He growled like a damn bear and thrust inside me, sheathing himself right to the hilt.I gasped at the deep intrusion and watched in wonder as his cock moved in and out of me.My heart raced.My face flamed.My pussy clenched around him.“Shane.”
My whine had him shifting his angle and picking up the pace.I couldn’t stay up on my palms, not with the punishing strokes he delivered.I dropped back onto the table, flat on my back, and brought my heels up to the edge.I let my thighs fall apart a little more, and he insinuated himself fully between them.
He was so deep inside there was a bite of pleasure/pain with each snap of his hips.I couldn’t get enough.I gripped his T-shirt in my fist.His hand came to my face.He dragged his thumb across my lower lip, and I sucked on it, mimicking the way I had sucked his cock last night.He groaned, the sound harsh and untamed.He left his thumb in my mouth, letting me suck on it as he fucked me like the wild, wicked man he was.
I was too overwhelmed to climax again.Everything about this was too much, too heady, too real.I simply held on as he wrecked me, slamming into me over and over again while chasing his own release.
“You want my baby?”Shane growled, the tendons in his neck taut.
“I want your baby,” I breathily answered.“Give me your baby, Shane.”
“Fuck.”He groaned, the guttural sound almost inhuman, and spilled his seed inside me.He was deeper than I had ever felt him, filling me with each pump of his hips.My head nearly exploded with the incredible excitement of the moment, of the very real possibility that he might have succeeded.
He shuddered with aftershocks, and I sat up, wrapping my arms and legs around him.“I love you, Shane.”
“I love you, Melissa.”He pressed his forehead to mine.“I love you so much.”
I stroked the back of his head and peppered his handsome face with kisses.He captured my mouth in a kiss that promised so much love and tenderness.It was a kiss that promised decades of this, of the two of us building a life together.
“You know I’m gonna marry you, right?”he asked, still buried inside me.
I smiled up at him.“I figured.”
“I want the whole married life with you,” he assured me.“This,” he said, sharing an erotic kiss, “but the other stuff, too.The quiet nights on the couch while you read.Doing the lawn together on Saturdays.Taking the kids to the beach and building sandcastles.”
“Kids?”I seized on it, realizing he wasn’t thinking about just one baby.
Shane laughed and placed the sweetest kiss on the tip of my nose.“Well, hell, darlin’, as good as we are at this, there’s no chance we stop at one.”
I grinned at the thought of this house filled with noise, with laughter and running and little voices yelling out for Mom and Dad.
As we tidied up a few minutes later, I suddenly remembered another baby situation.“Oh, shit!Shane!I forgot all about Daisy’s baby!”
He frowned.“Daisy?From the book club?The little blonde?”He placed his hand around his lower chest to estimate her height.“That works at your school, too?”
“Yes.Her.”
He frowned even harder.“She’s just a kid, isn’t she?What?Twenty?”
“Twenty-two,” I clarified.“Almost twenty-three.”
“And she’s pregnant?”When I nodded, he asked, “What’s that got to do with me?”
“Well, the thing is, the baby’s father?She met him at your bar.”
Taken aback, Shane asked, “The night we met?”
I shook my head.“No, a few weeks before that.”
He listened intently as I told him the whole story.Realization dawned as I described the baby daddy in question.His mouth settled into an irritated line.“His name is Nick.LEO is the name his home club gave him.Law Enforcement Officer,” he spelled out.“He’s an ex-cop.DEA, actually.”
I blinked in shock.“You have an ex-DEA agent hanging around the bar?”
“It’s a neutral zone.”Shane shrugged.“We accept all types, even cops.”He glowered with distaste.“Although, if I knew he was messing around with young girls, I would have had him barred from the front door.”
“She’s an adult,” I reminded him, hating the way we all kept forgetting that she had chosen Leo—Nick—that night.
“Barely,” Shane argued.“And he’s old enough to know better than to go around raw dogging a bit of strange in a bar bathroom!”
