Page 130 of Fragile Heart

He locks the door before closing it behind him.

Not going to complain about that gift.

I grab Brielle and pin her to the glass again, lifting her and moving her legs to grip my hips, groaning at the slick coating her thighs.

“Ethan,” she admonishes.

I respond with a hard pull on the pulse point just beneath her ear, grinning against her skin when she melts into me, her gasp making me even harder. She scrapes her hands down my chest, pushing up my shirt before tracing the phoenix that spans my left side. The soft intimacy of the touch has me groaning, undoing my jeans and shoving into her before she can prepare for me.

“Oh shit,” she moans, throwing her head back as I work into her, short, hard thrusts that have her legs trembling. I pause when I’m buried to the hilt, watching her pulse flutter and her throat ripple with her swallow.

She’s fucking gorgeous.

She tilts her hips, grinding against me, and I adjust my stance with a low grunt.

“Ethan,” she moans, pushing into me, her breath catching as she squirms. “Please don’t tease me. Your mom...”

I kiss her, not needing to hear anything about my family while I’m inside her. Her chest flushes as I take her hard and fast, the sounds of our skin slapping filling the space, nearly drowning out her moans and curses. I loop my arms under her knees, making the angle more intense. She whimpers, clenching around me.

“Fuck, princess,” I say against her ear, taking one hand and twining our fingers together, bringing them above her on the glass. “I meant to make this way more romantic. Take you to your favorite spot and bond you where you don’t have to be quiet.”

Her laugh is breathless. I push my hips forward, forcing myself even deeper, and she tightens her grip on my neck, her nails drawing blood.

“Tit for tat, Ethan,” she says. She bites back a whine and rolls her hips. “I wanted to do the same with telling you about the baby.”

How did I get so lucky?

Her moan rips through the room, her body locking, her legs pressing my hips harder into her. God, she’s beautiful when she’s coming around my cock. Her cunt ripples, gripping me tighter. I let go, burying my face in her shoulder as I empty inside her, my groan blending with her breathless curse. A moment later, my knot locks us together. I already have my teeth biting into the crease of her shoulder, breaking skin as my knot swells. In an instant, her sated desire and unadulterated, smug satisfaction roar through me.

My knees buckle, but I force myself to stay steady, pressing her harder into the glass to keep her from falling.

“I love you,” I whisper against my bite. “Fuck, I love you, princess.”

She shudders in a breath and kisses the phoenix spread across my chest.

And later that night, when our friends and family are crowded around the large outdoor table she’d commissioned to fit the patio of our new home, she takes my hand and kisses the new tattoo centered on the back of it. A small cabin, nestled against the forest around Emily’s house.

“Mommy!” Camden says, running out of the large sliding doors we’ve opened all the way. “Look what we got you!”

Caleb walks with him, his eyes on our Omega, one of the large bouquets of purple daises in his hand. Camden carries the other one, the water sloshing in the opaque white vase but not quite spilling over.

“Oh! Mommy, can we grab ours, too?” Iris asks. “Please?”

Jude sighs but stands, crossing the patio to the small bag I hadn’t noticed he brought in. Iris and Rose both jump up and grab a small package from their dad. Their eyes are just as bright as Cam’s as the three of them approach us.

Brielle chuckles beside me. Her amusement is a warm balm in my chest. Caleb’s happiness is fainter but not foreign enough to be odd. I focus on him as he stops in front of the table and sets the vase of flowers on it, just in front of Brielle. It’s been a long ass time since I could feel him through a bond.

The thought doesn’t hurt, even as I remember what it was like to feel Kayla, feel Brandon. He smiles at me, feeling the surge of emotion. Brielle leans against me, squeezing my hand.

“Okay, girls,” Carter says. “You can give yours in just a minute. But let’s let Camden give his first.”

The girls nod, standing on either side of Caleb as Camden rounds the table and hands Brielle the vase of flowers. She takes them. And then Mom hands Camden the envelope, and his grin explodes. Brielle raises her eyebrow in question, glancing first at me and then at Caleb.

Her hands are steady as she opens the envelope. And then her eyes flood with tears.

“It’s final?” she asks.

“Yes!” Camden cheers, raising his hands in celebration. “You’re my mommy, Bri!”

Brielle laughs as Camden hugs her, climbing into her lap.

Our friends and family cheer even as a baby cries and Emily rushes into the house. Beau follows her a moment later, clapping Caleb’s shoulder on his way past.

“Hey,” Brielle whispers, kissing my cheek. “Love you, cowboy.”

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her and my son into me.

“Good, princess,” I tell her. “Because I love you, too.”

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