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Huffing, she withdrew once more, her eyes getting that far off haze. “I won’t be there to help her get ready,” she whispered. “I won’t help her pick out a dress, do her hair or makeup.” Her lashes batted, tears brimming again. “Since the day they put her in my arms for the first time, I dreamed about being able to bond with her like this, and I’ll never get to now.”

She pulled in a ragged breath and sniffled. “I’m going to miss all my babies growing up. First loves, graduations, college.”

A rueful smile spread her lips, the tears dripping down her cheeks to her shirt when she tipped her head to look at me. “First heartbreaks, first disappointments. All the things kids need their loving, nurturing mother for, and I won’t be there.”

I threw my elbow to the back of the sofa, my fingers on my temple and my thumb on the corner of my jaw. My foot started bouncing, my insides tightening with knots. “Still think Meyers was worth it?”

Without moving, her sight darted to me out the corner of her eye. “Yes.”

“How?” I shouted a little too defensively. “How can you sit here and tell me it’s worth it after everything you just said?”

“If you’ve ever been in love, Wyatt, you would know.”

“But you’re going to die, Amanda. Like you said, your kids will grow up without you.”

“There is nothing in this world greater than love,” she squeaked sadly. “What your brother and I had, was beautiful and so special. It may have its consequences, but I wouldn’t trade a single moment I had with him.”

“And your kids?”

“I pray they find that kind of love one day, as well.”

Swinging her legs off the sofa, she stood, muttering, “I have to wash this out now,” while pattering across the room for the hall.

I turned my face into my palm and huffed loudly, closing my eyes. In a few months, I would be the father to the baby she was carrying. One day, I would have biological children of my own if Milo wanted more than one kid. I had a responsibility to them…

Yet I knew I would not walk away from Chastity for anything. Even though I knew it meant one day, I would leave them without a father, only death would keep me from the woman I loved.

Chapter 25

Chastity Monroe

Sitting on my haunches in the middle of Wyatt’s bed, my back on his chest, my calves and ankles were tucked beneath his knees, his legs curled in front of me. His left arm was draped across my torso to grope my right breast, his other hand holding the thick vibrator in my pussy as I rocked up and down, his cock pumping my ass slowly.

His lips dragged over my sweaty back, the stubble on his jaw tickling. I gripped his shins, tilting my head backward with a long, drawn out moan.

Barely above a whisper, I purred, “It feels so good, Daddy.”

He pinched my nipple and bit my shoulder blade, stretching his neck to flick his tongue at my ear. “My kitten likes having both her holes fucked at the same time?”

My jaw fell with a grunt as I sank all the way down and paused, my muscles contracting around him and the toy. “Oh, yes.”

His cellphone chimed and we both froze, my heart sinking. Craning my neck, I peered at him over my shoulder. It was the timer, warning us we only had about two hours left before Milo got home.

Normally, we wouldn’t be this careless, and wait until he was out of town, but it had been almost two weeks since we’d seen one another, and we couldn’t help it. This was too much of a risk, but as I stared into his blue eyes shimmering with longing, my heart swelled, and I knew he was worth it.

“I love you,” he whispered with a loud gulp.

My brows shot up, my emotions burning the back of my nose. Mouthing, I love you, I began to ride him a little quicker, covering his hands with my own, holding the awkward stare.

His tongue snaking out to lick my jaw, he grunted, his lids widening and then narrowing. “Oh, yeah, kitten. You’re such a good girl. I’m so lucky.”

Arching my spine, my head tipped over his shoulder, our cheeks pressed together, the momentum growing more intense. “Oh, it feels so good, Daddy.”

He bit my neck but released immediately, knowing we couldn’t leave any marks. “Rock that ass, kitten. Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He pushed the vibrator deep and held it with his fingertips, his thumb pressing on my clit. Screeching, I flung myself to my stomach, fisting the sheets and burying my face in the mattress, bouncing my ass faster.

“Oh, fuck yeah, kitten, yeah, that looks so good. Oh, god, work that ass on my dick, Chazzy.”