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“Aw hell, baby.” I unclench my stomach and my pulsing cock fills her with my cum as she squeezes every last drop right out of me. And yet, I want more.
Christ, I’m addicted to her.
“Turn around, baby.”
She lifts off me, and straddles my hips with such ease, it’s like there isn’t a baby bump between us.
It’s so fucking natural, I can break down. It’s like we’ve been fucking for months, and didn’t notice how big she got.
“Looks like we’ve christened your safe room.” She smiles and throws her arms around my shoulders.
“Good, because if we ever have to come in here, we’ll have the kids with us and won’t be able…”
Ana gulps down a breath. “This is real, isn’t it? The baby. It’s happening.”
“It is.” I hold her. “We’ll go shopping Friday night for everything we need to set up a proper nursery.”
“A nursery.” She shakes her head. “Cormac wanted to give the baby away.”
“To who?” My blood runs cold hearing this.
“A firehouse.” She swallows. “He said something about a safe haven law.”
“He did his homework.” I hide my anger, yet my neck is throbbing. “It’s true, he could have left the baby at one.”
“It didn’t get to that.” Ana calms me down with a kiss. “You’re my safe haven.”
“You’re mine now.”
After picking up our clothes and reassembling ourselves, we leave the safe room and I shut the door.
An array of colors from the rear stained-glass window shines like a dial on part of the attic.
“What’s under those tarps?” Ana asks.
I lift one. “Sophie’s crib and other furniture.”
She whisks it away. “This is beautiful. And a changing table, bassinet. We don’t need to shop for anything.”
“These were Sophie’s.” I run my hand along the lacquered white finish. “A boy needs something…stronger.”
“No.” She sounds sad. “This is all too much trouble.”
I stop her with my lips pressed against hers. “It’s not too much trouble. You’re not too much trouble.”
She opens for me and we fall into a deep kiss, which she breaks. “Liar. This is nothing but trouble. And work.”
“Anything good in life is work. And men like me love a little trouble.”
“Men like you?” Her inquisitive eyes peel me back for an answer.
With every day that passes this pull to become someone more like my brothers grows stronger and more undeniable.
“Kiss me again,” she begs, holding my face.
“My pleasure.” I devour her open mouth, warm and waiting for me.
“Cormac didn’t kiss me,” she whispers. “Said O’Rourke men don’t kiss sluts.”
