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She opens her mouth and lets out a shuddering scream just as her pussyreallycreams for me. Evidence of her release squirts down my dick. Her come spreads over her pussy when I push back inside and smear it over her lips. She’s screaming, veins pushing against her neck, bouncing repeatedly on my dick. I groan, collapsing against her. This is it. This is our purpose. My seed explodes. I feel it pumping out of me.
She wraps her arms around me as we reach our shared finish, gasping and struggling to accept how perfect this feels. How connectedweare. I fall against her and then roll to the side, pulling her into my embrace. She clutches onto me firmly, kissing me on the chest and hugging me close.
“That was everything I wished it could be,” she whispers. “I can’t believe I was nervous. I’m—”
“Don’t say sorry,” I tell her. “You never have to say that to me.”
She shifts closer to me and kisses me again.
“You’re right. We were made for each other. As soon as we started, I knew I never had to worry.”
I kiss the top of her head, moving my hand over her shoulder and down her arm. Her skin goose-pimples for me, as if emotion is washing down her and through her. It’s the same emotion pumping through me. Already, my dick is getting hard again, lust tugging on me.
“That could’ve been it, Lucy. Our first child together.”
She props her hands on my chest, looking up at me with a smile. Her eyes are bright with the future, with all the adventures we will go on together and everything we will share.
“I hope so,” she says, trailing her fingers up my chest, “but if not, well, it’s not like we can’t try again.”
“I’ve got the perfect time.”
I smirk, leaning down and kissing her hard on the lips. She moans and sits up, allowing me to glide my hand down her arm, over her hip, to her thigh. I squeeze her thigh, sliding my hand to her hole, knowing I’ll never need another woman. She’s the only person I ever want or need,mywoman—only mine.
I killed this woman’s father. I did it because I had to. He was evil and threatening a child, but I still killed him. I’m still a murderer. I’m still what some people would think of as a sinner. Yet she loves me as much as I love her.
When I glide into her for the second time, I take it slowly, kissing her gently as we sink into a different kind of lovemaking. Eventually, she nervously asks me if she can go on top. We link hands as she rocks up and down over me, our eyes locked on each other. Her smile is the most beautiful sight. This moment alone makes everything worth it, and we still have an entire journey ahead.
“I love you,” she whimpers, moving faster. “I love you. I… love… you.”
We kiss, reaching another shared finish, but it’s just the start.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Lucy
“We’refosteringyou for now,” I tell Zack.
I’m trying to be careful not to get his hopes up. In hindsight, I think Juliet had a point there. I meant the promise I made to him in the hospital, but what if he can’t stay with us? What if they don’t think we have a stable environment?
We’re sitting in the yard, Zack on the picnic blanket, his legs splayed. He’s had a haircut, buzzing off his long, blond locks. He said it was because he wanted to forget the sort of kid he was when he had long hair.
He finds it difficult, I know. During these past three weeks, life has moved so fast—all the meetings, the emergency foster application. The police and the city are hurrying it through, mainly because Jamie has been writing up a storm, liaising with agents about his writing.
“And I know the perfect editor,”he told me last night, cuddling close to me in bed.
“You don’t have to say that.”
“I mean it,”he replied.“Without you, that article wouldn’t have had half the impact it did.”
He could leave me any time he wanted, disappear into a new life. Sure, there would be drama since much of his image is based on us, but hecoulddo it. He could then write a book about it, forget me, and find some supermodel. I told him all this, and he just laughed. He told me nobody else compares. I melt every time he says that.
“I know you don’t want to get my hopes up, sis,” Zack says, trailing his finger around and around his knee. “I get it, too. It’s like Jamie says. Sometimes, bad things happen. Sometimes, we can’t control it. That’s what he said, Lucy.”
I smile. “I believe you.”
From hints like these, I get the sense Dad never listened to Zack. He gaslit him and twisted his mind so that Zack always tries to convince people when talking to them. He’s desperate to be heard and seen asreallike he matters.
“But, sis, what do youfeel?”
