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“Not yet,” I say, pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach. I lift her hips, sliding back into her from behind, and she cries out, clutching the sheets.

Wyatt moves in front of her, and she takes him in her mouth, her eyes rolling back as he groans her name.

“Holy shit, City Girl,” he pants, his hands in her hair. “You’re fucking amazing.”

I thrust harder, feeling her tighten around me, and she shudders, coming undone with a muffled scream. Her whole body goes limp, and I hold her steady, not letting up until she’s trembling with aftershocks.

Wyatt pulls back, and I flip her onto her back again, kissing her hard as I slide in for the third time.

“More?” she asks, breathless and dazed.

“More,” I confirm, feeling her clench around me. I’m so close, but I want her to come again first. I want her wrecked.

Wyatt’s fingers find her clit, and she gasps, her back arching off the bed. “I can’t,” she says, but I can tell she’s right there, teetering on the edge.

“Yes, you can,” I growl, thrusting deeper. “Come for us, Ivy. Come for both of us.”

That does it. She cries out, her whole body shaking as she comes again, and I let myself go, spilling into her with a groan that’s more relief than anything else.

We collapse in a heap. Ivy is between us, looking thoroughly wrecked in the best possible way.

“Wow,” she says, her voice a sleepy slur.

“Yeah,” I agree, brushing my lips over her shoulder. “Wow.”

Wyatt laughs, pulling the sheet over us. “You’re not getting rid of us that easy, sweetheart. No way in hell.”

She smiles, and it’s the last thing I see before I finally drift off, holding her tight and feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Chapter 34

Hank

I’m chopping wood again. Not because we need it but because I can’t stand being in that house right now.

Each swing of the axe is a release, a way to keep from thinking about Ivy and the mess I’ve made. The logs split with a satisfying crack, but the knot in my stomach refuses to do the same.

I shouldn’t have reacted like that. She’s hiding something; I’ve known that from the start. But she’s never once shown herself to be manipulative or scheming. If anything, I’m the one who’s been a damn fool, letting my guard down and then losing it when things got real.

Pregnant. Fucking twins.

I sink the axe into a stump and wipe the sweat from my forehead. Guilt weighs heavy, and I don’t know how to fix it. I shouldn’t have snapped at Ivy. She didn’t deserve it, and now it’s like there’s this chasm between us.

I look up at the cabin. It’s too quiet, too still, and I can barely bring myself to go inside. But I have to. I head straight to my room where Gremlin and her kittens are stashed away. Gremlin gives me a one-eyed glare. She’s still holding a grudge for the relocation.

“Come on, girl,” I say, scooping her and the kittens into a box. “We’re going for a ride.”

The drive down the mountain is an exercise in brooding. Gremlin meows, unimpressed with my playlist of old country tunes. I turn the volume down and glance at her.

“Not a fan of Merle Haggard, huh?”

She glares at me like. I get it. I’m not too thrilled with myself right now either. We’re both a little rough around the edges, both a little wary of letting people in. I reach over and scratch her behind her half-ear.

The vet’s office is quiet when we get there. The doc takes one look at Gremlin and shakes his head like he can’t believe she’s still kicking. “Tough old gal you’ve got here,” he says as he checks her over.

“Yeah, she’s a real fighter.”

He gives the kittens a quick look, pronouncing them healthy and strong. “You’re going to have your hands full with these little ones. But they are all healthy as can be.”

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