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“I’m gonna come, Raf. Fuck, I’m gonna…”
I paid attention to her, shoving a finger inside her hole as her thighs locked around my head, her clit thrumming and pulsating as her orgasm thrashed through her. She yelped, her muscles tightening, and then she went limp, her body trying to process what just happened. But I wouldn’t let it, not when I was as hard as a fuckin’ rock.
“Ready?” I asked, but I wasn’t expecting a response, not that I got one. I held her up, my hands digging into her ass as I lifted myself and lined my cock up at her entrance. I didn’t know what possessed me to look up, but when I did, I saw her eyes focused in on me.
It was unnerving, almost too much as the head of my cock pushed into her entrance, oh so slowly.
I didn’t look away from her, and neither did she as I slowly entered her as far as I could. I sat there for a second, taking her all in, her pussy wrapped around my cock, her hands moving to her chest and tweaking her nipples, but most of all, it was the way she was staring at me, like she was in a daze but also seeing everything clearly for the first time.
And I knew how she felt because that was all I could think about too. Why was everything fuzzy but crystal clear at the same time? Why did it feel oh so right when I was near her but also a little wrong?
I swallowed, not sure where my thoughts were coming from as I pulled out of her nearly all the way. Her pussy clamped down on me just as I was at the edge, and then I pushed back in, creating a slow but steady rhythm.
My cock was getting harder—I had no idea how that was fuckin’ possible right then—and I was being erratic, feeling her G-spot at the head of my cock when I went in at a certain angle. And every time I hit it, the noise she made was unlike anything I’d ever heard before.
“That’s it, baby,” she groaned, her hands reaching out and resting on my stomach.
“Fuck, mama,” I gritted. “Say that again.”
“Say what?” she asked, fluttering her lashes up at me as she squeezed around my cock and whispered, “Baby?”
I threw my head back and rammed my cock inside her so hard that she moved up the bed. But I just followed her because her words had tipped me over the edge…threw me into oblivion as I came so damn hard, squirting my come inside her, and marking her as mine for all eternity.
CHAPTER 9
PEYTON
I probably looked like an absolute creeper staring at Rafael, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d only had three hours sleep, and now the birds were singing outside, light shining through a gap in my window. Any minute now the boys would be waking at their usual six a.m., so I knew I only had a short amount of time until this was over—until Rafael’s arm wasn’t wrapped around me, his fingers curved into my hip, holding me in place against him.
Sighing, I closed my eyes for just the briefest of seconds, memorizing the feel of being safe in his arms. If I never had this sensation again, then I was good with that because I had it now, and it was enough…more than enough.
“Mmmm,” his deep tone reverberated in my ear. “If I woke up like this every morning, I’d be the happiest man on the planet.” His gruff, morning voice had me squeezing my legs together, wetness coating my folds. Dammit.
“Is that right?” I whispered, opening my eyes and seeing him staring directly at me, just like I had with him only moments ago.
“Yeah.” His hand wandered from my hip to between my legs, but I trapped it there, stopping him in his tracks.
“Can’t,” I said, shaking my head. “The boys will be awake so—”
As if on cue, Reed’s crying started, so loud that it was sure to wake everyone up in the house.
“Fuck,” Raf whispered, burrowing his face in my neck and breathing me in. “I wanna touch you.” He emphasized his point by wiggling his fingers, managing to push one through my folds. “Damn, you’re wet, mama.”
My breath caught in my throat, Reed’s cries getting louder as everything in me wanted to open my legs and let Raf do to me what we were both desperate for. But I couldn’t. I had responsibilities. My sons came first, always.
Shaking my head, I pulled myself away from Raf, my naked body on full display for him as I hopped out of my bed and threw on the closet thing I could find—Raf’s T-shirt.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Peyton.” He groaned, throwing his arm over his face. “Are you trying to kill me looking like that?”
Grinning, I felt my cheeks heat. I hadn’t even thought about it, just needing something to cover me so I could go in to Reed, but the soft material felt like velvet against my skin, and the unmistakable sandalwood scent of Rafael was an added bonus.
“Nah,” I said, spinning around, then opening my bedroom door. “You’re no use to me dead.” I winked, not thinking twice as I rushed over to Reed’s room, hearing Raf’s laugh behind me. I wasn’t sure whether it was just the sound of it, or the combination of him still lying in my bed, but butterflies swarmed in my stomach, a calmness washing over me that I hadn’t felt in such a long time, not since I was a kid.
Everything in me wanted to analyze every second from the time he’d knocked on my door last night, but I didn’t have a chance, not with changing Reed, getting him dressed, then waking Kian up. I was going back and forth between their rooms and the bathroom, getting them both sorted out, and Raf still hadn’t exited my room.
I didn’t think too deeply about it though, not as we headed downstairs and I got breakfast started.
“Scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast today, boys,” I announced, plating up the eggs and placing them on the table. Kian was sitting on a small booster seat so that he could reach the table, and Reed was still firmly in his highchair, although he’d already tried to escape countless times.
