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“Yes,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet each thrust. “God yes, Cannon. Harder.”

I flipped her over suddenly, manhandling her onto her stomach. Before she could catch her breath, I yanked her ass up and drove back into her from behind, the new angle making her cry out.

“Whose pussy is this?” I demanded, one hand tangled in her hair, pulling just enough to arch her back. My other hand came down hard on her ass, leaving a red handprint on her smooth skin.

“Yours,” she moaned, pushing back against me. “It’s all yours.”

I slapped her ass again, harder this time, watching as the flesh jiggled beneath my palm. “I can’t hear you.”

“YOURS!” she screamed, her body shaking. “Fuck, Cannon, I’m gonna come again.”

I reached around, finding her clit with my fingers. “Not yet,” I ordered, slowing my pace. “Not until I say so.”

I worked her clit in slow circles, keeping her right on the edge while I continued to thrust into her at a torturous pace. Her breathing grew ragged, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please let me come.”

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” I asked, speeding up my fingers on her clit.

“Yes, yes, anything,” she promised, desperate now.

I leaned down, my chest pressed against her back, my lips at her ear. “Come for me now, Queen. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my dick.”

Her body convulsed beneath mine, her walls clamping down so tight around me I nearly lost it. She screamed my name, her face pressed into the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her.

I felt myself drifting asleep but before I did, she whispered, “I love you.”

I had never felt more at peace with anyone before.

Chapter 46

Queen

I woke to the sound of little boy voices and Cannon’s deep rumble. For a disorienting moment, I couldn’t remember where I was—the luxury hotel suite was too pristine, too perfect to feel real. Then yesterday crashed back like a tidal wave: Reese’s suicide, the boys’ tear-stained faces, Cannon holding it all together by a thread.

Rolling over, I reached for him, but his side of the bed was empty. Just warm sheets and the lingering scent of his cologne. I sat up, listening to the domestic sounds filtering in from the suite’s living room.

“Uncle Cannon, is this shirt okay?” That was Hunter, his voice higher than his brother’s.

“Perfect, little man. Now grab your backpack while I help Josiah with his shoes.”

I slipped out of bed, pulling on Cannon’s t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh on me. When I padded into the living room, the sight before me stopped me in my tracks.

Cannon was kneeling in front of Josiah, tying the little boy’s sneakers with a concentration that made something in my chest tighten. Hunter stood nearby, his small backpack clutched inhis hands, both boys dressed in fresh clothes Cannon must have bought last night while I was sleeping.

None of them noticed me at first, and I took a moment to just watch. Cannon’s massive frame made the boys look even smaller, but there was something so natural about the way he spoke to them, the way he spoke softly but firmly, the way his hands I’d seen knock men unconscious could be so gentle with those little fingers.

“We gotta hurry,” Cannon said, standing up. “The meeting with CPS is at ten, and I want us to be early. Shows we’re serious.”

Hunter spotted me first. “Miss Queen! You’re awake!”

Cannon turned, his eyes softening when they landed on me. Even with the weight of yesterday etched in the lines of his face, he managed a small smile.

“Morning, baby,” he said. “Sorry if they woke you. We’re heading out to meet with child protective services. They need to interview me, check my background, make sure I’m fit to take custody of the boys.”

I walked over, ruffling Hunter’s hair. “You look handsome this morning. Both of you do.”

“Uncle Cannon bought us new clothes,” Josiah said proudly, doing a little twirl to show off his outfit.