Page 151 of Curveball

He grabs my hair with one hand and wraps the other around my neck, pistoning into me at an inhuman pace.

“Oh fuck, I feel you squeezing me. You’re about to orgasm. Do you want me to fill you up with my come? To show you who will forever own your body?”

“Yes. I want it. Give it to me.”

“Let go. Now!”

Because Quincy Abbott always has and always will control my body, it listens, and I begin to convulse as another giant orgasm works its way through me.

As soon as it does, he gives me four more hard pumps before he groans and spills himself inside me for the first time. On purpose.

He breathlessly falls back, taking me with him. His gorgeous face is covered in sweat. “Holy shit.”

I nod into his chest, equally out of breath. “Yep. Let’s hopeIUDs work better than condoms against your super sperm.”

He chuckles. “I’m good either way.”

I lift my head. “Are you fucking nuts?”

He smiles. “Now that the can of worms has been opened, I’m a little addicted to it. I want you pregnant with my babies all the time. And I’m not missing a minute of it ever again.”

I rest my cheek on his chest, listening to his heart beating hard and fast. “I only let my husbands impregnate me. You’re my ex-husband.”

He rubs my face and lifts my chin. “Hopefully not for long.”

“Relax there, Henry the Eighth.”

He smiles. “How many wives did he have?”

“Six, you dope. That’s why the musical about his ex-wives is calledSix.”

“Hmm. That actually makes a lot of sense.”

He squeezes me. “This feels right, doesn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t have gone here again if it didn’t. We have a little girl to consider now.”

“I promise I’ll never let either of you down again. I will always love and protect you.”

I look up at him. “I love you, Quincy. I’ve loved you every day of my life.”

“And you’ve always shown it to me. Now it’s my turn to show it to you.”

QUINCY

I wake in the morning with Ripley’s naked body pressed to mine. My eyes are closed, but I take in her scent. I wantthis every morning for the rest of my life, and I’m willing to fight anyone who threatens that, even the shady fuckers who claim to be her siblings. Something is off with those two, and I intend to find out what it is.

I begin kissing her neck. She stirs and turns around in my arms before smiling sleepily. “It wasn’t a dream.”

“It was sort of a wet dream, wasn’t it? You would know better than I would.”

She giggles. “It wasmuchbetter than that.”

I nod. “It was. Should we relieve your mom?”

She shakes her head. “Just a little longer. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”

Because I can’t help myself, I move my lips to hers for a kiss, one she immediately deepens. I must be in love because I’d rather have a morning breath kiss from Ripley than a minty fresh one from anyone else.

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