Page 69 of Living at 40

“To be.” My mouth crushes hers, forcing her to follow mine.

“With you.” There will be no more words.

Pressing at her hips, she takes my meaning and moves to straddle me. Her center hits my rock-hard dick, and we both moan at the nearness, but we aren’t close enough.

“Missed you so much,” she mumbles against my lips.

“Same, sweetheart. Same.” My hands are in her hair, and she’s rocking on my lap. My dick nearly weeps with excitement and desire for her, but I won’t press. I’m following her lead. We kiss like we haven’t seen one another in years instead of half a month.

“Need you,” she whimpers.

“Here?” It’s dark enough, and we’re technically below the house, obstructed from view by the drop from the backyard.

“Here.” Autumn scrambles off my legs and removes her shorts and underwear. I quickly work at lowering mine to my ankles and suck in a sharp breath at the cool wood under my ass. Autumn climbs back over my thighs, draping the blanket over her shoulders as a weak shield.

“No protection. We’re going for this, and whatever happens happens.” I know what I want. I want her to get pregnant, and I want the baby to be mine. Then I’m going to invest everything I have in this woman—heart and soul.

“Whatever happens happens,” she repeats before positioning me at her soaked entrance and slowly taking me within her.

I groan—a heavy, lusty sound of relief. She’s so warm, so wet, and so mine. My mouth captures hers again while holding her hips and helping her dance over me. After one sharp movement, I break from the kiss. “God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, Autumn. End of long, lonely days. Bringing on sexy nights.”

She giggles. “Why do you add those lines?” Her words stammer as she moves over me.

“Because your name is a beautiful season meaning change.” And I’m so ready for one in my life. I’m ready for her.

“Some think fall is the end of things.”

“Nope.” Her quick slide up my thick shaft and sudden drop to engulf me in her hitches my breath. “It’s a new beginning.”

Her mouth seeks mine, and we move in silence other than sharp intakes of breath and subtle moans of pleasure.

“Gotta come,” I warn her too quickly, but I won’t go without her. Her hand lowers between her spread legs, and her knuckles brush at the coarse hair against my pubic bone. Her fingers work her trigger spot, and I drop my gaze to watch. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

With her head tipped forward and her breath short, she losses herself in pleasure over my body. I’m lost as well, wanting her more than anything else. We’ll find a way to make us work. I won’t mess up again.

“Logan,” she whimpers, but I don’t need the warning. I already know the signs of her body. The clenching. The shortness of breath. The increased thrusts. She breaks over me, and I hold her hips to keep her pinned in place as I go off just as quickly.

This is it. I’m going to get her pregnant, and then, I’m going to marry her.

27

[Autumn]

My legs are still trembling by the time we enter the house. The orgasm was so intense I saw stars and not just the ones peppering the sky. Logan held me over his lap until he’d gone soft, and a shiver ran up my spine. Between Ben and Anna's final move and the surprise of seeing Logan, plus what we’d just done, I am drained.

“I’d love for you to come to my place,” I admit as we silently enter the back door.

“I know, but the guys are expecting me over the garage, and I want to stick close for Lorna.”

“Where were you?” The sudden shriek of Mila from the dark kitchen surprises us both.

“Mila, honey, what are you doing down here?” I ask, surprised by my niece’s harsh voice. Her little arms cross over her chest, and her hip juts out to the side. Is she tapping her foot? And why do I feel scolded by a ten-year-old? Without waiting on an answer from her, I answer her question. “Logan and I went for a walk.”

“Well, Lorna’s crying.”

“Okay. I got this.” Logan gives me a quick kiss on the side of the head and steps forward, but Mila lifts a hand.

“She wants to know if Autumn will come instead.”