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REED

I can’t believe I came in my pants like a fucking teenager, but at least I remained hard enough to fuck her senseless afterward. When I heard the fuckwits voice with my cock deep inside my woman, it spurred me on to fill her once again. The insane need to consume her forced me to become feral. Sweat drips from my forehead and my blood races as I slowly pull out of her swollen pussy.

She’s filled with my cum, and it drips from her when I withdraw my cock. Like a magnet, my fingers are there swiping up the remnants of a sight so powerful my chest constricts and my bloodstream fills with pride. I bring my fingers to her bump, painting it with my possession, and write the only word that extenuates my feeling toward them both. “Mine,” I whisper and coat her skin in my ownership.

She gasps as her startled eyes meet mine, then she shoves me away. I bristle at her breaking the moment, one so profound it’s changed my life.

How can she push it aside so easily?

“I need to get to Bryce’s practice.” She drops her feet to the floor and begins to dress, pissing me off at dismissing us so quickly. “At some point, we need to talk about”—her eyes meet mine and a flash of uncertainty crosses over her face—“this.” She gestures toward her stomach.

I nod and sigh when she simply covers my mark with her dress instead of wiping it off. A smile spreads across my face at the thought, and triumph rushes through me.

“My boxers are fucking drenched,” I grumble, and tuck my spent cock into my pants.

My gaze never leaves her as she slides the long black dress into place, then adjusts it to hug her bump. I have the distinct feeling to pull her toward me to place a kiss on her forehead, nose, and then her lips, but instead, I finish buckling my belt. When she grabs her purse, I’ve already made my decision. I’m going to practice too, and I will find out what the hell this Tyson prick feels toward my woman and baby.

Perhaps he needs to be put in his place, and I intend on being the person to do just that.