Page 191 of Between Hate and Desire

“Normal,” I whisper.

She sets the papers down on the table and turns her body until she’s straddling me. With her arms around my neck, she presses her lips ever so slightly against mine. She rocks her hips against my growing cock, and I need her right now. When she pulls away, we’re both shocked and breathless.

“We could add to our family, Hunter.” A tear streams down her face, and I kiss it away.

“You and Alison are all I’ve ever needed, but the possibility is there now. I’m so fucking happy.” The corner of my lips tilts so high it nearly reaches my eyes.

“Me too,” she whispers. The joy on her face has my heart rapidly beating.

She stands and holds out her hand. Once I take it, she leads me to the bedroom. As soon as we cross the threshold, we can’t keep our hands and mouths off one another. Taking my time, I unsnap each button of her blouse, brushing my fingertips across the tops of her breasts as they rise and fall. She helps by unzipping her skirt, then steps out of the pool of fabric around her feet.

“Fuck me,” I say, admiring her curves. “You’re so gorgeous.”

She smirks, watching me with smoldering eyes as she removes her bra and panties. “I need to feel you, Hunter.”

I love it when Lennon takes control. Within a minute, she has my clothes removed and is dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth. I run my fingers through her hair as I let out throaty groans. Not missing an inch, she sucks and twirls her tongue along my shaft, paying extra attention to the tip as she gently plays with my balls.

“Lennon,” I tell her, knowing if she keeps this up, I’ll explode in her mouth, which at this rate, I think that’s what she wants. She looks up at me with big blue eyes and gives me a half-smile. I pull her up, sliding my tongue into her mouth before I lead her to the bed. I grab her thighs, bringing her to the edge, and bury my head between her legs.

“You taste so fucking good.” Growling, I flick and lick her clit, loving the way she writhes against me.

“Yes, yes, Hunter. God, yes…” She pants as I curl two fingers in deep.

With my free hand, I pinch her nipple between my fingers, mixing a little pain with pleasure. She’s gasping, begging for more as she grabs the comforter. With an arched back, she sinks into my tongue, and I slow my movements, allowing the orgasm to build to the maximum. She moans my name, riding out her release. I stand, aligning our bodies so I can slide inside her. Then it hits me that the test results are normal, and I don’t go any farther.

She searches my face. “What’s wrong?”

I furrow my brows as I contemplate what to do. “We don’t have any condoms. Should I pull out?”

I know she’s not on birth control either.

A sweet smile slides across her lips, and she shakes her head. “No.”

My brows shoot to my hairline.

“I want to be the woman to give you a baby.” There’s something in her eyes that has my blood pumping faster and it shakes me to the core.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.” The sound of her words are music to my ears. It’s as sweet as her singing, and my heart is ready to explode.

As I hover above her, our mouths crash together. I’m lost in her touch, in her taste, in every inch of her as we make love. Slowly, I enter her, and she gasps as our bodies become one.

Lennon pulls me closer. Panting and moaning, we breathe each other in, and I mark her skin with my teeth and lips. She’s my everything, and I can’t imagine not having her in my life. We’ve been through so much together, and somehow, we both survived, but we couldn’t have without the other.

With those thoughts roaming through my head, I lose myself inside her just as she wanted.

My eyes flutter open, and she’s already looking at me with so much adoration. I can barely contain my happiness. Lennon wants to have my babies, and I want more than anything to give her that.

“I love you,” she whispers as we stay connected.

I dip down, kissing the tip of her nose. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

LENNON

Hunter beingable to have children is a miracle in and of itself. Not being able to expand our little family was okay, and I was completely content with it, but this changes things drastically. I want to be the woman to carry his children, and hopefully, one day I will. It’s as if our jagged edges, the broken parts of us, have smoothed with time. We’re still healing, but together we’re whole.

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