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"You hurt me, too," I say. "I haven't been with anyone but you since…" I blow out a breath. "Since Saint and Kitten."
"What the fuck, Dexter?" she hisses. "Why go back to hitting on anything that moved?"
I glance away, frowning.
Remembering Saint's pep-talk from before the wedding, I blow out a heavy breath.
It doesn't make actually saying the words any easier. But I've done the irresponsible, loveable, fuck-up thing for so long it got old to even me.
It's time to be an adult.
To be responsible and have the hard talks.
"I wanted you to claim me. To say enough was enough. You'd never let Issac get away with that shit." I catch her eyes.
I raise my eyebrows, daring her to lie.
She doesn't.
Swallowing thickly, I prepare to say the hard stuff. That shit no one wants to admit out loud because it makes you sound pathetic. The stuff that gives the other person the ammunition to absolutely destroy you if they don't feel the same way.
"I wanted to matter, too. I wanted you to care about me as much as I care about you. I needed you to show me you love me like you love Issac."
"I do fucking love you," Baby says, shoving at my chest. "You giant dick bag. What the hell, Dexter?"
"I don't know," I growl. "I thought you were blowing me off. That you didn't love me, and I fucking love you like I've never loved another person. It fucked me up, okay?"
"Shit," Baby whispers. "Dexter, we suck at communication. This messed me up, too."
"It's on me," I say, swallowing. Take accountability for your actions. That's what Lachlan and Saint said in their bro pep-talk. "I thought if I made you jealous, you'd have no choice but to claim me."
"You didn't fuck that blond guy?" Baby asks, scrutinizing my face.
"Fuck no," I say, laughing. "I swear to fuck."
"Okay," Baby whispers, licking her lips. "Oakley?"
"God no, she's a cool chick. A decent musician, but hell no. Anyone else you'd like to ask about?"
Baby bites her lip, shaking her head no.
Prowling over her, I cage her body in with mine. Baby lies back and I'm grateful I'm skinny, because her belly is huge.
"I have to roll over on my side," she whispers against my mouth.
I grin against her soft lips, and climb off to the side, helping her roll over. Stretching forward, I wrap a tattooed hand around her head. Pulling her lips to mine, her lips part for the naughty kiss.
Baby gasps into my mouth as I tease her tongue with mine. Tipping her chin up, I study the look of desire all over her face. It's intense. It sends all the blood in my body to my cock. My knot is aching with each thrum of my pulse.
The faint scent of her arousal hits the air and I groan against her lips.
"Dex," she whimpers. "I swear to fuck, if you're lying to me… I will rip your balls off."
I groan, licking my way down her jaw and neck. I love it when she's violent and territorial. It's probably unhealthy, but it shows me she cares.
"Let's get this off you," I whisper into her throat as I help her out of her dress. It's quite the undertaking, considering everything is a lot harder with that giant baby bump.
"God, you're so fucking pretty," I say, studying her curvy frame.
