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She hadn’t told him to stop or slow down, so unless she did...
She twisted her head enough so he could take it. He swallowed her groan, his fingers pressing and circling her clit, his tongue claiming her mouth, his dick so fucking hard inside her.
And then everything tensed on her, inside and out, and he almost stopped out of worry, but her climax exploded around him and she cried out inside his mouth, her fingers squeezing her tits harder, making them leak.
Fuck, he wanted to taste her there, too.
He pulled out and carefully rolled her onto her back before sliding inside her again, her eyes held his and he leaned over, careful not to put his weight on her, but he couldn’t resist licking her tits clean and sucking her nipples.
Her fingers dug into his hair, not to stop him, but to hold him there. With one hand he squeezed and sucked.
Her head rolled back and her mouth opened but nothing escaped.
But he felt it. The squeeze and pull of her cunt as he drove deep, needing that connection she talked about.
And before her orgasm was finished, he drove his palms into the mattress and powered deep one more time, his balls pulling tight and his dick pulsating as he came hard.
Holding all his upper body weight on his arms, he dropped his head and closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath, trying to slow his racing pulse.
But her fingertips tracing over his damp face and then over his lips had him opening them again. “Okay?”
Her face was flushed and her eyes still unfocused, but her lips curled up just slightly. “Yes.”
“Sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” He shifted just slightly since his arms were beginning to shake a little bit. “Now gotta get rid of this wrap. Sure it’s filled to the fuckin’ brim.”
“And I have to pee.”
He shook his head. “Of course.”
As he went to pull out, she stopped him. “Hey.”
Their gazes met.
“Thank you.”
“Should be thankin’ you, baby.”
“No. Most men wouldn’t be interested in having sex with a woman who was almost nine months pregnant. Never mind with another man’s baby.”
“Didn’t see any of that, Red.”
“What did you see?”
“Only you.”
“And I don’t see your past, either, Sig. I only see you.”
Jesus Christ.
He was fucking toast.
Chapter Eighteen
Sig watched Red waddle back to the bed for what he swore was the tenth time. He needed to get the fuck up and do the repo jobs Trip had assigned him, but it was getting harder to leave the bed every morning since they started having sex a week ago.
She wasn’t always feeling up to him fucking her, but they found plenty of other ways to play when she was in the mood. They’d also found different positions to keep the pressure off her stomach and now he had tasted every fucking inch of her body and explored them, as well. She also knew every part of his body, too.
Two days ago, when she couldn’t sleep and had taken her umpteenth pee break, Sig had woken up to her sucking his dick. Even though it was three in the morning, it was the best fucking wakeup he’d ever had. Even better, she didn’t stop when he warned her he was about to blow.
Fuck no, she kept going until he shot his load down her throat. He’d handed her one of his dirty T-shirts to spit it out but by then she had already swallowed it and simply gave him a fucking smile.
He was pretty fucking sure if he could love someone, he fell in love with her at that very moment.
While things were good, sometimes she still had bad nightmares.
Sometimes he did, too. His were no longer about himself or his past, but were always about Red. Sometimes it was centered around the shed and bench. Sometimes it was about her running down that mountain. And sometimes it was fueled by him being scared to death something would happen to her while giving birth.
And, while he tried not to think about it, he was scared to death she would leave afterward.
In the end, starting fresh somewhere else was her choice, and he’d leave that decision to her. If she wanted to leave and get away as far as she could from that mountain and that incestuous clan, he’d do what he could to help her.
And if, for some reason, she wanted him to go with her, he’d do that, too.
He’d only came home to Manning Grove because he had nowhere to land after that last prison term. He found himself drifting and he knew if he didn’t find something solid, at least for a short while, he’d end up right back behind bars.
Truth be told, he needed a fucking break from being caged.
A long one.
Plus, he still wanted his half of his grandfather’s shit. It was his and Trip had no right to keep it all. Sig didn’t give a fuck if a will said otherwise. A will was just a piece of paper while Trip and he were supposed to be blood.
