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I drew back and eased into her again. After a few strokes, I found a steady rhythm that worked for both of us. Just as I’d thought, I couldn’t hold on. Far earlier than I’d have liked, I took her faster and harder, not stopping until I’d come inside of her. Juniper moaned softly and bit my shoulder. I shuddered as my balls drew up and even more cum filled her.

“Christ, woman! I think you nearly killed me.”

She smiled up at me. “I love you, Teller. And that was amazing.”

“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll see if I can perfect it. Even if I’m not as young as I used to be, I think I can still go another time or two.”

The rest of the night passed in a blur of heated passion and tender caresses, our bodies entwined in a dance as old as time itself. We explored each other’s bodies, learning every curve, every peak, every valley, every sensitive spot that made the other moan and arch with pleasure.

And when at last, spent and sated, we collapsed onto the tangled sheets, our hearts pounding in tandem, I held her close, her head resting on my chest.

“I love you,” I whispered into the darkness, my voice hoarse with emotion.

“I love you too,” she breathed, her voice fierce and sure.

I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, or the next day. But I did know one thing for certain. As long as I got to spend my days with Juniper, we could handle anything. I couldn’t wait to see what our future held.

Epilogue

Juniper

“Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?” Breaker murmured, his deep voice rumbling through me and making my heart flutter in my chest.

A blush heated my cheeks as I ducked my head, my hair falling forward to partially obscure my face. “Not in the last hour, at least.”

He’d been so sweet, and sometimes even playful, since the incident with my uncle. He also didn’t like letting me out of his sight. I didn’t know exactly how he made his money with the club, but there was no way he’d been able to do much of anything. If the man knew I was awake, he was glued to me, almost as if he were afraid I’d vanish if he weren’t watching over me. I hoped it was something that would pass once he realized I was safe and I wasn’t going anywhere.

He’d been the one to end my uncle. I’d known at the time he didn’t want me to watch, that he didn’t want me to see him as a murderer. Except I didn’t. All he’d done was get rid of a monster who had hurt so many people. I only wished we’d gotten a confession from Uncle Robert first. How many families out there were still looking for their daughters, sisters, granddaughters… and would possibly never find them? All because my uncle had destroyed them, then buried them somewhere.

His chuckle reverberated against me as he reached out to gently tuck my hair behind my ear, his calloused fingers lingering against my skin. The simple touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a slow-burning warmth in my core. It also snapped me back to the present.

I leaned into him, savoring the solid strength of his body against mine. In his arms, the rest of the world fell away. The past, with all its pain and heartache, faded into the background, overshadowed by the promise of the future we were building together.

As we sat there, cocooned in the comfort of our little haven, I felt a profound sense of belonging. For so much of my life, I had been adrift, forever searching for a place to call my own. Now I understood that home wasn’t a place at all -- it was a person. And I had finally found mine in Breaker.

I nestled into Breaker’s embrace, my fingers absently played with the hem of my shirt, a nervous habit I couldn’t quite shake. Despite the tranquility of the moment, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of uncertainty, a remnant of the timid girl I used to be. For the life of me, I didn’t understand why he’d chosen me. My uncle had made a good point that day. Breaker could have anyone he wanted. So why me?

Breaker noticed my fidgeting and gently took my hand in his, entwining our fingers. His thumb brushed soothingly over my knuckles, the rough pad of his finger a stark contrast to my soft skin. I glanced up at him, my eyes meeting his warm gaze. A soft, encouraging smile played on his lips, chasing away the shadows of doubt that lingered in my mind.

In that moment, I felt a surge of courage, a determination to give voice to the thoughts that had been swirling in my head. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding against my ribs as I gathered my resolve.

“Teller, have you ever thought about… about having a family?”

The words hung in the air between us, weighted with the significance of the question. I bit my lower lip, my pulse racing as I awaited his response. It was a topic we had never broached before, a dream I had barely allowed myself to entertain. But here, in the safety of his arms, I found the strength to give it life.

Breaker’s eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features before melting into a tender expression. His grip on my hand tightened, a silent reassurance that he was there, that he would always be there.

“Juniper,” he breathed, his voice raw with emotion, “I…”

Breaker paused, his expression thoughtful as he considered my question. He shifted on the couch, turning to face me fully, his gaze steady and sincere. “I can’t imagine anything more wonderful than having a family with you,” he confessed, his words wrapped in a gentle honesty that made my heart skip a beat. “But I want you to know that I’ll wait until you’re ready. I would never rush you into something so life-changing.”

His words washed over me like a soothing balm, easing the nerves that had been fluttering in my stomach. I felt my cheeks flush with warmth, a rosy hue that spoke of the hope and happiness blossoming within me. I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat thrumming beneath my ear. It was a sound that had become my anchor, a reminder that I was safe, loved, and cherished.

“And what if…” I began, my voice barely above a whisper as I gathered the courage to voice the desire that had taken root in my heart, “what if I told you that I’m ready now?”

The question lingered in the air between us, a delicate thread of possibility that seemed to shimmer in the golden light filtering through the living room windows. I felt Breaker’s breath hitch, his body tensing for a fraction of a second before he pulled me closer, his strong arms enveloping me in an embrace that felt like home. I didn’t dare bring up the fact we’d already had sex and hadn’t used protection. So assuming hecouldhave children, and his response seemed to indicate it was possible, there was a chance I might already be pregnant. I doubted it would happen the first time, but it wasn’t entirely impossible. I’d been too sore to do anything the next few days, otherwise the chances would have increased.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel pressured or rushed. This is a big step, and I want it to be something we both want, with all our hearts,” he said.

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