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Not that I blame her.

“Talk to me, Brook,” James demands gently, getting my attention.

Smiling, I turn my body, and slowly lift my legs over his lap, making him grin. He rests his hands on my legs.

Shaking my head, I look at him and whisper, “We promised to move forward.” He nods, listening. “But you still space off, looking guilty, when you don’t need to be. Everything that happened happened, and we can’t change it or go back. All we can do is move forward and,” I bite my bottom lip, “the more you space off looking guilty, the harder it is for me to express my struggles and concerns about bonding with our son.” James’ eyes soften. “I need you right now, and when you said, ‘let’s leave the past in the past’, I really need you to mean it.”

He grins at my imitation of his voice, then sighs. “I’m trying, Angel, I really am. It’s just hard. I know I didn’t bring Nina back here, nor did Momma, but I should have killed her straight away, and then maybe everything wouldn’t have happened.”

I hum and whisper, “You can’t live on if’s, Love. I need you to stop living in the past. Was I nearly raped? Yes, I was,” he flinches, “but you dealt with him, just like you dealt with the women who shall not be named, and got to the bottom of your mother’s behavior toward me.” He nods. “You’ve done everything to protect our son and me, while still being there for my siblings. And now I need you to tell me my thoughts are ridiculous, and our baby does love me….”

James chuckles, his eyes shining with unshed tears, as he gently lifts me off my chair, places me in his lap, and then cups my cheek.

“Our boy loves you more than anything in this world. When he cries, and I place him on your chest, he instantly settles. I know you wanted to nurse, but your body was put through too much stress. He’s still connected with you, baby. His eyes follow you; he always gravitates toward you. You’re the best momma I know, and honestly, I can’t wait for the next year, when we can give our son some amazing siblings like you have.”

My tears fall, and I nod. Leaning forward, I press my lips against his. I hum when he pushes his tongue into my mouth.

Strawberries and chocolate fill my taste buds as he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving against mine. My whole body sets a light, goosebumps spreading over my body. The club cheers, causing James to chuckle against my lips, breaking the kiss, and I place my forehead against his. I ignore the brothers and keep eye contact with James as nothing but love shines back at me.

“When can we have sex again?” I ask James with a husky rasp, causing him to chuckle.

I can’t help it. It’s been two weeks since we were last intimate.

“Not for a few months, baby,” he says, and I pout. He grins. “I can still make you feel good, though, so don’t worry.”

I grin wide and kiss him again, feeling complete. We’ve gone through so much, yet we’ve become stronger.

I can’t think of anything better right now; life is just perfect.

Well, maybe one thing might make life better….

EPILOGUE

Tech – Two Weeks Later

“You’ve got to keep quiet, Angel,” I rasp.

“Uh huh…” she mumbles, gripping my hair, and I grin, placing my lips back around her clit.

We can’t have sex for at least another four weeks at the earliest, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give her pleasure.

Gently, I press my tongue against her clit and circle it in slow tight circles, and press two fingers against her entrance, feeling her juices flowing through them, making me moan against her clit, wishing I could thrust inside her.

She gasps. “James, please,” she cries, and presses her hips down, trying to impale herself on my fingers.

I grin and give her what she wants, pushing my fingers inside her gently. My cock leaks at the tip, the ladder piercing feeling tight at how fucking hard I am, but I ignore it. I tilt my fingers inside her with a come-hither movement and rub her soft tissue, my fingers finding her G-spot almost immediately.

She arches her back, and I rasp, “Stay still, Angel, or I’ll stop,” causing her to groan, doing as I ask.

I’ll give her the pleasure she wants, but not at the expense of her health; it’s only been two weeks, and she’s still healing from her ordeal.

I feel her walls ripple around my digits, and I latch onto her clit again, sucking hard, moving my fingers faster but as gentle as I can.

She gasps, then grunts, and I look up to see she’s placed her hand over her mouth to keep quiet.

Fuck, that’s hot….

I suck harder, and her screams are muffled as she comes, her juices squirting, flooding my fingers. I quickly move my mouth, drinking it up, moaning at her sweet and salty taste, while moving my fingers to her clit to prolong her orgasm.

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