Page 111 of There Are No Words

“Shit. I don’t know why we haven’t done this before,” Brady said, finding his rhythm and pumping.

His hand in my hair tightened, pulling. Not so much that it hurt, but enough that I felt a sting on my scalp. It wasn’t painful, though. Quite the opposite, in fact. It was turning me on. When it came to my breasts, he was savage, and I couldn’t complain. With Brady I’d learned I didn’t mind things rough. It made me feel. . . alive.

As he pumped faster, I offered him a tighter wedge and more friction so he could go even faster and have his release sooner. Pushing them as close as they could possibly come together, my breath hitched as he thrust. The center of my chest grew wet and I so badly wanted him to finish so that I could revel in the mess he would make.

I squeezed my thighs together as heat rushed down there. I hoped like hell the time flew by quickly so I could have my own sweet release with him inside me where he belonged.

His lips parted as his eyes strained to keep them connected with mine. He kept thrusting, then squeezed his balls, pumping, thrusting, more thrusting. Until finally, his breathing grew rapid.

I knew the time was coming, so I released my grip on my breasts and pushed back on his shoulder, urging him up, so he would be hunched over my chest. In a ragged voice, he said, “Allegra, I’m going to—”

“I know.” I was ready and waiting for it.

“Waa!”The baby.

Brady paused, his body not moving, his cock not even twitching.

My eyes grew wide at the same time his eyebrows shot up practically to his hairline. I wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d shot straight to the sky.

And of course, Gina’s wail sent Tipsy into a barking frenzy from her kennel.

“Waa!”Gina has the worst timing in the world.And thinking about her name technically didn’t count because she’d already burst our precious bubble.

“Fuck!” Brady whisper-yelled.

I cleared my throat as he rolled off me, attempting to get himself together as he reached for his boxers.

“I’ll get Gina,” I told him.

He shook his head, raking a hand through his hair. “No,” he said. “I’ll do it. You clean up and rest if Tipsy quiets down.”

He got off the bed, opened a drawer, and put a pair of gray sweatpants on.

“Talk about a mood killer,” I muttered mostly to myself as I stood up.

He chuckled, shaking his head. He walked over to me, my lingerie in hand. “I hate to say this, but you should put this back on.” He brushed a light kiss on my cheek.

I murmured my agreement as I walked to the bathroom. “Are you sure you don’t need a minute?”

“Nope. I’m good. Really. I love spending time with our little girl.”

I smiled, my cheeks heating. After everything we’d just done—after everything we’d almost done—I thought that might have been the sexiest thing I’d ever heard him say. “I know.”

* * *

Padding down the hallway to Gina’s nursery with Tipsy resting in my arms, I quietly pushed the door open to see what was taking Brady so long. Gina had quieted down almost immediately, so, at this point, I wondered if he’d fallen asleep with her.

But he hadn’t. He was rocking back and forth, holding Gina against his chest—the two were skin-to-skin, just her diaper and his pants. His eyes were closed, and Gina looked like a little angel with her eyes closed, too.

I couldn’t get enough of watching them, so I leaned against the doorframe with Tipsy and smiled as the puppy’s eyes also fluttered, barely able to stay open from the looks of it. She obviously wasn’t interested in keeping her eyes glued to her dad and sister, but it was one of my favorite pastimes. The way Brady had taken to being a father was impressive. I knew he’d been worried, but it turned out he had nothing to be worried about. He was made to be a dad.

I was just glad that if I was going to be a mom, Brady and I were in it together.

He’d never wavered in the promise he made to me on day one, that he was going to be in this with me every step of the way. If only I hadn’t been so foolish. I’d spent so long fighting him,not believing that he could really want to be with me and not believing that I was destined for a romance with Brady.

But I’d never been so happy to be wrong.

Happy.

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