Page 136 of Deserter

With a nod, she latched onto my shoulders and tugged me into bed with her. Not wanting to waste another second, I nudged her legs apart and watched as the head of my cock disappeared inside her body.

Fuck, she was tight.

She pressed down and my breath caught as she forced her body to stretch around me, inviting me in, inch by inch. I cradled her neck with one hand while the other entertained itself with her tits.

“So fuckin’ perfect, Celia,” I growled. She responded by moving her hips forward until I bottomed out. Everything until now had been rushed, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth over what she must’ve thought of me.

I’d turned my wife into a whore, but as I pressed a kiss to her throat, I hoped she knew that she was so much more.

She was everything.

With her legs locked around my waist, keeping me in, she ran a finger down my cheek. “I love you, Jamie.”

The last time I’d heard those three words was the night I cornered her on the patio. Even then, they’d come with conditions.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat and rasped, “Love you too, Celia.”

It wasn’t enough.

There weren’t ever going to be enough words in the English language to sum up what she meant to me. I’d just have to show her.

Every fuckin’ day for the rest of my life.

She gripped my shoulders tightly as I slipped into a steady rhythm with my hips and when her breaths grew ragged, I reached between us and strummed her clit with my thumb, pushing her over the edge with a whimper.

“That’s my girl. That’s my motherfuckin’ girl.” I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth as my thrusting became erratic. Celia continued moaning nonsense against my lips before going stiff with another orgasm.

“Jamie,” she panted, trying to reach my hand. “I can’t—it’s too much.”

I caught her wrist and pinned it across her chest, forcing her tits up into my waiting mouth. My thrusts turned shallow and my grip tightened as I filled her with a growl.

My arms gave out and I collapsed against her chest, fighting to catch my breath. Sweat fused our skin together, but I didn’t have the energy to move and she wasn’t complaining.

I dozed off with my heart pounding a single word, over and over.

Mine.

I woke with a jerk, completely disoriented. When my cock slipped free of her body, I realized where I was and more importantly, what we’d done.

I could’ve just gotten her pregnant.

Celia’s lips were slightly parted, and her nose whistled with every deep inhale. A feeling of possessiveness took hold as I watched her dream and I couldn’t help but smile. So much had changed, but my wife still snored when she was exhausted.

I pried our bodies apart and rolled toward my pillow, taking my time fluffing it before slipping it under her hips.

It wasn’t even necessary.

With Dakota, I felt like I just looked at Celia and she was knocked up. I let my hand rest on her belly, already imagining how she was going to react when I came back for good.

I pressed my lips to the spot just below her belly button and slid off the bed, trying to remain quiet as I gathered up my clothes and threw them back on.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay.

The girls were going to have enough questions as it was, and Celia would need to ease them into it. Walking in on the two of us naked would just scar them for life.

A loose floorboard creaked under my foot and I froze near the door, listening to the sounds of her breathing until I was sure she was still asleep.

There was no way in hell she’d approve of what I was about to do. Fuck, even I didn’t approve of what I was about to do. I crept down the hall, trying to remain in the shadows in case one of them was awake.

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