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“I’m gonna come, baby. You need to decide where you want it.”

With my free hand, I reach down to his heavy sack, rolling his balls in my palm, giving them the slightest tug. It pushes him over the edge, and when I feel his cock start to pulse, I suck and pull in time with each spurt of hot cum. I didn’t even think about allowing him to come anywhere but my mouth. Some might find it gross, but the thought of having a part of him inside me pleases me. It’s the same when he comes in my pussy. I don’t ever rush to the bathroom, wanting to hold on as long as I can to that part of him.

“Get up here.” He hooks me from under my arms and pulls me off his cock. “I need to hold you after that.”

His arms wrap around me as I straddle him, holding me as close as humanly possible. I clutch him to my chest, tousling his hair and enjoying the afterglow. His body heat keeps me warm, but he reaches for a blanket and wraps it around our lower bodies before his arms wrap around me once again.

“I love you, Skylar. I fucking love you so much. I didn’t deserve you the first time I had you, and to get you back feels like the dream I never dared to dream. This thing between us feels so fragile, like you could be yanked away again at any moment, and it drives me mad.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say.

“You can’t know that. Losing you turned me into an unbearable, controlling asshole. I didn’t have to worry about women sticking around because my attitude chased them away.”

“I don’t know. I’ve been locked in this house with you for a while now, and even when you were being an unbearable, controlling asshole, I still don’t want to leave. I fear we’re in this together, for better or worse.”

Chapter Seventeen

Skylar

It’s still darkout when my personal furnace slips out of bed. He tucks the covers around me and kisses my forehead. “I’m going to take care of the animals. You have about an hour before we need to leave for Ridge’s.”

“I’m too warm and comfy.”

“If I have to come up here to get you out of bed, it’ll involve a bucket of snow being dumped on your naked body.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

He dresses and leaves the room with the door cracked and the hallway light on. I snuggle deeper into the sheets, debating going back to sleep, because surely he was kidding, but since I can’t be sure of that, my mind can’t relax enough to fall back asleep.

“Damn it!” I shout into the void as I roll out of bed. Sprocket must not understand the difference between someone really needing help and someone just pissed off at the world, so he charges through the mostly closed door, sending it flying intothe wall with a loudbang. He jumps onto the bed, his head swinging side-to-side, looking for the danger.

After reassuring him I’m okay, he finds the warm spot on the bed I just vacated and snuggles in.Asshole. But he’s still a handsome and brave boy, so I give him scratches for a long minute.

A quick shower wakes me up enough to at least get to Ridge’s, where I can hopefully go back to sleep on his couch. Between Walker fucking me for an hour before bed and waking up every hour because this little nugget was pressing on my bladder, I didn’t get nearly enough sleep.

I dress in the seemingly endless number of long johns Walker owns and hobble downstairs, where I find a fresh pot of coffee. I’ve just fixed it up the way I like it when Walker appears.

“You about ready?” he asks, not bothering to take off his coat, hat, gloves, and boots.

“Sure. Do you have a travel mug or something I can put this in?”

“Um, no.”

“No? You don’t ever take coffee with you?”

“I do, but you shouldn’t be drinking that.” He takes my only reason for existence away from me and dumps it down the drain.

“What the hell, Walker? I needed that.”

“I was reading up on pregnancy, and they said you should limit your caffeine intake.”

Every muscle in my body freezes except my head, which cocks to the side, and my brows pinch together. “You were reading about pregnancy? When?”

“Last night, while you were snoring like a freight train.”

I hold up a finger. “We’ll come back to the freight train in a second because I don’t snore.”

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