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Squatch let his gaze and his hands drift down her thighs sweeping up the inside feeling the tiny raised white scars that peppered the skin there.

Devin shifted uncomfortably in his arms and tried to squeeze her thighs to force his hands out.

“No,” he said gently. “Let me see.”

A tear escaped her. “Mom said that no one would ever want me with thunder thighs. All the pretty girls had thigh gaps so I…” She trailed off, but she didn’t need to speak, he knew. She’d punished herself for her body not meeting the standard. That bitch of a mother was going to pay. That wasn’t the only foul story he’d heard about that woman over the years from Croon.

“They are the roadmap I’ll use in the dark of night, while you’re sound asleep to find my way to nirvana and wake you with pleasure.”

Devin smiled. It felt genuine and had his heart speeding up. He would make that selfish bitch pay, for her and her brother. He’d wanted to for years, but it hadn’t been his place. But from what he was seeing and a few other little things she’d let slip over the last few weeks, he would handle it. Her fate was sealed the minute that tear broke free from Devin’s eye. Since he claimed her, it was his place now.

“Look at me,” he ordered, and caught her gaze in the mirror. “She doesn’t get another second of our time.”

Squatch nipped her neck as he brought his hand up to caress her rounded stomach.

“And this,” he gave her soft belly a shake. If she was going to love her body as much as he did, she needed to see the parts she hated in a new light. He knew from just existing as a man in a world with women that they hated jiggles. “One day, if you choose, this will be the part of your body that will expand to accommodate a growing child.”

His eyes never left hers in the mirror. If they had, he would have missed the look of longing that crossed her face. She wanted kids. He could see it as plain as day.

“Having a kid isn’t all it’s good for. This is the place your man can rest his head when you’re lying in bed and he’s had a long day. You’re stroking his hair and just making it better because he has a soft place to rest his head that offers him comfort.”

He avoided saying himself, instead he simply said your man, same thing in his mind. He damn sure wanted to be her man, no other would lay his head there, but he’d noticed her panicked look earlier when he’d said all mine.

She’d come around to it eventually, after he wooed her. He’d planned to date her, get to know her better, and he still would. He’d just created a cart before the horse situation with his claiming her and, well, what was going to happen tonight would seal it.

Squatch already adored the hell out of her, had for years, but he wanted love and a family someday. That could only happen if they grew closer. He didn’t have the first clue how to woo someone but for Devin, he’d learn.

His Aunt Phoebe and the ol’ ladies would surely help him.

The rocking motion against his cock brought him out of his head.

“And this.” He stepped back enough to grab her ass. “Juicy peach. It needs no words. It makes men stupid and women jealous. I will tell you this, I can’t wait to see it move in time with my thrusts as I’m fucking you from behind. See how red I can make it with my hand and… other things.”

If he said too much, he might scare her, but damn if he wasn’t already thinking about it.

The whimper that tore from her throat told him she would enjoy it too. “Are you…” He let his words trail off as one hand dipped between her legs from behind.

“Oh, sweetness, you are so fucking wet. I need to be inside you.”

Without waiting for a response, he turned her around, lifted her off the carpet and carried her to the bed.

With more patience and gentleness than he thought he could muster, he brought them both down to the mattress. His lips found hers and he dragged the head of his cock through her wetness and shivered at the sensation then froze.

“Fuck. You make me lose my head, Dev.” He levered up and went to the bag. Rooting around until he came up with a strip of condoms. Tearing one off, he brought it to his teeth to rip it open.

“Wait. Let me.”

“Fuck yeah.” He strode back as she sat up and scooted to the foot of the bed. Standing before her he handed her the foil packet. She tore it open and pulled the condom out, letting the torn packet float down to the floor.

She placed the condom backward in her mouth, securing the roll with her lips and teeth. Mouth open just enough to let him know what she wanted him to do while not letting the condom fall out.

He’d never put one on like that before, couldn’t really wrap his head around the logistics, but hell if he wasn’t eager anyway.

As he stepped forward, she grabbed the back of his thighs, causing the head of his cock to bump her warm lips.

“Fuck, Dev. Do you know how many times I imagined my cock disappearing between your lips?”

She pulled him in and a groan was ripped from his throat. Using her tongue, she was rolling the condom on, sort of. It wasn’t on on, but it was started.