Page 84 of Baby For My Ex's Brother

"My relationship with my dad... it's always been hard," I confess, staring down at our entwined fingers. “He was never faithful—not to my mom, not to anyone."

Shiloh's other hand comes up to cradle ours, her thumb brushing back and forth in a soothing rhythm.

"I get it, Liam," she says, her voice carrying a strength that steadies me. "But we're different. We're going to do things differently. Our family won't be built on the mistakes of the past."

I feel the surge within me, love and affection swelling like a wave crashing against the rocks. We pull up to the curb and I put the car in park.

Then I lean across the center console, my focus narrowing to her, to us. I press my lips to hers, pouring every ounce of emotion into the kiss—gratitude, desire, the solemn promise of a future we shape together.

As our lips part, Shiloh’s smile is radiant, touching something deep inside me. "We should make our first Thanksgiving together better than any other," she says.

"Absolutely," I agree.

My heart hammers in agreement as I pull the key from the ignition and step out of the car. Rounding the hood, I reach her door just as she's pushing it open. I offer my hand, pulling her gently from the seat and into my arms. Her body fits perfectly against mine.

"Let's start making new memories," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Her laughter is like music, the sound dancing on the crisp November air. It's a melody I want to hear every day for the rest of my life.

I open the door, ushering Shiloh into the warmth of my—our—Beacon Hill house. The moment we cross the threshold, a magnetic pull draws me to her.

I envelop her in my arms, and our mouths meet in a rush of need, a silent promise shared in the sanctuary of the entryway. The urgency is primal, an ache deep in my bones to have her, to be with her in every possible way.

"Let's forget everything else tonight," I murmur against her lips.

My mind races with plans—snacks scattered around the house for impromptu feasting, hot apple cider to warm us from the inside out, and the soft crackling of the fireplace to wrap us in its embrace as we create new traditions together.

She nods, her breath hitching slightly, eyes bright with the same fervor that fuels my actions. Her coat slips from her shoulders as I help her out of it, my hands lingering on the fabric before it falls away. Touching her feels like coming home; my fingers trace the outline of her form, the subtle changes.

"God, Shiloh," I breathe, my voice rough with emotion. Every curve, every swell speaks of the life we've created together—the future that awaits us. This love is transformative, reshaping us both inside and out.

I don't take her to the bedroom. Instead, I guide her to the kitchen, our clothing creating a breadcrumb trail down the corridor. Naked now, Shiloh lets out a surprised squeak followed by an infectious laugh as I lift her up and place her on the counter.

"It's cold," she says, a playful shiver in her voice.

"Not for long, sweetheart." My grin is wolfish as I lean into her space, my hands framing her thighs.

I kneel before her, feeling like a man wholly devoted to the worship of this incredible woman. As my fingers gently part her legs, I catch the faintest hint of her arousal mixed with that unique scent that’s all Shiloh.

The sound of her moan, rich and full of desire, courses through me, and it’s all I can do not to lose myself to the sheer beauty of it. My cock throbs with each pulse of my heart, aching to be inside her, but I hold back, focusing my attention solely on her pleasure.

"Shiloh," I whisper against her skin, just before my tongue meets the warmth of her. Her hips cant toward me instinctively, seeking more, and I oblige, tasting her intimately. Her hands find purchase in my hair, guiding me, grounding me in the moment.

It’s raw, it’s real—it’s us.

There's nowhere else in the world I'd rather be.

I relish the taste of her, savoring every whimper and sigh that spills from her lips. It's like I can taste our future right here, her thighs a gateway to everything we're about to become. Her fingers tighten in my hair, urging me on, and I'm only too happy to comply, licking and teasing until her whole body trembles with the impending rush of release.

"Please, Liam," she breathes, her voice laden with need, and I double down, determined to chase her over the edge. She comes apart with my name on her lips, her climax rolling through her in waves that crash and recede, leaving her panting and flushed.

As Shiloh's breathing begins to even out, I stand, pulling her gently down from the countertop. Our eyes lock, and for a heartbeat, we're suspended in the aftermath, the air around us thick with the remnants of her pleasure.

"Turn around," I murmur, kissing her deeply, trying to pour all the love I have into that one connection. "I want you just like this—just like our first time, but better. Right this time."

I guide her gently, turning her until she’s facing away. Heat courses through my veins as I position myself behind her, the anticipation overwhelming. With one smooth motion, I slide inside her, and a rush of pleasure makes my head spin.

She groans and arches her back. I reel.

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