Page 278 of Things Left Unsaid

That small pause forgotten as we get back to where we were.

Her.

I.

Us.

Forever.

That we could make a kid tonight exhilarates me.

I never asked to be a father. Certainly never expected this. But there’s nothing I want more than to be the daddy of a mini Zee.

Rocking my hips, I bite her bottom lip. “God, you take me so well, baby. Every fucking inch.” I bottom out. “You feel so fucking right. So perfect.”

She whimpers, spine arching as her head tips back on the pillow. Then, heels digging into my ass, she growls, “I want you to fill me.”

From whimpering to growling in less than one minute?

I’d be a fool not to obey.

I give her what she wants—my hands grab her upper thighs and I use that grip to sink my cock into her.

“Colt,” she moans.

“Zee,” I rumble.

She sobs through it, heavy and thick with fulfilled need as we both reach a peak that has us seeing stars.

And as I fill her with my seed, I thrust. Gently. Slowing down. Savoring the moment as I claim her.

Without my brain registering that it’s the only claim I’ve ever wanted to stake.

As both of us implode and explode, each of us picking up the other’s pieces, I rasp, “You aremine, Zee Korhonen.”

Her eyes drift open. One of her hands shifts higher, the tips rubbing along my jaw. “Are you mine, Colton Korhonen?”

I nip one of her fingers. “Since I was seventeen years old.”

Cody

PAST - A WEEK AFTER THE BBQ…

Arcade - Duncan Laurence

The second I heard the words ‘Butch Cassidy’ being screeched across the ranch, I knew who was doing the shouting.

Except…

There’s no way that the Tee I’ve been writing to for years and the Tee who’s friends with Colt’s wife are one and the same.

That’s justimpossible.

Improbable.

Im-damn-plausible.

Like being killed by a shark in the middle of the Canadian tundra.

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