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Kelsey

I followed Sam’s direction, not hesitating to get on my hands and knees. He held his hard cock, fuck, how was he even hard again? Positioning himself between my legs, he shifted my hips back and rubbed the head against my damp slit.

“Ready? I’m not going easy, Kels.”

“Please…”

“Please, what?”

“Please fuck me,” I cried out as he slammed into me from behind, giving me no time to adjust. He thrust in and out.

My mind went blank; my only awareness was of the fullness and sensation as I quickly built toward an orgasm.

I had never been able to get off in this position, but with Sam, it all worked, everything worked.

“Oh my God, Sam. I’m coming,” I cried out as the waves of my orgasm pulsed through me, and I collapsed on my elbows.

Sam flipped me over, tearing the rest of the lingerie from my body. I stared wistfully at the torn fabric as Sam latched onto my nipple, my breasts now painfully engorged.

“Easy,” I rasped out. “You’re gonna get more than a little taste.” Right on cue, my milk let down, and Sam got a mouthful as my other breast sprayed. Embarrassed, I quickly covered the milk spray with my hand.

Once Sam realized what I was doing, he removed my hand, settled his mouth on mine, and lifted my hips, entering me once more.

“Kelsey, I don’t care if we’re both covered with milk at the end of this.

I care that you went somewhere else; you’re worried about what I would think about you.

I love you and everything you and your body have done.

So, get out of your head and get back in the here and now with me. ”

If his words hadn’t worked to take me out of my head, the feel of him inside me did.

His mouth met mine, and his tongue matched the tempo as we moved together.

My hands roamed his back, clutched his ass, and my nails scratched his skin as I met him thrust for thrust, both building toward another release.

“Sam!” I yelled his name as I felt the first tremors of my orgasm, and he groaned, breaking off our kiss as he also went over the edge.

We both lay there, him still inside me as we caught our breath. The milk that had accidentally been expressed had grown cold and sticky, along with the dried remnants of the facial Sam had lovingly provided.

“We need a shower, babe. And I need to pump, or else I’m going to need to wake Crew up and feed him.”

“What’s first?”

“Pump.”

He pulled out of me, grabbed a towel, and helped me wipe the moisture between my legs.

He strolled across the room, my gaze locked onto his round muscular ass.

“Damn, I can’t tell if I prefer you coming or going,” I joked, and he rewarded me by flexing his ass muscles rhythmically, causing them to move up and down.

“Where is the breast pump?” he asked, lifting the bags I’d left on the bureau.

“It’s in that one,” I pointed to the black bag on the left while I sat on the bed and looked for an electrical outlet.

Once he brought it to me, he settled next to me on the bed while I situated the pump on both my breasts and asked, “Are you sure you’re up to watch this? It might ruin the entire illusion.”

“Do I strike you as someone who’s squeamish?”

“Sam, I can’t figure you out half the time. But somehow, I met this amazing, hot as fuck boyfriend who doesn’t even flinch as he shreds nearly two thousand dollars of lingerie off my body while at the same time having mind-blowing sex.” She sighed, “And I’m pretty sure he loves my son, too.”

“He does,” Sam says without hesitation. “Speaking of Crew, I set up a meeting with a private investigator for when we return to Boston. I’m in deep with you, Kelsey, and I see a future with us as a family. If I have the means to try and find his biological father, I need to try.”

Fear flooded through my veins, and my eyes darted to Sam’s.

“But, Sam, what if he wants to take him?” While not knowing Tom’s last name was true, I had selfishly loved having Crew to myself.

Yes, it was a lot of work, scary as hell, and incredibly lonely, but Crew was mine and mine alone.

I had started to share him with Sam, but we were both getting to know him and learning to trust him.

Crew’s father might share DNA with my son, but he was a stranger, an abstract.

Sam shook his head, “That’s not going to happen.

He may want to know him and spend time with him, but no judge would look at you as his mother and think anyone would do a better job at this.

And I would go bankrupt before I would let that happen.

He can help us find him, and then you can make the call on what to do. ”

I found it impossible not to gain some measure of reassurance in Sam’s statement, “So even if he finds him, I don’t need to tell him?”

“Not right now, but if I ever planned to adopt Crew, we would need him to sign away his parental rights.”

“Even if his name isn’t on the birth certificate?” I had left the father blank on the birth worksheet. Only having his father’s first name made it a little challenging to fill in his name.

“Yes.”

“You’ve already checked into this?” I asked incredulously. Here I was, wondering if I could leave a couple of changes of clothing behind at Sam’s place, and he had checked adoption laws, just in case.

“I did. I haven’t dated anyone seriously, as I’ve told you before.

I had reasons related to my parents and my experiences of being caught in the fallout of their disastrous marriage.

I met you, and I felt ready to take the risk.

I needed to look into all possibilities because I knew losing either of you wouldn’t be something I could recover from.

So yes, I’m at least four steps ahead, but Crew’s existence makes that necessary. ”

Sam’s green eyes searched my face for a reaction, and I knew he wanted reassurance that he hadn’t overstepped. “You’d want to be a father to Crew?”

“You guys are a package deal. There is no way to separate my feelings for you from mine for him. But the more I get to know you, the more I wish that it had been me that you’d met in Cancun.

I wish I’d been there through every single day of your pregnancy.

I wish I’d held your hand and coached you when you gave birth to him and cut the cord.

And while I will never get that, knowing how I feel for missing it, I could never prevent another man from knowing and loving him.

But I would destroy that man if he did anything to hurt either one of you. ”

In Sam, I recognized fear as one of the drivers of his actions. He feared losing us, the same as I feared what would happen if and when we found his biological father.