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KIRA
As soon as the elevator doors close, the tension leaves my body.
No longer resisting my every urge to run and jump into Quin’s strong arms, the way Curty did, I can finally relax.
There was a different energy about Quin today. Has something changed?
He’s been so subdued and cut off for so long, to protect us, but he connected today and seemed… more intense and determined. Direct, and utterly entrancing.
It was the old Quin — the one I fell in love with.
The headstrong man with a rebellious streak I haven’t seen in so long, I feared his father might actually have succeeded in breaking him.
He’s had a sunken, tormented gaze for a decade, but today, there was a sparkle, like his drive is back and he’s getting ready for something. His eyes were full of their old fire, and he took the time to smolder at me, when usually, he’d do his best to keep from looking my way for more than a second or two.
It was a pretty blatant and breedy claim he made while he stared at me, too. Made me want to spread my legs for him on the spot.
Ridiculous, of course. I doubt he can shoot his cum ten feet, and he definitely wouldn’t try with Curty right there.
What does this change in him mean? What caused it?
Has he finally found a safe plan to reunite us?
Or did he catch baby-fever, after hanging out with Thaddy and his very pregnant wife?
My heart beats faster as the elevator descends.
What if it’s both? What if we can be together, growing a family like we always wanted?
I have loved him since I was fifteen, and the idea of finally having him in my life, as my husband, and as a real father to Curty and any other babies he can fill me with before I’m too old…
How long do I have before then? At twenty-eight, I’ve got at least a decade or so of good breeding left in me. That’s plenty of time to make a bunch of babies.
Is this happening? Are we going to get ourhappy ever after? God knows we’ve earned it.
I close my eyes and picture us living as a real family, after all this time.
Quin’s been missing from every Sunday-morning laze in bed, drinking coffee while Curty watches cartoons and plays with his Lego.
Sundays may start to look a little different, if he’s found a way back into my bed. There’ll be no lazing about for him… I’ll be blissing out in a post-orgasmic stupor, while he’s down, building things with plastic bricks and making sure everyone’s breakfast needs are taken care of. He’ll be such a good dad when he finally gets the opportunity to embrace the position — he’s already shown me as much by the loving approach he takes with our boy.
Watching him with Curty does seriously crazy things to my vagina. The man is fucking beautiful. If ever there was a symbol of perfect father material, Quin Montgomery would beit. He’s tender and kind and supportive, but stern and wise, and when he loves you, you fucking know it all the way through to your bones.
He’s also my version of a wet dream, because every time I daydream about him, my panties get soaked.
Sometimes, when he talks, there’s a growliness to his voice that literally makes me need to come. When I hear it, I want to sit on his mouth and have him rumble into my clit, until he’s forced to pause, so he can swallow down my juices and keep himself from drowning.
I probably fantasize about him way too much, but it’s the only way we can be together right now, so it’s all I have, and I’m definitely addicted. Between his looks, his voice, and his fathering skills, I need way more showers than any other woman I know. I’m perpetually horny, and no matter how many times I get myself off, I’m never satisfied. I’ll need him to make that happen.
What is it about a man’s being invested in a child’s life that’s so fucking sexy? The way that man is with my son —hisson, hopefully.
I’m too scared to know the truth. I’m as terrified of Jack, learning Curty is Quin’s boy, as I am of finding out the opposite is true.
If Quin’s his dad, Jack will hurt us all.
If Jack’s his dad…
