Page 59 of Found By You

“It’s not fair to you the…situation I’m in right now.”

“I’m not asking for facts here, sweetheart,” I say. “Tell me how you feel.”

She shakes her head, on the verge of tears once again.

“Maci, I’m not going to sit here and act like I don’t care that you’re pregnant with another man’s child, because I do,” I grunt, and her face falls. I grip her hips to keep her from leaving. We need to get this out in the open. “I get that it’s not fair. To you. To me. But I don’t care. We’ll make it fair. For us, for the baby. I care about you, Maci. I care about your baby. I want you how you are. Even when you’re sneaking out of bed at 2:00 AM to eat a spoonful of peanut butter.”

“I knew you were awake,” she says with a watery laugh.

I grin. “I meant it when I said I’m here for you. Now I’m here, wanting both of you. So, tell me, what do you want? Because I’ll give you both the world if you’ll let me.”

Her lips part in a pretty gasp. “Oh, Duke.”

“Be honest with me. I need to know.”

A single tear escapes her. “I…I’m falling in love with you,” she confesses, and my heart hammers in my chest. God, yes. “But…everything isn’t going to be sunshine and sex six months from now. You won’t be my first priority if we’re together. You’ll come second, maybe even third to other responsibilities. I can’t ask you to take this chance on us. We’ll both just end up getting hurt.”

My jaw tightens. “You don’t know any of that, Maci. And I have no problem coming second to the baby. I’d expect nothing less. You think I haven’t thought it through a thousand times over? Because I have. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I met you. You have been my priority for the last three weeks, Maci. Both of you have.”

“Duke—”

“I wish I would’ve met you before, doll, I do. But I wouldn’t trade this life growing inside of you for anything.” I place my hand over her stomach. “This baby is you. Beautiful, smart, peanut butter obsessed.” She pains a smile, tears falling. “No, it’s not always going to be sunshine and sex. Not now, not over the next six months, not for the rest of our lives if we’re lucky. But don’t think for a second, I won’t be right there with you waking up in the middle of the night doing anything you ask of me for the two of you.”

She starts to cry, and I hold her face in my hands. “If you don’t want this, if you don’t want me… Fuck. You better tell me now because I don’t know if I’ll ever let you go after tonight.”

Her lips fall against mine with a hunger that fuels my own—it’s an answer, a prayer, a damn Hail Mary to my soul. I kiss her back, tangling my hands into her long, damp hair. Her hands drop to my boxers, fumbling to slip past the elastic band and release my thickening cock.

Not wasting the moment, I tug my shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the side, and groan. No panties. Straddling me—emotions and body bare—I kiss her hard. The need to claim her, to finalize us has been building inside of me for weeks.

I cup her hot, greedy pussy and grind the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans into my mouth, stroking my freed length pulsing with need.

I rub my fingers through her silken folds, spreading the moisture from her sweet little hole. She positions herself over me, and before I have a chance to say otherwise, she drops her hips—impaling her tight cunt on my cock.

“Fuck,” I groan.

She leans forward, bracing her hands on the back of the couch as she starts to move. Her breasts bounce in my face, tempting me for a taste. I suck one perfect pink tip into my mouth and guide her hips to move faster.

She moans. Her inner walls tighten around my length with every fall of her hips. And every second I’m drawn in closer—to release, to everything I’ve ever wanted.

Her forehead rests against mine. “Duke…” Her voice a husky, feminine plea.

Begging me.

Needing me…

“I’m gonna make you the happiest woman in the fuckin’ world, angel,” I growl, taking over her steady ride with a buck of my hips. My cock slams hard into her, and her legs tremble against my thighs.

“Yes,” she cries.

I grip her ass, wrap an arm around her, lift her, and fuck her from below. She cups my face, our tongues twisting and turning as my thrusts pick up to a brutal pace. Fucking her deep, and making her mine.

Our combined release crashes into us at the same moment. She lets out a sexy-as-sin moan as her walls pulse and draw my cock deeper. The orgasm that rips through me has me pinning her above me with a jerk of my hips and a growl that’s borderline feral. The punishing grip I have on her is sure to leave a mark in the morning.

With my claim coating the inside of her trembling pussy, my pounding heart beating in time with hers, and our panting breaths mirroring one another—I’ve never felt more grounded.

I hold her close as we come down from the high, knowing this time was different. We’re not faking this anymore. This isn’t a game. This is real—us.

The three of us.

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