Page 81 of My Secret to Protect

‘Baby, the wheel is yours,’ I kiss him once, and he smiles, ‘you are a way better driver than me. I’m more than happy to be a passenger from here on out.’

Grinning, he lowers to kiss me, deeper now before lifting up.

‘You can still drive sometimes, pix.’ With a wink, he pulls back, then out of my body, and I whine at the loss, making him huff out a laugh. He looks down where we were joined and licks his lips. ‘I know it makes me fuckin’ caveman, but I love seeing my cum dripping out of you.’

Reaching out, he shocks me by gathering up what he can of our combined release on his fingers and pushing it back inside me.

‘I’ve marked you, Bree. You’re mine now,’ he says, his tone way more serious than his words should have dictated, and I nod, yes, as I gaze up at him.

‘Baby, I always was.’

It’s You and Me

Arlo

Awaytoosatisfiedsmile curls my lips as I sit in one of the chairs on the back porch, drinking coffee. It’s still early, and the mist of dew rising off the grass as the sun lifts into the sky confirms that.

Last night was fucking incredible.

Bree gave herself to me in a way nobody ever has, in ways I know she’s never let go with anybody else, and the connection was out of this world.

I love her. I can’t even begin to pretend I’m not completely in love with this woman. I resented her for the longest fucking time, and now, by the grace of whatever higher or lower power is looking out for me, she’s back in my life and my bed. I shake my head and take another sip.

Nolan’s been too quiet, and it unnerves me, but my girl has laughed and moaned and slept this past week, so I hope, even though I know it’s unlikely, that he’s seen us happy together and has given up. I wouldn’t, though. I know what it is to love and lose Breanne Campbell, and now that I have her back, I won’t be giving her up, so I’m certain he feels the same way.

‘What is all this?’ Her voice has me turning to smile up at her as she approaches from the back door wearing the shirt I tore off last night. She’s so tiny it hangs down to mid-thigh on her, and I fucking love her in my clothes. Beans freezes on the lawn and looks up from chasing the birds as they search for worms, and she chuckles at the expression on his face. ‘Good morning, baby,’ she calls out to him, then turns to me. I hold out my hand for hers and pull her into my lap. ‘Good morning, baby,’ she repeats, quieter this time, just for me.

I lean in, and she meets me, pressing her mouth to mine.

‘You’ve been cooking.’ She smiles as she speaks softly. ‘It’s not even nine, and you’ve been baking.’

I nod. ‘Just wanted to get a head start on pies for tomorrow.’

She kisses me again. ‘They smell delicious. If you don’t keep them out of my way, they won’t last until tomorrow.’

Cupping her cheek, I bring her back to kiss her again. I can’t get enough of her. The kiss deepens, and she adjusts in my lap as my dick wakes up beneath her.

‘You’re insatiable,’ she whispers breathlessly between kisses, and I wrap her up, holding her to me as my lips move hers and her tongue rolls against mine.

‘It’s your birthday,’ I say softly, and she nods as she comes back in for more. ‘What should I give you for your birthday, pix?’ I have her gift upstairs, a little something I brought with me but waited to give to her, but I was thinking more along the lines of my di…

‘Oh, gosh, sorry.’ The soft, sweet Scottish accent has me and Bree turning to find Cara, Doug, and Bowie standing on the lawn, with baby Lottie in her baby carrier strapped to Doug’s chest. Beans bounces around them, desperate for attention, which they—especially Bowie, who runs around with him, giggling as he chases—give happily.

‘Hey.’ Bree makes a move to stand, and I grab her hips to keep her there. Her brother does not need to see me tenting my sweatpants.

‘Happy birthday,’ Doug says, trying to hide his smirk. He fuckin’ knows!

‘Sorry, we did knock on the front door, but there was no answer, so we were just going to leave these here for you.’ Cara grimaces as she holds up a bag and a bouquet of pink roses.

Bree stands now as she feels me at ease, and she moves to take the bags from Cara and give her family a hug. ‘Oh, great, thank you. You didn’t need to get me anything.’

‘It’s your birthday. Of course we did,’ Doug says as Bree hugs Bowie, then stands to lean in and kiss Lottie’s head.

‘The flowers aren’t from us, though,’ Cara says, and I stand. Why does that make me stand? Maybe because Bree isn't a flowers girl, and everyone who truly knows her would know that. ‘Someone left them out by your front gate. I don’t know why they didn’t bring them down to the porch, but I thought I’d bring them in for you.’

Bree meets my eye, and I head down to join them and reach out for the bouquet and the bag of decorations.

‘Why don’t I take these for you?’

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