Page 178 of The Betrayal

I hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and I clench my pussy.

“Hold onto the headboard, this is going to be hard and fast baby.”

My breath shudders as I do as he asks, my fingers wrapping round the top of the headboard. Back arched, legs parted. He kneels up behind me, his soft kisses trailing across my shoulders, down my spine just as his fingers curl round my hips. I feel his cock nudging at my soaked opening, and with one roll of his hips, his cock sinks into me with ease, stretching and filling me.

“Fuck,” I whisper, eyes rolling in the back of my head, and I will never tire of how good it feels when he is deep inside of me.

He slips in and out of me, his pace slow and I am loving it. I turn my face to look over my shoulder at him, the man who holds my delicate heart in his hands, the one who fixed me back together again more times than I would care to admit, the man I love with every fibre of my being. I give a sultry smirk, eyes hazy as pleasure consumes me.

“You promised me hard and fast,” I taunt through a moan, and he growls, his fingers digging in a little harder as he does just that.

Fucks me hard and fast until we're both coming, our moans filling the room as our orgasms collide.

We clean up and head back downstairs just as the doorbell rings.

“Close call,” he whispers in my ear, kissing my cheek before he steps around me and opens the door to my dad, Amora and Twyla.

“Sunshine,” my dad beams at me, stepping into our house and embracing me.

“Hey dad,” I smile, Amora giving me a sweet smile as I break away. Walking towards her, I place a kiss on her cheek then turn my focus onto my baby sister, Twyla. Six months old and beautiful, red hair and ice blue eyes. I bend down, unbuckling her from her car chair and cradle her in my arms.

“Hey baby, I've missed you,” I place a kiss on the top of her head and walk towards the kitchen. I hear Keaton and Titus talking and my heart warms. They're still not how they were, but they're getting there and that's all I can hope for.

Amora walks straight through and puts Twyla's food into the fridge along with her bottle then pops the kettle on.

“Tea?” she asks, and I nod, all whilst watching my sister.

It's not long before our house is filled with everyone, and I have never felt more content than I do right now. We all fall into easy conversation, Celeste is toddling around, Twyla is taking everything in and baby Dexter is sound asleep in his travel cot. He is Sage's double. Jet black hair, pale skin and stunning green eyes. He is going to be a heartbreaker when he is older.

Xavier grumbles from the other side of the room and my dad rolls his eyes and that's when I find Keaton staring at me, so adoring and like I am sitting on the pedestal he has put me on from the moment he came into my life. He gives a gentle nod and I know that's our cue.

I stand, tapping my knife on my glass and draw everyone’s attention to me. Keaton is standing by my side, one arm tucked round my back, the other resting on my bump.

“May we have a moment,” I blink through the tears that are threatening, my smile so wide.

The chatter soon fades into nothing, and I take this opportunity to look around the room at my family.

My dad, Amora and Twyla. Kaleb and Connie. Nate. Killian, Reese and Celeste. Sage, Dex and Dexter. Xavier and Royal. This is not the family I was born into, it was the family that was made for me.

“We just wanted to say a few words and thank each and every one of you for everything you have done for us all over the last year.” I sniff, my eyes locking on my dad's for a moment. “We couldn't have gotten through the last six months without out any of you,” I swallow the lump down and I feel a kiss on my temple which makes me smile. “We wanted to let you know a few things before we dish up dessert,” nerves flutter inside my tummy, my chest tightening and my heart races. “We found out a few days ago, that our beautiful rainbow babies are boys,” I blink back the tears and the room cheers. “We're going to have sons, and dad,” a lone tear escapes and I palm it away, “you're going to have grandsons,” I sniff and Keaton pulls me closer to him. “Also,” I say a little louder over the chatter and cheers, “I am going back to medical school next year,” my dad's eyes are glued to me and I can see the tears brimming in his eyes. “I passed my exams and will be starting my internship again,” I choke out a laugh and feel Keaton's arm slip away from me. I turn to look at him and there he is, on one knee, holding onto my wedding band that has hung around his neck since the moment I threw it at him.

“Ready to marry me yet?” he smirks, and I burst into tears, laughing as I nod my head.

“Always stealing my thunder,” Kaleb shouts across the kitchen and the room falls deafly silent.

“What?” Keaton says as he stands up and takes my hands into his.

Kaleb pulls Connie to her feet then sinks to one knee and I hear the room cheer.

“What the fuck?” Killian grumbles and Reese swats him.

“Connie...” his voice cracks, “darling,” and she is crying. “Let me be your husband, please,” and she is nodding her head yes, and he lets out a sigh of relief.

“Is asking the father’s permission not the done thing anymore?” Killian seethes, but we all ignore him. We're too focused as Kaleb slips a beautiful platinum band on her finger, a huge solitaire diamond. Plain and classy.

“Don't worry old man,” Reese taunts him.

“I never got asked either,” Xavier rolls his eyes, his voice deep and serious. “He just stood at the end of the aisle, ambushed the planned wedding.”

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