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He slows down while my pussy contracts around him, milking him for every drop of cum.
Shaw slides out of me and is careful to move onto his back but wastes no time in tugging me onto his chest.
His hand finds my hair, and he plays with it as I throw a leg over his body while his other hand holds onto bump.
“I meant it, you know.”
I lift my head to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for what I said. I was mad at the circumstances, and I never touched the dancer.”
I nod my head and rest it back against his chest.
If he was a Mafia man, he’d never admit his fault and he sure as hell wouldn’t have apologized for it.
“I can’t bear the thoughts of you in love with him,” he admits, making my heart constrict with guilt.
“I wasn’t in love with him. I told you that.”
He sighs. “I know what you said.”
I lift my head once again. “You don’t believe me?”
Shaw shakes his head and swallows harshly. “I want you to want me—” His Adam’s apple bobs. “Not just need me.”
I nod in understanding. He’s as vulnerable as I am in all of this. But the difference is, I’ve never had a relationship. He has and he’s been in love.
“I’m worried too.” I meet his eyes, determined to let him see past the bravado I’ve been taught to portray. “You’ve had relationships, Shaw. Lizzie.” I bite into my lip at the mention of her name, and his body freezes below me, giving me all the confirmation I need about his feelings toward her.
“I told your brother you don’t have to worry about her.” He glares at me.
I laugh softly, the bitterness evident. “Don’t you see? I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”
He stares back at me in confusion, so I rest my head back on his chest and ignore the silence between us.
Instead, I concentrate on the steady beat of his heart and the soft gliding of his hand searching out bump’s movement.
I close my eyes and wish I’d let him make love to me after all.
TWENTY-SIX
SHAW
Ibarely slept a wink last night, her words replaying in my mind on permanent repeat. “Don’t you see? I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.”
She thinks I’m in love with Lizzie. I can see it in her eyes, sense it in her unasked questions, but why the hell won’t I allow myself to give her the answer she seeks. Why the fuck can’t I tell her I’ve fallen in love with her?
Thoughts of my mom come rushing back, and I wince.
Bump was active all night, as though reminding me why I am here in the first place. Like I could ever forget the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Emi is lying on her side, and I scoot down the bed to move my lips toward her protruding stomach. I place a gentle kiss where I’m convinced bump can hear me. “I’m going to surprise your mommy today. You have to be good.”
My eyes latch onto her pussy lips, and my finger glides through her wetness. The thought of my cum still inside her makes my cock jump with excitement. My finger dips farther around to her hole, and sure enough, she’s still wet. I push a finger inside, making her moan in her sleep and arch her back, and all I can think about is the need to sink into her wet heat once again.
I ignore my swaying cock as I get up from the bed and move around to the other side so I’m now lying behind her.
Rubbing the head of my cock along her wet pussy, she moans in her sleep, and my cock leaks with pre-cum. I trail kisses down her neck and hold onto bump as I use my free hand to guide my cock into her hole with ease.
“You like me fucking you in your sleep, baby?”
She pushes against me, earning a low chuckle as I bury my cock to the hilt. Her warmth spreads around me, and my balls throb with need.
