Page 55 of Breaker

Shaking my head, I stretch once more, before scratching my bared chest. I'm in my home office, spending as much time as possible with Quinn since she finally opened up to me. She continues to see her therapist, though Tats' momma, who is a therapist, offered to take over. My girl refused; between her therapist and her dad, she's being more open toward me.

I'm finally getting my girl back.

Sighing, I check my desk drawer and smile at the ring box. My girl has a lot of surprises coming her way. She's currently trying to find a cheap apartment to rent, but the woman doesn't realize I won't allow that. Come next week, when her father's off, he'll be helping me move all her belongings here.

It's time we get us to where we should have been. Her living in my home, my ring on her finger, and, hopefully, a sibling for our boy in her belly. I've already requested the adoption papers for her for Noah, and I may have swapped her birth control pills for vitamins, and was very happy she decided not to get the Depo shot again.

Will she kill me after finding out? Maybe, but I don't give a shit. I need her tethered to me always.

I shut my laptop down before rounding my desk and heading out of my office, wanting my eyes on my girl. After a week of officially being together again, I feel whole. Since Noah was discharged from the hospital, she's been right where I need her—here with me.

I leave my office and turn left into the kitchen, where music is playing loudly. I grin when I walk into the room, and lean against the doorframe, watching my girl slowly frost the chocolate cake on the black marble counter.

Her light, golden blond hair is in a messy knot on her head. She has no makeup on and is in nothing but my shirt, looking fucking delicious, though, she'd look a hell of a lot better without the shirt, my name she had tattooed on her ribcage a few months ago on display.

Fuck, I swear my cock and heart wept seeing it. How I missed seeing it last month, I'll never fucking know.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare?" she asks as she bends and pipes little flowers at the bottom of the cake.

Apparently, Kennedy needs a cake for the journey back to New York.

"Right now, Goldie, I'm just loving the fucking view," I reply, causing her to tilt her head my way, grinning.

God, I'm so proud of this woman. She's battling her fears—you can see it in her eyes, but her love for me and our boy is pulling her through.

We consume her, and she's finally allowing it.

She returns to piping icing with a loving smile on her beautiful face, and my body automatically pulls toward her. I push off the doorframe and walk over to her.

Gently, I run my hands over her hips, pulling them back so she can feel what she's doing to me, making her giggle a little, then stutter, "A-Alex…."

I grin and lean over her, gently kissing her neck and making her sigh in contentment.

Fuck, she's perfect.

I look over her shoulder at the cake and smile, before kissing her cheek. I’m loving this closeness with her, when something cold hits my cheek. I raise a brow at Quinn, who has tilted her head my way, her eyes showing mischief, and I rasp, "Did you just wipe chocolate frosting on my face?"

She bites her lip before whispering, "No…." making me grin.

While keeping eye contact, I move my hand from her waist, and dig two fingers into the bowl next to the cake, causing her to squeal and quickly twist out of my hold. This makes me laugh before chasing her. She runs around the kitchen island before we have a standoff.

Her fucking smile lights up the room.

"I just want to have a kiss, Goldie," I lie.

She snorts at my words and says, "Sure…."

I chuckle and run to the left of the island, making her go to the right. I quickly swerve right instead, making her gasp and turn, but I catch her around the waist before rubbing my fingers down the side of her neck, making her squeal and giggle as she bends forward in my hold.

I laugh as her head turns my way, and she grins. Right here, right now, the look she’s giving me, I know we will be good. I lean forward and catch her lips with mine, making me moan as my tongue enters her mouth, tasting the chocolate she clearly sampled.

I turn her in my arms, keeping my mouth on hers, my tongue tasting her as I grip her juicy ass and lift her. She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist as I sit her on the kitchen island. My fingers go to the shirt, and I gently lift it over her head, breaking the kiss to slide my lips down her neck as I throw the shirt on the floor. I lick the chocolate frosting off her skin and suck her flesh, marking her, then move my tongue down her neck and chest before meeting her nipple, my lips taking the bud into my mouth. I gently nip it before rubbing my tongue around it, and then moving my mouth to her other one.

I show it just as much attention as my fingers go to her laced panties. I hook my fingers around the fabric near her cunt, feeling how wet she is as I tear the fabric from her body. She grips my hair, holding on as I lift my head and take her mouth with mine.

I grab her messy top knot, untying it so I can grip her hair while I tuck her body into mine.

She moans as her nipples brush against my chest, and her hands move to my shorts. She hooks her fingers through them and pushes them past my ass. I blindly move my hips, my cock hitting her wet entrance, and I thrust forward, making her gasp against my lips.

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