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My fingers are dug into her skin so deeply, I worry I’ve bruised her. Then a surprising thought hits me.I wish she wasn’t on birth control.

Regret washes over me, remembering how I told her I wouldn’t ever want to father a child with her, but her shaky hand reaches up and lazily strokes the side of my face in contentment.

We’re both catching our breath, awed that this just happened so quickly. Even though I just came, my cock is still hard inside of her, and I move inside of her lazily, enjoying her little tremors as she feels those ending jolts of her orgasm.

I slip my hand up her body and turn her chin so I can see her face. There’s a serene, happy smile stretching her lips and I’m so relieved she doesn’t seem to be unsure after all of this.

Kissing her lips lightly, I nip and suck at them until she has the energy to move her mouth under mine. Opening for me, our tongues touch and her shuddering sigh fills my lungs.

I could live off her breaths alone.

“Maybe someday, we’ll actually make it to a bed.” Her words are heavy, laced with sleepy desire.

Chuckling, I ease myself from her body and wince as clenches around the head of my cock just before we separate.

“Let’s shoot for round three in a bed. That way, I can take my time with you.”

She bites her lip to hide her smile, and I help her right her clothes, then tuck mystillpounding cock away.

A strand of hair falls across her cheek, so I use it as an excuse to touch her again, tucking it behind her ear. We kiss again where I pour out all my appreciation for her forgiveness into it.

“Want to go home?” I ask, pulling her into a hug.

Her arms wrap around my waist as she nods yes against my chest.

“I want to, very much.”

As we lock up my house, for the first time I feel no remorse leaving it behind. We climb into the truck and as soon as we’re on our way, Edith unbuckles her seatbelt to move next to me.

Laying her head against my shoulder, she gazes up at me.

“Thank you for loving me.”

With a wink, I pull her against me and enjoy her warm softness at my side. “You make it so damn easy.”

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Mason

Blakely – 2 months old

“Are you sure you want to go out now?” Jaxon asks me, picking Blakely up after changing her diaper. He blows on her stomach gently, her legs kicking and little fingers grabbing for his hair. Turning to face me, he winces when she gets a firm hold of a few strands, but he lets her tug until her heart’s content.

I’m standing in the doorway of her nursery, leaning against the frame. “Yeah. Edith is going with me. Just put her in one of those full body things so her arms and legs are all covered up, like that bag thing.”

Griffin snorts from the ground where he’s messing with the rocking chair in the corner. Edith said it felt like it was catching each time she rocked, so he’s trying to fix it up for her. “It’s called a sleep sack.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I keep an eye on Blakely as she wiggles and Jaxon does his best to coo at her and slip her into the bag thing I wanted. “No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is you ass—”

“You havegotto stop cussing around her! Break the habit now, otherwise her first word is going to be something we’ll have to apologize to Edith for,” Jaxon says with a smile in his voice. He’s kept his tone gentle as she stares at him while he’s moving her around.

“Fine. Blakely-Blake, darlin’ little love, I’m so sorry for cursin’ around your precious little ears. I’ll do my best to mince my words. Your daddy is just sometimes ridiculously stubborn and won’t admit when he doesn’t know somethin’.”

Scrubbing my face in annoyance, I decide to keep the peace for once. “Fine. I’ll believe you. Now, lemme have her.” I literally hold my hands out and make grabby hands for our little girl who’s already got me totally wrapped around her tiny, adorable little fingers.

Keeping his motions slow and controlled, Jaxon lifts her and cups her bottom to hold her against him as he brings her to me.