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Tugging him lower, I twined my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. He quickly took over, and our kiss turned heated, our tongues moving in unison with our hips. Lifting the hem of his shirt, I slid my hands up his back while I dug my heels into his butt, urging him on.
“Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby. Pretending to be your boyfriend was the best damn decision I’ve ever made.”
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I held on while he pounded in and out of me. “I’m close again.”
“Good,” he grunted, circling his hips. “I can’t fucking wait for you to milk the come from my cock until I fill you to overflowing. I want it to drip down your thighs, marking you as mine.”
His dirty talk was the last push I needed to toss me over the edge, and fireworks went off behind my eyes as I screamed his name. Brady rode me through it, not giving in to his own orgasm until I was a boneless heap beneath him. Then he made good on what he’d said, his cock jerking inside me while he filled me with his come. I didn’t have enough energy to complain about the mess when he was done, but I didn’t need to because he grabbed a damp washcloth later to clean me up without me having to say a word.
12
BRADY
“Brady, glad you could make it,” Roan said with a big smile as Talia and I walked out into the yard. “And so happy you brought something pretty for us to look at instead of your ugly mug.” I growled in warning, but he just laughed, then grunted when a towheaded toddler came barreling into his legs.
“Daddy!” she screeched as she clung to him. “No nap!”
Roan’s wife, Ava, came stomping up the steps to the deck, glaring at her youngest child. “Daddy isn’t going to save you, Carebear.”
Roan tried not to laugh as he hoisted Carrie up onto his hip. “You need to listen to your mother, baby girl,” he said sternly. Then he dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Lucas and Foster are already asleep, which means they’ll get up before you, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they eat all the ice cream.”
I snorted, remembering the last time their three-and-a-half-year-old twin boys were left alone with a carton of ice cream. When Roan returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, they’d not only devoured the entire carton but also covered themselves in ice cream.
Carrie heaved a long, dramatic sigh. “Okay, Daddy.” Then she reached for Ava, who carried her inside the house.
“Oh, the joys of parenthood,” Roan muttered with a twinkle in his eyes. He loved every minute of being a dad, and honestly, I was a little jealous. I couldn’t wait for Talia to grow round with our baby and become a family—midnight feedings, stinky diapers, and all.
“Bady!” a little voice screamed. I turned and crouched just in time to catch Sienna, Skye and Dempsey’s eighteen-month-old.
“Hey there, sugar,” I greeted as I stood, dangling her legs in front of me. I swung her around, and she shrieked happily, then I settled her on my hip. “Sienna,” I said as I turned toward Talia. “This is my girl, Talia.”
The soft expression on Talia’s face as she observed me with the little girl had heat stirring in my gut. Tonight, I was going to fill her pussy over and over until I made certain she was pregnant.
“Hi, Tali!” Sienna said brightly as she waved.
“Hey there, pretty girl,” Talia replied, beaming.
“Will you swing me?” Sienna asked with a hopeful grin.
Talia laughed. “You’re a little too big for me to do that. How about I push you on that swing set over there instead?”
Sienna clapped and wiggled for me to let her down. When I set her on her feet, she grabbed Talia’s hand and all but dragged her across the yard. I couldn’t take my eyes off my woman’s gorgeous face, especially with the radiance effervescing from her as she spent time with the sweet little girl.
“Looks like you found yourself a good one,” Lennox said as he came to stand by my side. His eyes were glued to his very pregnant wife, Brielle, sitting in a chair. She was watching her son, Baylor, swing while chatting with Talia.
“Good doesn’t come anywhere in the stratosphere of what Talia is,” I grunted. “She’s fucking amazing.”
Lennox turned to me and cocked his head to the side, drawing my eyes away from Talia. “You know you earned the QB spot solely on your performance, right?”
I nodded.
“I would never judge a player’s ability on the field by his personal life unless he was a fucking disaster, and it showed in his performance. However…” I raised an eyebrow, and he grinned. “It’s nice to see you putting down roots. That does factor into contract negotiations because I want to know my players are invested in the team. And it doesn’t hurt that the guys in relationships seem to play their best when their significant other is at the game.” He laughed and clapped me on the back before walking toward his wife.
I went down the steps, intent on being near Talia.
“Well, that was convenient.”
I stopped and glanced to my right. Trent, the other quarterback vying for Prentice’s position, leaned against the wooden slats around the deck, watching me with narrowed eyes.
