“We almost made it last time,” he said, dead serious.
I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer for strength—and a reinforced throat.
His positive energy was too damn alluring. I couldn’t help it—I grinned and cupped his tight ass.
“Alright,” I murmured, giving him a squeeze. “Maybe I’ll give it another try.”
“Atta girl,” he said, pulling back to unbutton his jeans. “That’s the spirit.”
I winced at his wording.
Not exactly the kind of spirit my parents had in mind when they dragged me to mass every Sunday.
Chapter 18
Alistair
She sank to her knees as if it were instinct. Like she knew what I needed. I stared down at her, stunned. Not just by the view—though fuck, that was a reward in itself—but by the weight of what we’d just confirmed.
I’d done it. After years of pulling out, wrapping up, checking twice and staying cold—I’d finally slipped.
And somehow, my dick had picked the one woman on the planet worthy of that slip.
Callie.
My sweet, soft Callie.
I was going to be a father.
The realisation bloomed in my chest, feral and full. Not panic. Not fear. Pride.
She tugged on my jeans, snapping me out of the spiral.
Right. Focus. She wanted to celebrate. My kind of girl.
I kicked my shoes off and reached down to cup her cheek. She nuzzled into my touch like it was holy.
It was.
She was.
Mine—and now carrying our child.
“My sexy little fuck puppet,” I crooned, fisting a hand in her hair and grinding my cock right against her face.
Even through the cotton of my briefs, I could feel the heat of her breath, the faint dampness of her lips as she exhaled.
I held her there, dragging myself slowly across the soft curves of her cheek, up the bridge of her nose, down again—claiming her face like it was mine to rut on.
“You always look so hot on your knees,” I muttered, watching her pupils dilate as she clawed at my waistband, desperate to free me.
The head popped over the waistband, and she smirked—like she’d just pulled Excalibur from the fucking stone.
“Happy now?” I asked, voice rough.
She didn’t answer. Just licked her lips like a brat who knew exactly how addicted I was.
I throbbed, twitching under her gaze.
