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She’s fine now.

“His heart rate started dropping, and I wasn’t progressing, so my doctor wanted him out as soon as possible.”

Something wet is trailing down my cheek. It takes me blinking to realize I’m crying. “So it was an emergency?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is barely audible.

She and my son could have died, and I wasn’t there because I fucking blocked her number. I thought I felt the lowest I would ever feel when I first found out about him in Georgia, but this? This is the fucking lowest I’ve ever felt.

My forehead falls against her stomach as tears stream down my face. “I’m sorry.”

This is the first time I can remember crying since I was a kid. She’s the only one who can bring me to my knees and gut me in the same breath.

One of Aisling’s hands leaves my head, coming under my chin and pushing up, forcing me to look back up at her.

Her tears match mine.

She says nothing as she wipes mine away with her thumb.

I don’t deserve her.

I’ll never deserve her.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t die trying.

I force my eyes to leave hers, moving back to the task at hand. My lips gently trail kisses along the scar until I’ve covered the entire thing. Only then do I move on, continuing my descent.

She sways into me as she swiftly inhales when my tongue darts out, lapping at her clit. Her soft moans are music to my ears.

“Hash,” she whines as I pull away.

I stand up, forcing her to take a step back to give me room. I shrug my cut off, throwing it so it lands on top of my dresser before I reach my arms over my shoulders and pull my shirt over my head. Aisling’s heated gaze roams my body as I undo my belt and jeans and shuck those off before kicking them away. My aching hard cock jumps at finally being free from restriction. Giving it what we both want, I remove the last barrier keeping me from having Aisling. I kicked my boxers in the same direction I did my jeans before grabbing Aisling by the hips and bringing her down on the bed with me.

I lie on my back as she settles in, straddling me.

She leans over me, her hands coming on either side of my head. Her hair falls over her shoulder, surrounds my head like a curtain and tickles my shoulders. All of my senses are full of her.

I reach up and cup her jaw, closing the distance between us as my lips close on hers. She parts for me, giving me complete and utter control of her mouth. Our tongues tangle in a silent, playful battle that I always win.

My hands roam her body, caressing up her sides before circling under her breasts. I cup both of them, feeling the weight in my hands. They’re full and heavy. My cock twitches, tapping her clit lightly as I circle a nipple with my thumb. I groan as my head feels how hot and wet her pussy is for me.

Aisling pulls away with a gasp, breaking the kiss. “Careful.”

“Careful with what?” I ask, my voice gruff with arousal.

Just as I give her nipple a tug, something wet coats my finger.

“That,” Aisling pants. “He didn’t nurse on both sides.”

Tucking my chin against my chest, I look down at where my finger is on her tit. Milk is coating my fingers.

“Sorry.” Aisling winces as she moves to push off of me. “My shirt’s right there. I’ll wipe it off.”

My cock twitches again, earning a loud moan from her lips as she grinds against me, shirt forgotten. I don’t need to check to see if she’s wet. I can feel her pussy dripping on my cock.

Both of us are panting, fighting to catch our breath as I line my cock up at her entrance. Thrusting my hips up, I’m buried deep inside. Her pussy clenches me in a vice grip, welcoming me home.

“Fuck.” I grunt as I pull out until only my head is in only to thrust my hips up again, this time harder, setting the pace.