Page 119 of My Ex's Brothers

The tension thickens as I hear his unsaid words. And then, because I have had the worst day imaginable and nothing else could ever be worse, I decide to ask what I should not ask.

“What would happen to us if I got pregnant?”

Richie’s body stiffens. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…it’s a possibility. I only got my pills today, and?—”

Silence falls between us, and I think I’ve ruined everything. Why am I like this?

But then he shifts me in his lap, breathing out a heavy sigh. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “I can’t say the idea of seeing you pregnant would be a turnoff. I mean, not that I saw much of you other than in pictures on the internet, but—” He smirks, looking down at me. “You were pretty hot.”

I smirk as he laughs, pushing some hair out of the way. He gazes down at me. “I’ve never been in a situation like this before, so I don’t know,” he says softly. “But I think we could figure it out, don’t you?” The vulnerability in his voice is not lost on me.

I nod. “Maybe.”

He licks his lips, closing his eyes, and I can tell the question he wants to ask is difficult, but he asks it anyway.

Because heloves me.

“Do you want more kids?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m not opposed to the idea, but…Lyla’s still so young, I just—” I bury my head in his chest. “I’d need a lot of support.”

He chuckles. “You have three boyfriends. The ratio of kids to boyfriends would still be off by one, so I think you’re good.”

It’s my turn to laugh, and shake my head.

“Dane tells me you’re coming to the home game next week.”

I smile. “Well, now I have to go if he told you.”

Richie squeezes my hip. “No backing out now, baby girl.” He lifts my chin and kisses me. It’s the faintest, softest kiss I’ve ever felt from him. I don’t startle, only settle my hands on his jaw and kiss him back, meeting his warmth with my own.

Our kiss doesn’t stay soft for long. It turns heated in a matter of moments, and before I know it our hands are pulling and tugging at our clothes. I can barely breathe, but it feels good. So good, I don’t want to stop.

“Let Daddy make you feel better,” he says.

I don’t argue with him, knowing I need this as much as he does.

It doesn’t take him long to find his home between my thighs. I expect to hear his dirty words, his biting commands. I expect to feel his grip I’ve come to love and look forward to.

And make no mistake, those things are present, but beneath them is something else.

His harsh thrusts slow to a steady, pulsing beat. His words are replaced with soft kisses and whispers in my ear that have nothing to do with being filled or shoving his cum back inside of me. Instead his words are softer, deeper.

I love you.

I got you.

You’re mine.

I’ve never heard sweeter words from his mouth.

“I’m going to come,” he whispers, and the words are so reverent, so sweet I can’t help but feel tears prickle the edge of my eyes.

“Come for me,” I say through a choked sob. His thumb brushes my tears and he kisses me until it feels like I can’t breathe. When he comes, I do too.

Together we kiss, we touch, we hold one another until our hearts beat in time together. And only then does Richard Rose tear his heavy cock from me and I realize I feel more than better.

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