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“Oh, yes,” I moan. “Please, Rider. Please.”
“Say. It.”
He lets out a jagged breath.
“Fucking beg.”
It takes me a second to realize what he wants, and then it hits me.
“Come in me, Rider,” I cry, just as my orgasm shivers to an end.
His face – the carnal glint in his eyes, the way his lips twist – tells me I’m right.
“Again,” he roars.
“Come. In. Me.”
I scream the words, clasping onto his face, staring into his eyes as he groans.
He collapses atop me, fucking me into the bed, both of us caught in the whirl of lust and release.
“Fuck,” he groans when his thrusts jerk to a stop, his mouth pressed against my face, his lips fire-hot against my cheek. “Goddamn, princess. That was incredible. That was…”
“Everything I dreamed it would be,” I whimper, finishing the sentence for him.
He leans back, nodding. “I couldn’t have said it better. You’re perfect. I…”
Say it, I almost scream, as he slides his manhood from me, as both of us lie for a moment entangled with the scent of our lovemaking drifting around us.
Say you love me. I’ll say it back.
“You’re perfect, my perfect princess.”
He kisses my forehead, and I hug him close to me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rider
I lie in bed with my woman, making patterns in her hair with my fingertips. She makes the cutest noises as I massage her hair, but even when she’s making cute noises I can’t stop thinking about the way she moaned when I hovered over her, thrusting like the savage I am.
I take a breath, leaning down and kissing the top of her head.
“What was that for?” she asks.
“Do I need a reason? So, do you feel it?”
She glances up at me. She’s in her underwear, but nothing else, and the sight of her curvy-as-fuck body – her fresh young body – stirs me in a whole new way now that we’ve had sex. My manhood throbs and I know I’ll claim her again soon, but I also know my princess needs a rest.
I worked her tight hole hard.
“Our child,” I say with a smirk. “Is your womb giving you any signals?”
She giggles, prodding my bare stomach. “Do you really think I’d be able to feel that this soon?”
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” I banter. “I know you’re pregnant. The way you were squirting for me… your body was giving me a sign.”
She laughs again. “I’m not sure that’s how it works, Rider.”
“Well, it is now. That’s right. Our five children are growing in you as we speak.”
“All at once? That seems a little much.” She smiles, radiant in the afterglow, as though a switch has been flipped inside of her. “Is that how many you want? Five?”
I nod. “Whenever I’ve let myself think about it – which has been less and less over the years to be fair – I always wanted five. Five children to fill my home with happiness and laughter.”
“That sounds amazing. I can see it now. I can hear it… their footsteps running through the house, their laughter, but I think all at once might be a bit crazy.”
I smirk, and now it’s my turn to prod her playfully.
“I was only joking, princess. It’ll be good for our children to have siblings who are different ages. But you agree… five?”
“Yes,” she says, the word sending contentment moving through me, compelling and real and reliable and ours.
Always ours, most of all.
Forever.
“I still can’t believe this is the same day I ran away from Uncle Aaron’s house,” she murmurs. “Doesn’t that seem crazy?”
I stroke my hand along her shoulder, giving her a supportive squeeze. “I never knew so much could change in a day,” I agree. “I never knew much of anything before you came along, princess.”
“Rider… you were a super successful boxer, a super successful cop, and a super successful businessman. I think you know a thing or two.”
“Alright, Miss Clever.”
I lean down to kiss her again. I feel addicted to her.
“What did you mean though?” she asks quietly.
“I thought I had it all figured out,” I pause. “I was going to work my ass off to keep this city safe and then… shit, maybe I didn’t have it all worked out.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I never thought about the future, I guess. I was always focused on the next case, the next bust. But you’ve changed all that.”
“How?” she whispers.
I smirk down at her. “Are you fishing for compliments, princess? You must know you’ve changed me.”
She laughs, the sound so sweet I wish I could package it and fucking eat it. I wonder if she’d find it strange if I recorded her and played it over and over again whenever we’re forced apart.
Her laughter is sweeter than any music.
“Maybe a little bit,” she says. “Is that really so bad?”
“I love when your sassy side comes out,” I tell her.
