Page 63 of The Fake Play

“You really mean that?”

“Absolutely. And I promise to work hard to become the best dad I can be.”

“I’m not sure what to think of all this?—”

“I get it but I swear, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

I sigh deeply.

“Whitney and I will come up with a plan. We can manage this. We’ll make sure the team is on board, too. We’ll control the narrative.”

“I don’t give a shit about the narrative. You’re what’s important. I gotta know if you’re in this with me.”

Warmth spreads throughout my chest as fresh tears bubble up to the surface, a sob choking me. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course, I do.”

“I’ve fucked your whole life up, Luke! We only went bare because I’m on birth control. I should have never agreed to any of it. And what’s worse, I end up blurting out in front of the whole world that I’m pregnant! How can you even look at me right now? I ruined everything!”

“We raised almost a quarter of a million dollars. Whitney says with the story blowing up, it’s going to draw more attention to the shelter. It might not be how we planned it, but tonight was definitely a success.”

I laugh flatly while wiping away tears. He passes me a box of tissues. “A success?”

He sits next to me on the bed and smiles. “Do you know how cute you are when your nose is all pink?”

“Shut up,” I say with a weak laugh.

“I mean it, baby. You’re precious.”

“You’re just trying to?—”

“Trying to what?” He smirks. “I’ve already gotten you pregnant and we saved the shelter, which means we saved my job. What else would I possibly be trying to do?”

I smirk back. “I don’t know. Make me feel better?”

“On it.” He kisses me as he lays me back on the bed.

“I meant that’s what you were trying to do.”

“It is. That’s what I’m trying to do right now,” he murmurs against my throat before kissing me there. I don’t want to fight anymore. I want to embrace this, to lean into the feelings I have for him. My heart races as I reach for him, pulling him closer. He gently pulls my dress down my shoulder and murmurs, “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Luke,” I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want you here with me, always.”

He closes the distance, capturing my lips with his in a passionate kiss. The world melts away, and all I can feel is him—his warmth, his tenderness, the way he makes me feel alive whenever he’s near. Every fear, every doubt fades as I melt into him.

We lose ourselves in the kiss, our bodies gravitating toward one another. I can feel the desperation in his touch, the urgency of the moment crashing over us. We yank one another’s clothes out of the way, grasping and pulling until we’re both naked.

He pins my wrists to the bed as he kisses down my body, stopping over my heart and declaring, “Mine.” He then releases my hands to slide me up until we’re centered on the mattress.Luke reaches between my legs, and when he feels how wet I am, a primal growl escapes his throat. The sound turns me on even more. Instinctively, I claw at his shoulder as I grind on his hand. I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to.

My first orgasm comes fast. He climbs on top of me as it ends, the feel of him sending me over the edge again. He pins me down once more, this time while he’s buried deep inside. His day-old scruff scratches my cheek as he moans in my ear, “That’s my girl. Come on my cock.”

My climax overtakes me as heat floods my limbs, setting me on fire for him. I cry out, and he nibbles on my throat as I scream his name. Finally, it ebbs, and Luke pulls me with him as he sits up, legs outstretched behind me.

He uses my ass as a handle, pulling and pushing me on his length until I can take over the ride myself. I kiss him every chance I get and not gently. I practically feed on his mouth.

He swats my ass when I bite his lip, and I grind harder on him, letting my urges take over. His hips pop up, thrusting himself deeper into me until he’s bouncing me on his dick. My whole body tenses up, ready for another release. He growls, “Fuck yes, baby.”

I’m going to come again. I sink my teeth into his shoulder as I erupt on him. He snarls as he wraps his arms around me, pressing me tight against him. Never before have I felt so animalistic or been so turned on.

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