Page 49 of Jared's Redemption

“Every breath I take will be devoted to you. My Luna, my love.” He whispers, kissing my cheek before pulling out of me and laying on the floor.

“Now get over here and ride me so I can fill you with my cum.” He says, grabbing me and dragging me on top of him. I giggle, rising so he can notch the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Remind me who I belong to again?” I taunt, mocking a thoughtful face. Jared pushes inside of me gently, while his hands slide up my body, one wrapping around the back of my neck. He pulls my face down until our lips brush together and I bite his lip. A rumble in his chest vibrates my hands where they are pressed to him.

“I’ll make sure you never fucking forget, Lunatic.” He says a moment before raising his hips to slam into me. I cry out, burying my face in his neck as he takes away the illusion that I was in control and I love it.

My teeth clamp onto his shoulder as I try to smother my cries as ecstasy rips through my body without warning, stars dancing behind my lids as his pace keeps steady. His deep moans send chills over my body when his pace changes, my body moving in rhythm to his. Jared throws his head back, my name a prayer on his tongue as he cries out.

Jared wraps his arms around me, his pants slowing as he holds me tight to his chest while still buried inside of me.

“I’m oozing.” I whisper, giggling when I see his teeth flash in a crooked grin.

“Let me fix that.” He says, reaching between our bodies as he pulls out of me. I jump when his fingers brush over my sensitive clit, as he uses his fingers to shove his cum back inside of me.

“Jared.” I hiss his name as he thrusts his still hard cock back inside of me.

“Not wasting a fucking drop.” He grins.

“What if I don’t want kids?” I ask. He shrugs, brushing his nose along my jaw.

“Then we don’t have any. I just like the idea of your pussy being stuffed full with my cum,” He says, kissing me softly. A girl could get used to this.

Chapter 37- Jared

I stared with my eyebrows raised as Aden pointed his gun at me. He was in my house, accusing me of kidnapping his sister. Even though he called Luna’s cell phone and I answered by telling him I had her tied up and was never returning her. He should have known I meant it in a way that she liked.

“Where the fuck is she?” He hisses, trying not to wake the baby currently strapped into the car-seat he’s holding.

“That thing isn’t loaded.” I grumble, slapping it from his hand with a bored expression. It clatters to the ground, and he shushes me, bouncing the squirming infant in the baby carrier.

“How did you know?” He snaps.

“You bit my head off for holding Amelia with a gun in my holster when she was that size. You also wouldn’t have brought the baby if you were expecting a fight.” I say, annoyed by his bluffing. Aden smirks, nodding his head.

“You got me there, but something has come up that I couldn’t talk about over a phone call. I didn’t know what else to do.” He says, admiring the fussing baby.

“Come in and have a seat. I’ll make sure Luna puts clothes on when she gets out of the shower.” I say with a frown, disappointed he’s disrupted our little bubble of bliss.

“Am I interrupting?” He taunts, obvious amusement in his voice.

“Yes.” I snap, stomping up the stairs. Luna’s off key singing from our bathroom calms my soured mood as I barge into the bathroom. She is standing in a towel, brushing her hair as she smiles at me in the foggy mirror.

“You took too long. Sorry hot stuff.” She smirks.

“I was busy staring down the barrel of a gun that your brother pointed at me.” I say, leaning against the counter and crossing my arms. Her movements falter as she whips to look me over frantically. When she sees I’m unharmed, fear turns to anger as she plants her fists on her hips.

“Did you kill him?” she asks, her voice rising.

I roll my eyes at her words, even if it is tempting.

“No, he was wearing a bullet-proof vest. Your nephew.” I say, smiling at her wide-eyed expression.

“Are you being serious?” She asks. I cup her face in my hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I hate to say this, but get dressed and come downstairs.” I say, turning and leaving her to finish getting ready while I entertain our first guest. The idea brings back my bitter mood as I walk into the main living room to see Aden sitting on the couch, snoring next to his swaddled and fussing baby.

Rolling my eyes, I scoop the baby up, bouncing him gently to calm the soft whines. A head full of blonde curly hair pokes out as he wiggles, his mouth opening and closing.

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