Page 156 of One Big Little Secret

Two little words for a pint-sized human with world-shattering significance.

“All the excitement tuckered him out,” she says as she closes the door gently behind her. “Thanks for carrying him up.”

I pull her into me and she collides with my chest, breathless and smiling, even though she tries to pin the smile away.

“He’s a good kid,” I tell her. “Truth be told, today meant a lot to me.”

“Yeah? You mean it?” She inhales sharply.

“You know I do.”

“Patton, you have no idea how happy I am to hear it.” She rests her hand against my chest, flexing her fingers as she glances down at the contact. “This evening has been so special.”

I kiss her then, my animal hunger taking over, deeply enough so she comes back up for air with a messy whisper of, “We need to be quiet.”

Luckily for us, my bedroom is only a heartbeat away. The walls are thick enough to avoid too many worries about sound, considering what I paid for this place. Before we head out, she leaves an old baby monitor on the nightstand next to Arlo.

A minute later, she’s allmine.

I’m growling, taking her to the bathroom, stripping off her clothes before our feet even touch the tile.

I don’t give her time to admire the walk-in shower with its heated bench or the double rainfall heads ready to amplify the steam that’s already so thick around us. She can do that later, preferably when I’m buried in her.

I barely switch the shower on before she’s against the wall.

Fuck yes, she’s ready.

I know she’s soaked before my fingers even open her pussy.

They don’t play long before my greedy cock demands attention.

We’re two strumming hearts and all friction under the hot spray, and again in the bed.

We make our own violent music from instruments of need denied for far too long.

I fuck her with a raging fury that rips me in two.

Soon, she’s exploding on my cock, grinding my name into the pillow and then my hand, hounding me to come inside her.

No hesitation.

No choice.

There’s just this rough, bone-shaking, guttural thrust as I drive into her womb and unload, filling her like I want to breed her again.

I know it sounds like lunacy.

I don’t fucking care.

Something about having one surprise kid with her makes me feral, dredging up this wild possessive instinct from the depths of my soul.

“This feels like turning a page,” she murmurs later, curled against my chest. “…tell me it’s not just me, Patton.”

The words lodge in my chest, carving out a home.

It’s a dream and a promise all at once.

I wrap an arm over the dip of her waist and pull her against me.

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