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“I’m right here, Goldy. And I’m not coming until you do. Let go for me.”

I didn’t bother pointing out that he and Lorenzo had already made me come three times before he ever slid inside of me.

He’d been there. And he knew it.

And I was still going to give him what he wanted. It was hard not to. I had a feeling Sincere could ask for the last breath in my lungs and I’d give it up, freely. Another part of me knew he would never ask because he was so used to sacrificing himself for others.

But I wanted to sacrifice for him. Wanted him to know that I wanted to take care of him the way he took care of everybody else.

Fuck, I loved this man.

Love and need and happiness rippled through me.

Sincere tucked my body against the front of his, grinding into me slowly.

I was so wet, the sound of his languid strokes echoed in the room, drawing me deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Goldyn, I can feel you squeezing me.” He freed a groan. “You feel so good.”

“You feel good too,” I choked out, just as my orgasm made a mess out of me.

I whined and Sincere captured the sound, licking into my mouth while Lorenzo ran kisses up and down his neck.

Wrung out, I didn’t fight the pleasure surging through me or the aftershocks that quickly followed.

“I love you,” I breathed, my hand on the side of his face while he watched me with a tender smile.

His dick swelled inside of me, and my sensitized walls spasmed around him. He dipped his head, kissing my chest, then my lips. “I know.”

“Then come for me.”

SEPTEMBER

Apprehension cloudedthe whisky orbs I loved as Goldyn rested her chin on my chest and peered up at me. It was my favorite way to be cornered by her. And there was nothing I could do about the smile tugging at my lips.

“I should just rip the bandage off, right?” Goldyn asked as we stood outside the only upscale restaurant in town, Noir. It was the same restaurant where Enzo, Sin, and I had celebrated Soulstice’s anniversary before going home to find the woman in front of me asleep on our couch.

Only two months had passed, but nothing in my life was the same. This woman had filled a sacred space in my heart and made it her home.

The Monday after Lorenzo got back from his business trip, Goldyn decided shedidwant to take that paternity test after all. He’d had someone come to the house and collect her samples before sending him to Chance’s office to do the same. By that Friday, the results were in our mailbox.

That was a week ago, and Goldyn still hadn’t opened the envelope to learn the truth.

Chance had agreed to let her set the pace, and dropped everything to come meet her today after two weeks of radio silence.

“I can do this,” Goldyn cheered herself on, trying to slide out of my embrace. But I held her to me, nodding as our eyes clashed.

“Yea, you can. You’re the bravest person I know.”

“Not brave enough to open an envelope and find out if he’s my dad,” she followed up.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re brave. Look at how you kept going after all your biggest losses. A lot of people don’t have it in them to move past it, but you do and you did. Every single time.” I bowed my head and kissed her, unable to resist the pull of her soft lips. “You went to college, even though you thought it was later than you should have. You graduated. You stood up for yourself to your doctor and got the surgery you needed. You converted a whole fucking van by yourself and traveled the country for two years in it. You danced in clubs where you didn’t know anybody. And now you’re opening the bookstore of your dreams because you never give the fuck up. You think a damn test result cancels all that out?”

Goldyn bit her lip, and I knew tears were about to start welling. But before they did, she got out a whispered, “I guess you were listening to me talk all those times I made you have lunch with me.”

“I’m never not listening to you, Goldyn. Even when it’s not your mouth doing the talking.”

In so little time, I’d conditioned myself to be in tune with her. I knew what her sighs meant. I knew what her eyes were saying before she ever said the words. I knew her excitement as well as I knew her fear. The only person I knew better was myself. I didn’t know how it happened, but I wasn’t mad at the turn of events. Some things were just meant to be.