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“Cream, Sadie,” I manage to snarl in her ear, somehow finding the words. “Do it now …”
She throws her head back and screams, the veins straining her neck, her expression a picture of absolute euphoria. I tilt my head and stare at her as I continue to fuck her, every inch of her skin turning red with the lustful letting-go.
I watch her as the orgasm possesses her, gritting my teeth with the effort of withholding my own seed.
And then I see it begin to wane, her breathing trying to catch up with her.
I lean back and let her go, staring down at my cock, staring at the creaminess of her come covering my entire cock.
I stare at her thick creamy release as I fuck her, groaning when I see it froth between my cock and her hole and slide up into her greedy little asshole.
I grunt and then roar.
I sound like a warrior before battle.
I sound crazed.
And I am.
Crazy for her, my woman, only mine.
I fall against her as my cock turns to starlight, exploding over and over, the tip of my cock ablaze with the passage of my seed. It shoots into her fiercely, every part of my consciousness focused on the tip of my cock where the humming, explosive release is the most felt, the most real.
I stare through the haze of my release to find that Sadie is bucking against me, her fingernails digging into my side as she pulls me into her, deeper, harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I roar, loud enough to bring the roof down.
We collapse together onto the bed, both of us struggling to suck insufficient air.
“Holy shit, Sparkplug,” I whisper, dragging her into my arms, gripping her shoulder possessively.
I never want to let her go.
“I just went with it,” she whispers, disbelief in her voice. “You seemed to like it.”
“Seemed,” I repeat, with a deep chuckle. “There was no seemed about it.”
I roll onto my side and stroke my free hand down her body, holding it against her belly.
“I can feel it,” I say quietly, and I really can.
Lying here with my woman, the scones light flickering magically, her face the only one I’ll ever need to make me feel fulfilled as a man, I really can fucking feel our child inside of her.
Sadie, we need to tell Fiona when she gets back.
I fight that sentence down, despite its truth.
The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment.
Especially when she places her hand atop mine, her smile making my soul feel giddy like I’m that short little kid again, dressed as a knight, ready to take on the world.
With her, with our family, with our shining futures.
I’m ready for anything.
“I can feel it, too,” she murmurs, voice dreamy.Chapter NineteenSadieTwo days later, the three of us are sitting in a diner in Marchway, the wind howling against the window and the lights of the diner seeming impossibly bright against the early-sunset wilderness beyond the glass.
I glance into our reflection in the window and see the three of us sitting there, me in my winter jacket and Saul in his steel-gray suit, and Fiona in a fluffy Christmas sweater with the sleeves pulled up, the better to grip her hot cocoa.
I stare and I try not to think about these past two days, the earth-shattering experience in the hotel room at the forefront of my mind.
I try not to think about the way we’ve unleashed ourselves on each other every day since then, having the house to ourselves, fucking like animals standing up, lying down, me on top, him on top, every position we can think of—so much so that we had to take a break, our bodies punishing our zealousness.
Now it’s time for us to tell Fiona what’s going on.
We agreed on it early today.
“She has to know, Sadie,” Saul whispered, stroking his hands through my hair as we lay nakedly in bed together, both of us sweaty and contended and sex-sore.
I’m still sex-sore as I sit here, my center aching nicely, in a way that makes me feel wanted. The sex has me feeling like a different person, wanted in a way that I never dreamed I would be, or even deserved.
“So you had fun, then?” I ask, realizing I’ve just been sitting here like a weirdo.
“Yeah,” Fiona beams. “I networked the shit outta that hotel venue room, honestly.”
“I’m proud,” I smile.
“Me too,” Saul says, genuine affection in his voice.
Fiona leans back, looking between us. Perhaps that’s a giveaway right there, the fact that when we came and sat down, Saul and I sat on the same side out of habit, since we’re so used to being fused together now.
“Um, okay?” she murmurs. “Why so intense, guys?”
“Well, there’s something—”
“Sorry,” I interrupt, panic rising inside of me like a crescendo. “Saul, do you mind? I need to use the bathroom.”
