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“Fuck— Ah, ah—” The words are knocked out of me.

He thrusts into me, hard and fast, each roll of his hips driving me up onto the tips of my toes. My fingers scrabble against the metal, grip going so tight around it that it actually hurts.

I don’t let go, though. There’s some innate part of me that wants to be his good girl. So I hold on tight while he fucks me, one hand gripping my hips, pulling me back into each thrust. The other one wraps around and fingers press to my clit, rubbing at it, smearing the slick from our joining over hyper-sensitive skin.

It takes me an embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m cumming on his cock.

“There we go,” he groans, fucking me through it. The wet sound is absolutely obscene. It makes the heat coil up even tighter in my bones. “Hold still, just like that, just like that. What a good fucking girl you are.”

And then he’s grinding as far into me as he can, and his cum floods me with a welcome wet heat. My muscles are wound tight. His hand slides over my hip, wrapping around me at the front instead. I’m expecting him to pull out, but instead, he uses his grip to tug me back further against him, holding himself in me.

“You know,” says Nathan, once he’s managed to catch his breath. He’s starting to go soft inside of me. “I was going to spring this at the end of the day but…”

“Mhm?” I hum, flexing my fingers around the metal bars. I’m still holding onto them, but I have loosened my grip by a lot, no longer white-knuckled.

He’s still inside of me, even if he’s not hard anymore, and the sensation does something for my mind. Makes me feel almost like I’m floating, a pleasant sort of drift.

The whole world has slotted into place. My boyfriend. The father of my child. The pin that my whole future is balanced on.

My eyes flutter close, and I let out a relaxed sigh. Nathan presses a kiss on my shoulder blade. The overshirt has slid down the plane of my back by a lot, revealing bare skin to him.

His lips land there a second time, in a lazy, open-mouthed kiss. Teeth scrape gently over the spit-soaked skin right before he pulls back, not just away from my shoulder, but out of my pussy, too. The sudden emptiness has my whole body jerking in protest. I moan, reaching down to press my fingers against myself, just for a moment.

Our cum slides down against the pads of my fingers. With a shuddering breath, I pull my hand away and tug my panties back up.

“Fuck, you look amazing like that. Well used and stunning,” says Nathan. He tucks himself away and waits until I’ve pulled my jeans up too and turned around to look at him before he says, “I want to buy the farm, Demi.”

I freeze. It’s like my whole body just forgot what it means to move. My jaw works a few times, opening my mouth, but no actual words come out. I’m at a total and complete loss.

“This place means the world to you,” says Nathan.

He reaches out, brushing his fingers on my cheek, thumb swiping at the soft skin just beneath my eye.

“And I want to make sure that you get to keep it.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Nathan

Thelookofshockon Demi’s face is sweeter than anything else I’ve seen in a long time. I know that she wasn’t expecting the offer. That was the whole point of making it to her.

“But Nathan…” she starts.

I shake my head, letting my hand slide from her cheek down to her neck, then around her shoulders.

I pull her into a hug, relishing in the soft heat of her against my body. “I don’t want to hear any protests. There’s literally nothing you can do to change my mind, or to convince me not to do this.”

“Nathan, I can’t ask you to do that,” says Demi.

“Funny, did those words come out of your mouth, or mine?” It’s a lighthearted tease, but there’s nothing lighthearted about the expression that I’m sporting. I want her to know that everything I’m about to say, I mean it one hundred percent.

Demi stares at me, seemingly struck quiet by my gaze. I know that my look is striking at times; the one good thing I inherited from my father, along with his business sense. And this isn’t good business sense but I have the money to spare.

Even with the hospital purchase, I’m not anywhere close to financially hurting.

“Demi, I love you, more than I’ve loved anyone in a long damn time,” I tell her, firmly.

“I know that a lot has happened in the last few months for you, I get that. But I want you to be happy. I want to help you raise that baby, and I want to let you do it here, somewhere that you actually enjoy being. This farm means the world to you. And what I want, more than anything else, is to give you the world.”

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