Page 105 of When We Break

She tries to shake her head, but I hold firm.

“Never what, Irish? I won’t ask again.”

“I’ve never felt anything like this.” She groans as her contractions start, and I know she’sright there.

“Come, beautiful. Come all over me. God, you’re making such a beautiful mess. I fucking love it.”

“Beckett,” she cries out, pushing against me. “Harder.”

I raise an eyebrow in surprise but don’t need her to repeat herself. My hand in her hair tightens, and I slam into her, and she yells out, falling apart.

Her pussy milks me so hard, I can’t help but follow her over, and I swear I must black out because the next thing I know, I’m folded over her back, panting, kissing her shoulders.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, are you trying to kill me, then?” she asks with a laugh in her voice.

“God, baby.” I can’t stop touching her soft-as-fuck skin. My hand drags down the long curve of her spine, and she purrs. “You’re every fantasy brought to life.”

“That’s you.” She shakes her head, and when I release her hair, she falls to the sofa, trying to catch her breath.

I pull out of her and take in the mess we made—I wasn’t exaggerating. She made a fuckingmess—and I decide, fuck it. I lift her in my arms, sit with her in my lap, and reach for her water to offer it to her.

“You need this, Irish.”

Her eyelids are heavy, and she looks so blissed out. It makes me proud.

“Thanks.”

She wraps both hands around the glass and sips.

“I’ll clean us up in just a minute.” I kiss her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Aside from the fact that my brain is numb?” Her smile is soft, and I love the way she wrinkles up her nose when she rubs her fingers in my whiskers. “I’m bloody fantastic,a ghrá. And how are you, then? What can I do for you?”

“You can tell me whata ghrámeans.”

Her lips twitch into a soft smile, and she runs her fingertips down my face and into my whiskers.

“It meansmy love.”

She blows me away every day. I don’t need anything from her when she’s in my arms like this. Nothing at all.

“This. This is all you need to do for me, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

She sighs. “I do love the way you take care of me, Mr. Blackwell.”

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“I wanted the rentals to be far enough away from the dairy operation and my house that I don’t get unwanted visitors,” I inform Connor as I drive him in the side-by-side on the path toward the cabins. “We get a few wanderers now and then, but they’re quickly directed back to where they need to be. There’s a separate gated entrance onto the property for guests.”

He nods, taking in the scenery around us.

It’s a Sunday, which means that all of my siblings are here for the day, to play or work, whatever they want to do. We also invited Connor, Mik, and Benji out, and they took us up on the offer. Skyla has Mik and Benji out at the horse barn.

Connor wanted a tour of the guest cabins, which didn’t surprise any of us.

“Do you have accommodations for meals?” he asks me.

“No, I don’t have a communal space for a kitchen, or lounging. Each cabin has its own kitchen. I’ve thought of adding a lodge-type building with single rooms or suites and a commercial kitchen, so it becomes more like a bed and breakfast, but for now, I’m a one-man show, and I’d need much more staff for that, not to mention money.”

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