Page 71 of The Bourbon Bride

“How do you want it, angel?” I grit out, my control under some serious pressure with the glorious feel of her pussy dragging me under her waves.

“Hard and fast. I want you to…” She pauses, looking over her shoulder at me and biting her lip in a way that makes me throb in her tight heat. It takes her a moment and her hands gripping the edge of the couch for her to get out the request. “Fuck me.”

The whispered dirty words coming out of this innocent angel’s mouth are my undoing. I pull back and thrust with a roar. I grip her hips and slam into her over and over again as she moans and claws at the couch. It’s the most savage I’ve been with her, but she’s meeting me in the carnal moment, her own body rocking back into me every time I slam home.

“I want your fingers on your fucking clit, right now.”

She obeys my demand, slipping her fingers under her body to strum herself, and I feel her muscles clench.

“Yes, Hayes. Just. Like. That.”

She whimpers as her entire body tenses and shakes under me. She moans and gasps and I feel my control slipping right along with her pleasure.

“Goddamn,” I manage, the power of her orgasm finishing me in three strokes.

I collapse, catching myself on my elbows so I don’t crush her into the couch. I kiss the skin of her shoulder, working my way to her neck.

“You are absolutely divine. How do you just keep getting better?” I say with my face pressed against hers.

I feel her cheek lift with a lazy smile. “You bring it out of me.”

I push off her back and pull out, the mess that follows cluing me into a big fucking oversight on my part.

“Fuck.”

“What is it?” She looks back at me, eyes wide.

“We didn’t use a condom. Hang on, I’ll clean you up.”

I leave the couch, pulling on my pants as I grab a towel from the bathroom, running the tap to get warm water before I return to her. I gently clean her up and press kisses along her spine to keep my own mistake from eating at me.

“What are you so worried about? We’re married, after all. I imagine very few married couples worry about condoms. Though, I have to admit it was less messy when we used them.”

I catch the smile she gives me and my worries fade a fraction.

“I assume you’re not on birth control, and we haven’t even talked about starting a family, so I wanted you to have full control over what and when we do. I’m sorry for taking that option from you just because I was so focused on fucking you in the moment.”

I sit on the couch and pull her into my lap, pressing a kiss to her head and smoothing my hand over the dark hair that floats onto my chest.

“I begged you for it, so it’s on me just as much as you. I’ll make an appointment with my doctor this week and get things figured out.” She pulls her head away from my chest and looks up into my face with a soft expression and rosy cheeks. “But I do want children, or at least, I want your babies. I hadn’t really thought too much about when. I just know I want a family, and you make me want to bring lots of little kids into the world so I can have more pieces of you.”

I smile and tighten my arms around her.

“Guess that makes two of us.”

I’m surprised by the picture that grows in my head from the fear of fucking up to the future of a houseful of beautiful kids running us ragged. Unlike Paige, I hadn’t even considered having a family—that is, until I married her and can now vividly imagine it.

A phone rings, but it’s not my ringtone, so I pull my face from Paige’s and look down at her. “Yours?”

She nods, climbing out of my lap and retrieving her phone from the island as she pulls her sweater over her head. “Hey, Mama.”

Motherfucking shit.Oversight number two barrels down on me hard and this one might even be far more consequential.

“Slow down, I can’t understand you. Is everything okay? Wait, what? You can’t be serious. He would never. Mama, no, Daddy wouldn’t.”

I listen to Paige’s side of the conversation, knowing exactly what she’s hearing from the other line and wait for the moment she turns on me. Her eyes cut to me a second later and there’s something worse than hatred in them. Betrayal. I had her full trust and I fucked it up by not being the one to tell her about the acquisition.

“I’ll call you later. Just try to rest and don’t go anywhere.”

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