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I shift my attention from my brother to my husband, my brows snapping together as I watch him. He jerks his chin toward the table, but I don’t move. I’m not sure what to do. What could he have to show us? I’m so confused, and he must realize it because he lets out a bark of laughter.
“Nothing bad. Something good. Come and sit, eat.”
My feet move toward the table, and I sink down on the empty chair between them. My eyes widen as I take in the food at the center of the table. Andrew really did order one of everything, and I think he tried one of everything as well. There are half-eaten pancakes, waffles, sausages, eggs, everything.
Instead of saying a word, I cut bits and pieces of what I want and place them on a plate. Everything smells and looks amazing. I can see why he’d want one of everything. I don’t blame him at all. It’s out of this world and better than anything I could ever make.
Once I’ve finished stuffing my face, I take a quick shower, but it turns into a long shower because Coleman appears, kissing the back of my neck and my shoulder, and when I feel his hard length press against the crack of my ass, it’s all over.
My pussy aches and my breasts instantly feel heavy, and my entire body aches with need. I have to have him. His hands roam my body, touching me everywhere but where I want him. Arching my back, I press my ass harder against his length.
“Tell me what you want, Claire,” he rasps against the side of my neck.
“I want you,” I exhale.
“Where? How?”
“Everywhere,” I breathe, and then I say something that leaves things far too wide open. “Just make me come, Coleman. I don’t care how. I just need to come.”
“Fuck,” he growls against the shell of my ear as he flexes his hips and I feel his length against my ass. “I want this ass, hummingbird. I want to bury my cock deep inside of it. I want to make you come this way.”
The water washes over me, and I think he’s going to do just that. I don’t think I would deny him right now. My pussy is aching from last night, but it’s also pulsing with need. It’s my constant state when I’m with him, and I think it might always be this way… I don’t think I would mind.
Coleman fucks me from behind, my palms pressed against the warm tiles of the shower as he consumes me completely. His cock is deep inside of me while two fingers are in my ass. My head falls back between my shoulders, my back arched to an uncomfortable position as one hand is gripping my hair, the other moving between the cheeks of my back entrance.
“I’m close,” I breathe.
“You need to come, Claire. Come all over my cock, and I’m going to fill you with a baby. I’m going to breed you over and over. You’ll have a dozen of my kids, and it’s going to be fucking amazing. Every goddamn second of it.”
“Coleman,” I whimper.
He leans forward, his lips touching my forehead before he speaks. “Do you know why you’re going to have my babies, a dozen fucking babies?” His words come out rough and gritty.
“Why?” I can’t even think about what he’s telling me, what he’s asking me. I’m so close to my release that any kind of real thought escapes me completely.
“Because I fucking love you. My pretty little wife. My fucking life.”
I’m not sure if it’s his words, his fingers in my ass, or his dick buried inside of me, but I come—hard. It is an all-consuming orgasm that begins in my lower belly and then unfurls and almost flows out of me. Every muscle in my body tightens, and I freeze completely.
“I love you, too,” I whisper. “So much.”
COLEMAN
As I standin the entry of our new home, my eyes flick from Andrew to Claire, back and forth, waiting for their responses. Claire turns to me, her eyes wide and her lips parted in awe. She starts to speak, but nothing comes out.
Shock is the only way I can describe her expression. Laughing, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and smile. I can’t hide the smile. I know I probably shouldn’t be proud because I didn’t pay for this house with my own cash money, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t earned it.
I fucking have.
“Why did you bring me here?” Andrew asks.
I jerk my chin toward him, my eyes finding his, connecting, and I clear my throat slightly. “Because I think it would be a good idea if you moved in here with us,” I say.
Claire gasps, but I don’t look at her. My focus stays on Andrew. “Are you serious?” he asks, his brows knitting together as an expression of confusion crosses his face. “Me? Here?”
Nodding my head once, I clear my throat. “High schools here are decent. Lots of sports and shit, whatever you’re into. Give your sister some company and something to do, running you around to all your shit.”
“Coleman,” Clair exhales.
