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“I love you,” I murmur.
“God, I love you.”
I wriggle around and his cock finds my wetness, gently nudging through my folds, his length soon slick and finding a home, buried deep inside me.
His arms are beneath me, holding me, and he rocks into me with slow, deep drives, his kisses mirroring his passionate, hungry plunges. I can’t get enough of scratching my nails down his back and he doesn’t say anything, only maintaining his rhythm, his groans sexy as hell as he nips my nipples, his body and mine rocking the bed.
My insides pulse with lust and he increases his drives, rhythmically circling and plunging until the very tip of my pelvic bone burns and explodes with desire, that ripple effect rendering me silent as I shake, drenching him, his seed following my cum, that beautiful mixture inside me so hot, wet and sweet.
He lies on my chest, heavy and breathless. I tug his hair between my fingers and grin from ear to ear. He’s quiet and says nothing but I hear a great deal in that silence.
What we’re doing isn’t normal for him but it’s better than he remembers.
“I love your body, almost as much as I love you,” he says.
“Ditto.”
If I wasn’t sure before, I am now – we’re two halves, now whole, or two sides of the same coin, absolutely matched, perfect for one another.
“Do you want some bacon?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Thought you might.”
“Wait, let me get up and make the bacon. You go and clean up. I’ve made a right mess of you.”
While he gets out of bed and pulls his joggers back on, I lie in bed naked, legs spread.
“You mean this?” I swipe some juice from between my legs and lick it.
“Dirty bitch,” he growls. “That’s given me an idea for later.”
In the hospital, we find everyone waiting outside the operating rooms, heads down, tension palpable. The first thing I notice is his brothers John and Dave, who start to come barrelling at him with angry faces. I put myself in the way and stress, “He’s here now, lads. Calm it.”
His younger brothers, twins, are mental. They used to get into all kinds of trouble at school and Paul would always get them out of it, too. Lydia, their mother, pushes between them and greets me.
“Lily? What are you doing here?”
Okay, no beating about the bush.
“We’re together.” Paul puts his arm around my shoulder, glaring at his brothers.
Lydia looks between us and throws her arms around me, crying into a handkerchief at the same time. I get the feeling this woman’s been to hell and back.
Hugging her tight, I whisper, “It’s alright now. It’s alright.”
She nods against my midriff, bearing in mind she’s tiny and I’m tall. Poor lady, giving birth to these three louts.
Paul and I sit either side of his mother, holding her hands.
The brothers sit opposite, red-eyed and angry, arms folded and tattooed. John and David aren’t identical but they may as well be; their temperaments are exactly the same.
“Are you dressed for work?” Lydia asks.
“Yeah, I’ve told them I’ll be in late, a family emergency. I’ll pop upstairs in a little while.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want you in trouble,” she says. “Paul told me you’ve only just started this new job.”
