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I drop my head back and groan. “Ty, that’s?—”

“Heaven,” he mumbles against me. “It’s fucking heaven.”

Tucking my chin, I grasp a handful of his hair and watch as he sucks and licks and laps at me, his eyes shut like he’s enjoying this as much as I am. This is one of the most sensual experiences of my life. Maybe because he’s my husband, maybe because what he’s doing is so much more than just setting off explosions insidemy nerves. The waves of pleasure he gives me aren’t temporary. No, the ripples are creating lasting effects, gripping my heart just as firmly as he grips my body.

“Ty, I’m going to?—”

I can’t even get the word out before I explode, my entire body spasming with an intensity so fierce I’d flop to the bed if not for Tyler’s firm grip on me. I’m lost in the pleasure as he drags me down his body. Rather than continuing to work me over with his mouth and savoring my orgasm, he extends it by impaling me with his cock in one sharp thrust.

“Oh god.” The words are barely audible. I can’t speak because he’s stolen all my breath.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your god. But you’re my heaven, and I’m going to live inside you for the rest of my life.” He fucks up into me, hips rolling, and my vision goes black. His piercing drags against my inner walls, ramping me up again instantly. He fills me so exquisitely. The scent of him and the heat in his wild blue eyes as they watch me so intently have my nerves chanting for another release. And when he slides his fingers up my body, starting from my hips, a chill sweeps through me. Those fingers find their way into my hair at the base of my skull, and he pulls me down until our mouths are fused. He swells inside me, the sensation sending me over the edge. As he pulses, filling me once again, I come with a groan.

Before Tyler, I never wanted kids. Too afraid to create a bond that deep, only to lose that person.

But since him—since he gave me a family—I realize that it was stupid of me to pretend I could hold myself back from love. I love our kids, and I love Tyler. If we have more children in the future, I’ll love them too. There’s no way to guarantee we won’t get hurt, that we won’t lose those we love, but I’m not living in fear anymore. I’m embracing it.

We hold one another, kissing and whispering words that mean absolutely nothing but amount to everything. Sweet confessions between two people who are gone for one another. Words don’t come easy, but even without them, it’s obvious that our world shifted tonight.

“I love when you fuck me like you hate me,” he mumbles, stroking my hair.

Tired and sated, I lay my head on his chest. “I don’t really hate you,” I whisper as I listen to the pounding of his heart. “You’re a good husband.”

“I know, baby.” He presses a kiss to my head.

“And you’re a really good dad.” I yawn as a wave of exhaustion washes over me.

“I know that too.” This time, the words are tinged with the cockiness he’s so well-known for.

Eyes open again, I pinch his side. “God, I hate you.”

He hums, the sound vibrating through me. And just as I’m drifting to sleep, he mumbles softly, “Love you too, wifey.”

TEXT MESSAGES FROM AVA’S AND TYLER’S PHONE

Hall: Okay, boys, you all agreed—tonight after the game, you’re mine.

Brooks: I’m not sure Sara is down with this plan.

Brooks: I’m down with this plan.

Aiden: LOL. Hi, Sar.

War: I’m exhausted, and we haven’t even played yet

Hall: You’re coming. You promised.

War: Or we could go to the tattoo parlor again, someone still hasn’t gotten his glitter.

Brooks: Oh, I am totally coming to that!

Aiden: Still Sara, I’m guessing?

Brooks: Do you think I want to see Hall get his dick pierced?

Aiden: Okay, Brooks has his phone back. Should we just add Sara to the chat? It’d make this easier.

Fitz: Why am I in this chat again?

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