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“Take a deep breath.” He nods. “C’mon, deep breath.”

I nod my head and take a few deep breaths. “Troy’s in jail.”

“And going to prison,” Dean adds. “Archie’s in bed, but if you head in there real quick, you may be able to catch him before he dozes.

” His eyes hold mine for a moment, and I know something serious is coming.

“Troy pushed Archie into the table, but the kid is tough. Doesn’t even have a mark.

Still, right here,” he says, motioning past his own bruises to indicate where Archie fell.

I can’t help but reach out and touch his eye, gently. “I’m so sorry, Dean.”

He smiles. “Everything is going to be okay. More than okay. Silver lining: we have no one to worry about anymore, alright?”

I nod.

“I’ll start a nice hot shower for us, alright?

Come join me after you give Archie a kiss.

” He helps me to my feet, and unties the apron at my back, tossing it into the hamper.

Then he kneads my shoulders a few times before kissing my cheek, and I find myself in the hall, headed toward Archie’s room.

I push the door open and hear his soft snore.

At his bed, I kneel down and push hair from his forehead.

Dean’s right. There’s no mark, but I kiss the spot anyway, and kiss his cheeks, temple, and hands.

And even though we’ve already said goodnight, I go to Rawley’s room and tell him how proud I am of him for standing up for his brothers today, how good he did, and I hug him, too.

The same goes for Tanner, and by the time I make it back to my room, all the hugs and kisses I have left are for Dean.

I don’t bother with my clothes, I pull open the shower door and step inside, sink my fingers into the sides of his hair and tug his face down to mine. My tongue parts his lips as it slips inside, writhing against his as we find ourselves moaning and clawing at one another.

“I should’ve told you this before, but I love you Dean. I love you so much and I’m so grateful for you, and your big heart, and your patience. Everything, Dean, I appreciate and love everything about you. You’re a good man, and we’re so lucky to have you.”

His lips crash down on mine and the rest of the shower is spent washing one another—after undressing me—while listening to Dean tell me he loves me.

He kisses my neck as he washes my shoulders, whispering, “I love you, too, Clara June.” While kneading soap into my scalp, he nibbles my earlobe, and tells me he loves me.

And kneeling at my feet, washing my legs, he looks up, blinking through the water, and tells me how beautiful I am, and how lucky he is to be with me.

We get out, and he lays me on the bed, covering every inch of my flesh with his mouth. He crawls between my legs, whispers for me to stay quiet, and eats me to orgasm three times .

The first one comes quickly, my toes are curling and I’m cupping my hand to my mouth in less than a minute.

The second takes only a minute longer, as he licks my clit and slides three thick fingers in and out of me.

I’m so quiet that all I can hear is my arousal, and his tongue and fingers working on me.

It’s so hot, but also… tonight feels different.

It feels like this is what we’ll be like forever.

Sneaking in hot sex sessions while the boys sleep, tenderly and erotically taking each other apart and putting one another back together in the privacy of this little room.

The third orgasm comes faster than the first, because it comes with a promise.

Dean rolls me onto my shoulders, and places his cock over my pussy, sliding it through my lips, nudging my clit.

“After this one, I’m going to make love to you, Clara June.

I’m going to slowly fuck you, make you feel good, talk you through the pain, kiss you everywhere, and fuck you so good that you can’t think straight.

I’m going to give you everything I have, and we’re gonna make a baby together. ”

He tugs back his foreskin and jerks his hips back, driving his cock through my folds, head first. He’s slippery and rock hard, precum beading at the head, his balls heavy against my bare ass.

“I’m gonna fuck you, mama, every night. I’m gonna fuck you until you’re pregnant with my baby, until you have a belly full of me,” he says as I come, my pussy spasming from the friction on my clit, from his mouth, from everything he makes me feel.

He lowers me to the mattress, and climbs over me, missionary, eye to eye. “I love you, and if you need a break, you tell me, okay?”

I nod, but I know no matter what, I’m going to take all of him.

I need him. If it comes with pain, then I will learn to love, adore and cherish pain.

Because I would do anything for him, the way he does anything for us.

“Please, I just… I need you, Dean,” I tell him plainly, though tears still leak from my eyes.

“I need you to fuck me now, I can’t wait any longer. ”

He nips at my lips, then sucks on my nipple for a moment, before finding my mouth again.

“Can I put my baby inside you tonight, Clara June? I wanna fuck you, baby, I love you so much. I wanna fuck you and unload in you and watch you grow, watch you give us more life, more love. Can you do that for me, mama? Can you let me fuck you real good, then give me a baby? Hmm?”

Drunkenly, obsessively, in an utter Dean haze, I nod my head.

“Yes, yes, Dean, please,” I beg, and I’m not simply agreeing in the heat of the moment.

I’ve always wanted a big family, and I have had ample time to think about this—about having more kids with Dean.

We love each other, and he’s shown me that before he ever said the words.

I’m ready to build a life with him, in our way, in a different order than everyone else.

“I love you, yes, please, give me your baby, fuck me, because I’ll evaporate if you don’t. ”

The first few inches hurt the most, and he tells me how good I’m doing.

Then pain sets in. I feel like I’m tearing, though Dean assures me that I’m not.

Every few strokes, he tips his head down, looking between our naked bodies to confirm that I am intact, not broken, not torn, and definitely not bleeding.

When he sinks the last few inches inside, I can hardly speak.

I'm so full, my hips burning, my stomach full of pressure.

He talks me through it as he continues to slowly stroke in and out of me, praising me as he presses kisses to my breasts, throat, neck, chin, lips and forehead.

“You’re doing so good, mama.”

“Fuuuuck, it’s so hot how well you take me.”

“You were born to take this cock, Clara June. ”

“Oh, fuck, mama, you’re perfect. You’re doing perfectly.”

His strokes grow a bit faster, a bit sloppier, and his throat fills with thick lines of strain as his jaw pulls tight. “ Fuuuuck ,” he groans before kissing me again.

He lifts his head from mine, and captures my eyes.

“You ready, mama?” he asks, his groin nipping mine in tiny thrusts.

I nod my head, and despite the intensely full feeling, there is so much pleasure.

My legs pull further apart to give him room as he pumps faster, chasing his orgasm. “I’m gonna come, baby, you ready?”

“Yes,” I manage, “I wanna feel you. Please, let me feel you.” I’m so desperate to know what Dean feels like when he has an orgasm, that tears sting my eyes.

He thrusts, crashes his mouth to mine, and his cock flexes, twitches, and begins pulsing out thick streams of cum, one after the other.

I find myself orgasming the moment I feel him, so turned on by his massive cock pulsing inside me, knowing his cum is spraying deep, that we’re as close to one as we’ve ever been.

When he feels that I’ve met him in climax, he groans, then brings our mouths together.

We stay in a sweaty heap for almost an hour. He softens inside me, and I’m sore for sure, but he feels so good on top of me, inside of me. We stay like that, and every few minutes I clench around him and he kisses my cheek.

Finally he pulls out, pressing a towel between my legs before gathering up a pair of pajama pants and one of his t-shirts.

He dresses me, then moves around the room, rustling through his stuff before finally pulling pants on himself, and slips into bed.

I am in his arms and against his chest immediately.

“I meant it all,” he says, breaking the quiet, his voice low.

“I want to grow our family. I love you, and I want it all with you and the boys.” He weaves his hand into mine, the one that was on his chest, and as I’m telling him that I feel the exact same way, he slips a ring onto my finger, and holds my hand over my face for me to see.

“Marry me, Clara June. The boys already gave their blessing. If you want to talk to them first, I understand.” He kisses the side of my neck as tears spring to my eyes. “I love you all and I want you all to be mine.”

An ugly cry brims, but I push it down, and roll to straddle him, taking his face in my hands. “Yes.”

We make love again, this time on our sides. We don’t talk or moan, our bodies move rhythmically together, and I welcome his size with slightly more ease, though it still burns and stretches me. We come together, and I come again when I feel his cum slip down my thighs afterward.

He wipes me up, he brings me water, and my fiancé holds me in his loving arms while we fall asleep.