Page 89 of Unstable

“Nope.”

“Justice?”

“Nope.”

“Your money back?”

“Nope.”

“Scandalous headlines that would probably run his whole family, Krista, and Addison out of town forever?”

“Nope.”

“Just me then?”

“Just you, Keaton. I choose you, with me, every day. That’s my justice, I get to be happy and keep building something real with you. They can keep their cheating, lying lives and go on. Doesn’t affect me anymore. Won’t let it.”

He moves so fast, nothing could slow him down, and I’m being kissed ravenously the entire way to the bedroom, where I’m being carried.

He kicks the door shut with his heel and is stripped completely naked by the time I catch my breath. Oh Lord, his dick is an angry looking engorged, and the feral hunger in his eyes tells me—this is gonna hurt. I’m still so sore.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know,” he grates with a clenched jaw. “You undress for me, real slow and sexy, and by the time you’re done, I’ll be calmed down enough to go easy. Know you’re tender from last night. I won’t hurt you, but you choose me, no thinking about it. I have to have you, right now.”

Thank God he can read me like a book—I had no idea how I was going to mumble my way through that awkward conversation.

He strokes his hand up and down his dick, taking long, deep breaths as he watches me undress. The harder he grips himself and want thunders louder in his chest, the sexier I feel. So I give him my best show, teasingly stripping off each piece of clothing slowly, moving my body seductively until I’m as naked as him.

He moves onto the bed and lays me on my back, covering me with his hot, firm flesh. “Want so bad to really feel you, baby. Bare. Nothing between us. I promise, I’ll pull out in time,” he begs as he sucks the peaks of my breasts.

I’m not close to ovulating and I trust him…and if both of those fail—I’m just not that damn worried about it.

Of all the things not to be worried about, I pick that. Go figure.

So I moan my yes, and the possessive, primitive sound he makes is one I’ll never forget, sending quivers throughout me.

He trails his hand between my legs and readies me with his fingers, loosening me up with soft strokes, toying with my clit until I come on a soul-deep sigh, releasing every concern and thought but us.

And then, with the finesse of a man who puts my needs before his own, he takes his time gently easing himself inside me.

“Always feels like the first time,” he husks on my neck. “Made for me. Absolutely perfect. I love you, Henny. So damn much.”

He makes love to me, desperately holding onto the reins of his self-control the entire time.

What he withholds in force, he replaces with sweet: words, caresses, and kisses everywhere. His thrusts in and out of me aren’t rough, but they’re deep and thorough. And his weight on top of me, the adoring gaze sharing mine…I fall over the edge and start to clench around him with the rhythmic pulses of my orgasm. He drives deep inside me once, twice more, then pulls out and comes on my stomach.

Out of breath and wearing a sexy smile, he lightly chuckles. “Not gonna lie, kinda hope at least one lil’ guy made his escape and is swimming his way home right now.”

“Don’t say that.” I playfully swat his arm. “Horrible timing. I can’t get pregnant right now. I want to enjoy just us for a while, and I have no idea what I’m gonna do about the farm if Gatlin leaves.”

“What?” He snaps out of any residual haze and climbs off me, sitting up beside me. “What are you talking about? Gatlin’s leaving?”

“Maybe,” I nod. “That was the other thing that had me worried all day.”

“What happened?”

I look pointedly at my stomach, then back to his wide eyes. “How about you clean your…mess off me, and I’ll tell you.”

“Sorry,” he laughs. “Be right back. Don’t move.”

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