Page 151 of Forgive You

Before I can ask her what the fuck she’s talking about, she crushes her mouth against mine. Her soft body presses deeper, and always wanting her even closer, I palm her ass, pulling her legs around my waist.

My favorite position.

My tongue swipes against hers, a moan humming through my core when they collide. Her kisses always threaten to pull me under, her entire energy drowning me in utter bliss, and I can’t freaking help myself. It’s like I’ve had to go without touching her for so long, always holding back, that now that I have her; I’m obsessed, not willing to let go.

Ever.

Before I can tell myself to focus on the reason why I ran in here, I’m carrying her to the bed, throwing both of us on top of the pink duvet she forced into my penthouse after she moved in when we came back from North Carolina last month.

My body sinks against hers, but something lingers in my brain.

Wait, what did he say? The doctor!

“Hold up, baby.” I pull back, cocking my head. “Stop distracting me! What did the doctor say?”

She pulls her lip between her teeth, eyes sparkling like the Fourth of July fireworks, and suddenly I can’t wait to be back in Braeden next summer, knowing it will be the first Fourth of July where she’s mine.Actually mine.

“We’re all good.”

“Really?”

She nods. “They didn’t find any more disturbed tissue, and he said we can go off contraception whenever we want.”

I’ve had triumphs in my life. Moments when I felt like I was winning in whatever this life is supposed to be. When Hunter won the championship belt and I was standing next to him. When I landed my first client. When I started Spencer Sports. When I earned my first million.

But nothing compares to her saying with her illuminating gaze what her words lack.

My heart jumps. “We’re good to go? As in, now?”

She laughs when she senses my cock growing against her thigh. “That’s all you think of?”

I dive into her neck, leaving a trail of kisses from below her collarbone until I reach her ear, my hand resting on her belly. “If we’re talking about me knocking you up, then yes, that’sexactlywhat I’m talking about.”

I’ve been envious of Hunter and Charlotte for years now. I want what they have. Sunday games with friends and their kids. I want to make memories and play with the kids in the yard after a long day. Dinner parties. Kids parties. I want a family. I want a home.

My hand dips lower, finding the curve of her entrance in my palm, and fuck me, I bet if I push this little excuse for a bikini bottom aside, I will find her all warm, wet, and ready.

Putting my words into action, I run my finger along the edge, fully intent on sliding home, but it’s slapped away, and I find her glare with wide eyes.

“What are you doing?”

“What amIdoing? What are you doing? We’re supposed to be in the car in five minutes.” With a teasing smile, she rolls herself away from me and gets to her feet, hands on her hips.

I launch for her, trying to pull her back, but she escapes my grasp with a playful yelp. “Pfft, I can make you come in two, then I still got three to finish the job. Get your ass over here.”

She shakes her head, giving me her sternest expression. She fails. “Jordan is waiting for us.”

My cock is throbbing in protest, pushing against the nylon of my dark blue swimming shorts. I groan, dropping my head to the pillow.

“He can wait a little longer.”

“I’m not ready.” She strolls toward our joint closet, and I admire her ass. “Did you tell him yet?”

My lungs deflate. “Nope.”

I’m dreading it.

Jordan will be happy for us, knowing I’ve been thinking about moving back home for a while, but never really had a reason until Julie. But leaving my little brother alone in this big city still feels like I’m failing him. Like I’m abandoning him even though he’s a grown-ass man himself.

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