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Sweetest freaking sound.

“Baby, fuck. So damn good. So fucking hot and wet.”

A few moments later, one hand lifted my hip, moved up my back, and he fisted my hair, bringing my face close to his.

“Fucking love you, Autumn. So goddamn beautiful.”

Every. Time.

Every single time, that’s what he told me.

His mouth hit mine and he groaned his orgasm down my throat.

Nine times out of ten he did that, too. The other one percent he bit the soft spot between my neck and my shoulder. It was a toss-up which was better. Right then, I was leaning toward the growl, though I always did until I got the bite, then I changed my mind.

Chapter 39

Four months later—Maryland

“Emmy sounded like she was in a lot of pain,” Autumn noted from the passenger seat.

We came back to Maryland because her sister was being induced and we’d promised we wouldn’t miss the birth. Now we were in a rental car driving to the hospital. My truck was back in Oregon where we’d been staying the last few weeks.

Idaho and Washington were a bust. We’d stayed long enough to sightsee in both, explore houses, but neither of us felt like it was home, so now we were trying out Oregon. Autumn loved it there but this time it was me holding out, though if she found a house and had her heart set on staying, I’d get down with it.

“Babe, she’s pushing a kid out of her vagina, what did you expect her to sound like?”

Autumn made a disgruntled sound and I didn’t have to look at her to know her face was adorably scrunched up.

“Thanks for the mental image. And there are drugs for the pain.”

I followed the signs and pulled into the Anne Arundel Medical Center and told her something she knew, “She didn’t want drugs.”

“Who doesn’t want drugs for that?”

“Your sister,” I deadpanned, and Autumn shifted in her seat.

“That’s insane.”

I pulled into a parking spot and agreed, “No argument from me.”

“I’m taking drugs,” she blurted and my body locked tight.

“Say again?”

“Um.”

I looked over at Autumn and her face was bleached of all color.

“You’re taking drugs?”

“Um.”

“You want kids?”

“Um.”

“Babe,” I snapped. “You want my kids?”