body with his. He rolled us to the side. We were still connected, and I wrapped a leg around him to keep him close.
“You don’t have to be scared anymore,” he said as he stared into my eyes. “I’m here.”
Chapter 45
“The shower isn’t big enough for both of us,” I protested as Bones closed the door to the minuscule bathroom.
“We’ll fit.” He winked at me and leaned closer. “You didn’t think I’d fit inside of you, but we made that work, didn’t we?”
A flush stained my cheeks, which only made him laugh and steal his arm around my shoulders and haul me toward him. “Still shy, huh? Guess we have some more work to do.”
He let me go and bent to turn on the shower. I watched him fiddle with the knobs, a frown marring my face when I saw his raw knuckles. I scanned the rest of his body—the part that I could see anyway—and noticed the light discoloration marring the side of his ribs.
“What the—” I grabbed his arm and urged him to turn so I could give him a full examination. “What is this?”
“What’s what?” He rubbed his stubbly jaw with his rough hand.
“Don’t,” I snapped. “You know what. Have you been fighting? You have been fighting. Your knuckles are red and in a few hours, you’re going to have some wicked bruises.”
When he didn’t reply, I shook my head. “Wait a second. I woke up last night and you were gone. I fell asleep on the couch. This morning, I woke up in your bed. How did I get there?”
“Get in the shower, Duchess. I’m running down your leg.”
“You don’t get to distract me.”
“I’m not trying to distract you. I’m trying to embarrass you, so you stop asking me questions.”
“Royce Dalton, answer me.”
“You’re hot when you’re scolding me.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. It was hard to look fearsome in a towel, but I tried anyway.
“I went out last night,” he admitted.
“Uh huh.”
“I came back and you were asleep on the couch. I carried you up to bed.”
