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Like a good girl, she followed instructions. Theo hand moved to her center, playing with her swollen clit. Arousal consumed me, making my vision blurry as I worked my shaft. Watching her play with her pussy before me was a delight.

Biting my lip, I rubbed my tip and brought my hand down the shaft using the liquid that seeped to guide me along.

“Faster,” Theo panted, her eyes not leaving my shaft.

I did as she asked, jerking myself faster. She followed my pace, matching my energy as she ran a finger down and dipped inside her core. She touched herself as she watched me, and knowing she was getting off like this was euphoric.

“Good boy,” she purred and laid her head back. Theo’s body tensed up, her leg beginning to quake as she dove in and pulled out to play with her clit in small circles. “I’m so close,” she moaned.

“That’s it, Honey. Let go,” I encouraged her, cock still firm in my hand.

Theo let out a groan and the flush in her cheeks grew stronger as she came, the sight sending me over the edge. Watching her come undone with her own touch was enough for me to feel the tingle at the base of my spine.

“Theo,” I groaned. “I’m gonna come. Open your mouth. I want you to taste what you do to me.” I shifted closer and her jaw fell open, ready and willing.

My balls tightened and a rush of warmth spread through my shaft before I came. Some landed in her mouth but the rest was on her chin and cheeks.

She opened her eyes and brought the hand she’d been using to play with herself to her cheek. Like the dirty girl I’d come to learn she was, Theo wiped me from her skin and sucked her fingers.

I ran my hand along my length a few more times before I let go and made a move to get off the bed.

“You stay there,” I said, leaning down to give her a gentle kiss. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead and looked into her eyes with a smile. “We gotta get you cleaned up.”

I left my room, Theo dirty and spent in my sheets. When I returned, I ran the warm washcloth along her and proceeded to take my time cleaning her up.

This woman was mine and I’d spend the rest of my life proving that to her.

Forty

Theo is 37 weeks pregnant

Baby is the size of canary melon

Life has been a whirlwind. Days and nights blur together, tangled up in hot, breathless moments of passion or wrapped in quiet comfort on the couch.

The holidays came and went in a flash, a joyful blur of laughter, stolen kisses, and the kind of peace I didn’t know I’d been missing. For once, I wasn’t just surviving the season with my mom and Rob—I waslivingit, showering Theo and the baby with gifts and soaking up every second of having her close.

Now, January settled in and the baby countdown was shorter every day. It’s been weighing on Theo; I saw it in her tired eyes and in the way her shoulders tensed under the pressure. She needed a break, even if Ihadto push her to call Penny and Aspen for a girls’ night.

So here I am, parked at The Tequila Cowboy with the guys, a beer in my hand and my thoughts still wrapped up in her.

Mac was tending the bar while Boone, Logan, and I took up a few barstools. Conversation flowed, discussing the newest development in the return of Boone’s sister, Ellie. She’d been gone for months, missing out on a lot of news that had happened over the last eight or so months since she left Faircloud.

“I’m kinda surprised she didn’t come home for the holidays,” Logan said, taking a sip of his beer. “I mean, she’s never missed a holiday.”

“She FaceTimed us on Christmas. It was nice to see her face,” Boone said, a small smile playing at his lips. “She looks good—healthy and happy.”

It’d been hard for him when she left, especially with how long she’d gone without keeping in touch. Everyone worried about her.

“Any update on when she’s coming home?” I asked.

“Apparently, she’s ready. Plans to come back for good in a few weeks.”

Logan’s head snapped up, his attention suddenly glued to the conversation.

I couldn’t help feeling there was more to Logan’s interest than just hoping she’d return home safe. That kid had followed her around like a puppy dog most of their childhood. With Logan’s parents hardly ever around, he spent more time with the Cassidys than his own family. And since he and Ellie were close in age, they were practically inseparable back then. It wasn’t until Logan hit working age that he started tagging along with us guys instead. Let’s just say, if he’d ever confessed his love for her, I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised.

“Good. I’m glad she’s not letting that dickhead keep her away forever,” Mac said with a grin, leaning his hands on the bar top. “Still stands, if she wants, I’ll egg his house.”

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