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Legacy

The house is silent when I get home. I strip off my cut inside the door and walk upstairs, stopping at Bea’s room first. She’s sound asleep, not stirring when I give her a kiss on the top of her head.

Many nights, this is the only peace I get. My daughter dreaming of a world that’s hopefully better than this. Her quiet exhales ground my feet back to the earth and remind me why I do what I do.

As usual, she’s kicked off her blankets and is nestled between a couple dozen stuffed animals, so I shift them around to give her more room. She’s wearing a tutu over her pajamas, and she looks so sweet and peaceful. I don’t know what I did to get so lucky that I was blessed with her in my life, but I’ll do everything to make sure this little girl has all the love she needs.

“I love you, Honey Bea,” I whisper .

She won’t hear me, but maybe it will filter through her dreams.

When she rolls over, I slip back out of her room and down the hall. I’ve been sneaking into Reagan’s bed every night for the past few weeks, but there’s something different about knowing she’s in mine.

Knowing that I’ll be moving her clothes up here the second I have the chance, whether she realizes it or not. She still seemed to be a little in shock when I had to leave her earlier, but in my mind, this is it. She’s agreed to us, and I fully intend to live up to everything I promised.

I’m going to move her into my room.

My life.

I’m going to be honest about how I feel and stop holding back.

A few months ago, I almost bled out in the back of the van. What if I’d left things unsaid with Bea? What if something happened now, and I haven’t told Reagan what she really means to me?

She deserves to know that her walking into my life was a flower crawling up through cracks in the concrete. She brought beauty into my world.

I step into the bedroom and shut the door behind me. Reagan’s breathing is steady and deep. A calming sound after an adrenaline-fueled night.

The air is pungent with the scent of her lotion. Something floral and sweet that smells nice from the bottle, but on her skin, it’s something else entirely.

I’m tempted to crawl straight into bed, but I need a shower, so I slip into the bathroom to rinse off first.

When I step out, I notice there are two toothbrushes sitting in the cup on the counter. She must have gotten ready up here, and that blooms something warm in my chest.

Reagan doesn’t stir as I slip into bed and curl up behind her. Her warm skin presses flush with mine. She’s wearing her usual tank top and sleep shorts that barely cover anything, while I’m in my boxer briefs and nothing else.

“Jesse?” She sounds half asleep as her hand finds mine, splayed across her stomach.

“It’s me, sweetheart. Just got home.” I kiss the back of her bare shoulder.

She hums, still halfway dreaming as she rubs my arm with her hand. Her hips move back, pressing against me. I should probably feel guilty that she’s met with my rock-hard cock, but that’s what she does to me.

The smell of her.

The sight of her.

The taste of her.

If there’s a god, he plucked Reagan from Eden just to make her mine.

“I missed you.” Her voice is quiet and whispered and beautiful.

I love her honesty so damn much. She’s never held back when it comes to me. From that first time we faced off with each other in the clubhouse to earlier tonight, she has always told me exactly what’s on her mind. She’s so strong that she makes me weak as fuck in the best way.

“I missed you too.” I kiss her shoulder again, continuing the path until I reach her spine. “I like coming home to you in our bed.”

“ Our bed…” Even if I can’t see her face, I can hear the smile in her tone. “I like that.”

Her fingers grip my wrist as she drags my hand down her stomach, over the curve of her hip, before slowly aiming me between her thighs. Her ass grinds against me. Slow, sleepy movements that are as sexy as they are intimate.

“Touch me, Jesse.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I dip my hand under the band of her pajamas and find the slick heat that welcomes me. I take my time like I could spend all night touching her. I drag a finger through her core slowly, teasing pressure when I reach where she’s desperate.

I roll gentle circles on her clit, appreciating every wiggle. Her breathing gets uneven as her body slowly starts to wake. She writhes against me. A slow build that starts to crest.

Feeling Reagan fall apart is like watching something come together inside me. Everything could be out of order, but she makes sense. Her breaths are unsteady, slowly starting to stutter. Her movements are gentle, then more frantic as her nails dig into the back of my hand.

I give her what she needs, driving my fingers low and deep inside her, imagining how her pussy feels when it’s wrapped around my cock.

Like if heaven were home .

Dragging my nose up the back of her neck, I breathe her in. I fuck her with my fingers and work my thumb until her pants turn to moans. She turns her face to the pillow and buries her cries.

Reagan’s climax shutters her composure. Her body shakes, and she’s practically vibrating in my grip. With my fingers still knuckle-deep inside her, I start kissing every inch of skin I can reach. I feel every final pulse of her climax and memorize it.

“Reagan…” I brush my lips against the shell of her ear.

“Hmm?” She still sounds so sleepy and peaceful.

“I love you.”

Her core clenches at my confession. The sound of her gasp fills the room. Every part of her reacts, and I’m glad I picked this moment to say that.

In the darkness.

In the quiet.

I’m able to read her body’s reaction instead of her face. As beautiful as it is, there’s something about feeling her response that hits differently.

Reagan looks over her shoulder, finally blinking awake fully. “I love you too, Jesse King.”

Her body reacts to that too. She’s so wet; my fingers slip right out of her as she rolls around and slides out of her shorts and underwear, climbing to straddle me. Her tank top is the next to go, and even in the darkness of the room, the moon lights her curves. Her full tits and hips are an hourglass over me. She’s soft and lush to sink my fingers into .

Reagan’s eyes lock on mine as she lifts and pulls my cock out, stroking it as she teases the head with her paradise. And then she’s sinking down over me, taking every inch as she seats herself.

The sight of her body taking me has my eyes rolling into my head. I’m gripping her with an intensity that will leave marks on her thighs. But as she grabs my shoulders, with her perfect breasts hanging over my face, I can’t find it in me to care.

I tease her nipples with my tongue. Moving from one to the other.

My hands caress her sides, and we explore each other. While my palms drift over her hips and sides, hers drag down the center of my chest. She rides me with slow strokes that tingle down to my toes. It’s a quiet exploration of kisses, touches, and skin in the darkness.

As much as I love watching her ride my cock, and seeing her lift and lower, I love it even more when she leans in to kiss me. Her breasts brush my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, taking over the movement as I piston my hips upward. Her thighs grip my sides, and she moans into my mouth.

I’m feeling and breathing in every inch of her, and as she gets close, she’s gripping my cock so tight I’m surprised I don’t black out.

Her movements meet mine, and we’re one in a way I’ve never been with anyone else. Because as her eyes look into mine, I don’t just feel her body but her soul. Her beliefs. The core of what makes her who she is.

The center of her heart .

The truth of what we can be together.

And as she falls over the edge and her eyes seal shut, it’s so intense that I chase after her, bursting over that ledge and absorbing every pulse as she rides hers out.

It’s the best feeling in the world.

Reagan collapses against my chest. It’s trust and truth. Her body with mine. Her heart with mine.

“Well, that’s one way to wake up.” She giggles against my chest, and it’s the sweetest sound.

“Too much?”

“Never.” She lifts, looking down at me with a smile before rolling to the side to catch her breath. “You love me, huh?”

I look over at her, unable to bury my grin. “I did say that.”

“And did you mean it?”

“Fuck yes.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Good.”

“Lie down. Relax. I’ll be right back.” I hop off the bed to get her water and a warm towel.

Stepping into the bathroom, I grab a towel and run the water until it’s warm. Taking care of her is almost as big of a turn-on as her taking care of me. Once the cloth is damp, I wring it out. But as I’m about to step back, the box for a pregnancy test in the trash catches my attention.

Reaching down, I pick it up, standing frozen with all the things we haven’t been saying. She’s tried to tell me she’s not on birth control multiple times. I cut her off every single time because I didn’t want to hear it. Because long before I was willing to admit to myself what I wanted to create with her, my body knew it.

I carry the towel and the box out of the room and walk over to the bed. Her smile brightens when she meets my gaze but slowly falls as she spots what I’m holding in my hand.

“I meant to say something before you saw that.” She sits up taller, her eyes widening as she pulls the blanket over her chest. “I’m not on anything, and I wasn’t feeling well, so I thought maybe…” Her nerves are causing her voice to shake. “I’m not pregnant if that makes you feel better. It was negative. And I was going to tell you we can start using something before you came to bed—”

“Reagan.” I set the box down and climb onto the bed, stripping the blanket off her. “I didn’t ask you if you were on anything because I didn’t care if you were or not. I was well aware of what we were doing. Were you?”

“Yes,” she admits, sinking back onto the pillows as I climb over her and rest between her legs. “I know that sounds ridiculous. And you weren’t ready for anything. But I couldn’t help but think, what if…”

“I know.” And it’s completely reckless, too fast, and everything else she said, but I can’t find it in me to care. “You said it was negative?”

She nods, biting her lip.

I hum, kissing the center of her throat, slowly moving down her body. “That’s too bad, sweetheart. Guess I’m going to have to keep trying.”

Her back arches as I grab her breast roughly, burying my face between them .

“You mean that?”

“With every bone in my body.” I squeeze her until she moans. “So, if you don’t want me knocking you up, you’re going to have to tell me to stop until you go get on something. Are you going to tell me to stop, Reagan?”

I look up at her, and the heat that flashes in her eyes rivals the look she has when she’s so turned on that she can barely handle it.

“No.”

“Good.” I lift, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto all fours so I can line myself up. “Then we should get started.”

Instead of cleaning her up, I fuck her all night long.

Fuck her until she’s dripping with my cum.

And I’m going to continue fucking her until we have a family so big our love multiplies to the point where our hearts outgrow our ribs.

Until we build everything I didn’t want until I fell in love with this woman.