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“Yes, Al. Only yours. Forever.”

With one final thrust he exploded into her, filling her up with his cum. Maybe one day he’d put a baby in there. But babies needed a lot of attention. They cried a lot. So he’d do that later, after they’d had a few years of interruption-free fucking.

Chapter 7

Jeannie awoke to the loud hum of an air conditioning unit and a hot body curled up behind her. Her body tensed as she recalled the night before. Marina and Christian finally tied the knot. Rose went into labor.

Crap! Rose!She reached for her phone and the arm around her chest pulled her back down.

“Not yet, Jeannie-girl,” Al’s voice rasped behind her, pressing his morning wood into her ass.

Al. Right, she’d also fucked her best friend. Totally crossed the line they’d been dancing around. And she enjoyed every single second.

“Hold on. I want to see if there’s an update.” She grabbed her phone and swiped through the notifications. “Al, look! Baby Isabella was born at 2:43 am and weighed—holy shit—nine pounds, eight ounces. She’s such a cutie! Look at those cheeks! I can’t wait to squeeze them.”

“Oh yeah? I can think of something I’d like to squeeze.” He grabbed the phone from her hand and tossed it onto the bedside table.

She sighed as his hand reached between her thighs and her body instantly responded. She opened her legs to give him easier access. He rubbed her clit, dipping a finger between her folds.

“Wet for me already? I should have been waking up to this years ago, but I’ll make up for it now.”

She whimpered when he removed his finger, but he chuckled.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got something better.” He pushed into her from behind. His strokes were slow and gentle, as if he were savoring the moment. He continued to stroke her clit in lazy circles, driving her wild with desire.

His lips brushed against her neck, peppering her in soft kisses. “You going to come for me, baby?”

“Mmm hmm.”

His pace quickened as they chased their climax together. His cock was thick and long. She was far from a blushing virgin, but he was hitting spots that no man had reached before. Her thighs quaked as her orgasm hit, and he followed soon after.

“Damn, girl. I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Love you, too.” They’d told each other that a hundred times. Back when Ben was the glue that held their friendship together, they’d said it. Three kids so starved for love, the only place they could find it was with each other. They’d said it to reassure each other when Ben went to prison and his loss left craters in their souls. But saying it now after a night of making—

“I’m going to run downstairs and grab some breakfast.” Al kissed her lightly on the lips before hopping out of bed. He dug around his bag for clothes, then slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

A lump formed in her throat as she watched him dress. She swallowed hard, trying to squash the feeling. Watching a man get dressed and walk out the door was nothing to get sad about. Did she think they were going to lie around naked in bed all day? Of course not. He paused as he reached for the door handle and turned around.

“My keys are on the dresser.” He nodded to the area next to the television where his keys were laid, along with his wallet and phone. “I’m coming back.”

“I knew that.” She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her relief with fake annoyance. Maybe it was time to try therapy. Clearly, her dad going to prison and her mom walking out had left her with some abandonment issues. Which was probably why she usually broke things off first.Jeannie blinked at the realization, shocked that she’d never put the two together before.

“Whatever you say, Jeannie-girl. Just make sure you don’t sneak off before I get back.”

He knew her so well. “I’m just going to take a shower. Now hurry, before the early birds take all the good stuff and we get stuck with bran muffins.”

“Oh no, the horrors!” Al’s laughter followed him as he left the room.

Jeannie climbed out of the bed, planning to go straight for the shower when her phone rang, vibrating loudly on the small table. Looking at the caller ID, she had a sinking feeling her morning was about to take a turn for the worse.

Chapter 8

Al balanced two coffee cups and a plate of breakfast pastries as he returned to the room he shared with Jeannie. The bedroom.

Growing up as they had, relationships were precious. Losing Ben had gutted them both, and the idea of anything happening to his relationship with Jeannie was terrifying. But now that they had finally taken that step, he wasn’t afraid anymore. Their foundation was solid. They already spent ninety percent of their time together. They knew the best and worst about each other. The only real difference was that now they got to have sex.

Fucking finally. Or was it finally fucking?He snorted a laugh and set the food on the counter.