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“Oh shit,” she moans, bending forward and pressing her palms to the floor. I stand, shoving my pants down around myankles and tearing into her until she releases on me, screams my name, begs, “Punish me!” and until my seed shoots inside of her.

When I pull out, I step out of my pants, picking them up from the floor as she gathers her clothing. Before she can step into the private bathroom of my office, I call out to her.

She spins around and gasps when she sees me kneeling.

The diamond solitaire was picked out with assistance from my thirteen-year-old. Cee-Cee’s been around Brynlee twice after their initial meeting, thanks to Lyndsey unexpectedly dropping her off again. They get along well and adore each other.

“Our worlds turned upside down thirteen years ago. It didn’t tilt on its axis again until you entered my office in August. I know it hasn’t been that long, Bryn, but it feels like a lifetime. A lifetime of me loving you. Would you give me another lifetime by accepting my hand in marriage?”

She kneels, cups my face in her hands, and kisses me.

“It took you long enough to figure out where you belong. So glad that you’ve finally quit punishing me. Yes, I’ll marry you,” she whispers, kissing me again before accepting my ring.

She pulls back and asks, “How does Cee-Cee feel?”

“She helped pick the ring,” I say, pulling her onto the carpet with me.

“Your ex?”

“Don’t give a shit about her. I just need to work on getting more time with my daughter and protecting her from her mother’s bad exposure.”

“We’ll figure something out.”

“We will,” I say, pushing her onto her back as I bury myself in her pussy, my dick stirring to life again and looking to create a permanent future together.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“No, baby. I’m just getting started.”

17 – BRYNLEE

“You have to get used to this, you know?” I tell Brayden, resting my chin in my palms.

“I don’t know. It’s odd, man.”

“Listen, would you rather me be with one of those other knuckleheads out there? Or with a man who you know and have a relationship with?”

“That’s the problem. I know Ambrose. Ro and I used to kick it about all types of shit, especially when it came to women. I know the stuff he used to get into in college and I remember his wildin’ days in the MLB. I don’t wanna hear him talk about smashing my sister.”

“When you guys were in college, I recall all of your friends being out of control, including you.”

“Which is why I never wanted you dating any of them.”

“And yet, look at you. You’ve turned your life around for Shayla. You’ve been a good man to her,” I say proudly.

“She makes me want to be a good man.”

“And you don’t think I can do that for Ro?”

My brother sighs, sits back in his seat, and scratches his temple. “Not saying that you can’t.”

“And if we’re talking about his MLB days, let’s recall that he was in a sham of a marriage. Was he wildin’ the entire time? What about his early married years?” I ask, recalling what Ambrose told me about how he’d tried to make the marriage work.

“Well, he didn’t start that shit until the last couple of years of their marriage, I guess.”

“Exactly. He wasn’t really in a relationship. But while he was trying to make it work with her, he gave it his best. Same thingwith me. Aside from the Lyndsey issue, Ro never gave me a reason to doubt him.”

“That’s fine. So long as he doesn’t hurt you. And you would tell me, right?” my brother asks, reaching across the table and tipping my chin up.

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