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I drag a hand over my head. “Yeah.” Then I sigh heavily, feeling the weight of the day on my shoulders. This has to have been the worst day in my entire life, even worse than the day I brought the little shitbag home, and I never want a repeat of it again. “Please.” I nod at him, and he gifts me with a smile.

“Everything will be okay, man.” He squeezes my shoulder, and I wish I could feel an ounce of his confidence right now. “Just show her you’re not going anywhere. That’s what I’d do.” He stares back at me with conviction, and I see the truth behind my friend’s eyes. He’d give anything to be in my position, a family of his own instead of the one crumbling around him. Something passes between us, and I straighten my shoulders while lifting my chin, promising him without saying it that I’ll do whatever it takes to help him too.

Starting first thing Monday.

His bitch of a wife is going down so he can finally start a new life and have a chance of the family he’s always dreamed of.

Now I need to win my family back, and more importantly, I need to keep them.

CHAPTERTHIRTY

GIA

I don’t knowhow long I took to fall asleep; my tears stopped falling because my body was spent after attempting to curl into a ball, a little bit difficult given my growing bump.

Warmth spreads through me and his scent wraps around me, along with his thick arms, as I melt into the heat of his solid chest.

I’m dreaming, right?

He nuzzles into my hair, sniffing me before exhaling and sending a shiver over my body. Then he hooks his fingers into my panties and sweeps them to the side before guiding his solid cock to my entrance.

Oh Jesus… I clench at the thought of him stretching me, and when he thrusts up inside me, my eyes snap open at the intensity of his force.

I attempt to move, but his heavy arm tightens around me, then he slides his thick hand up my camisole, and he holds my breast in his palm. “Don’t tell me to stop,” he grunts, and pushes his thick cock inside me. “I just want to feel you close to me.” Tenderness laces his tone, and I find myself nodding, allowing him to remain positioned inside me, but I don’t know if it’s for him or me.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps against my ear, and I don’t know what he’s apologizing for: his words, his actions, leaving me? “I’m sorry for everything,” he whispers, confirming my thoughts, and all I can do is nod.

* * *

I don’t know how long we lie with his warmth wrapped around me like a blanket protecting me. His cock is lodged firmly inside me, and his heavy breaths float over my hair.

My pussy tightens around him, and he chuckles. “You need to stop doing that, baby. It’s making me want to fuck you, and I only intended to tell you how sorry I am while I hold you.”

I lick my lips. “Mm-maybe I want you to show me.”

His arms tighten around me, then he slowly pulls out of me, and I hate the feeling of his absence. He pushes me onto my back, and I whine at the loss of his touch.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers, and positions himself between my legs, so I rest up on my elbows to peer over my bump. He strokes his cock at my entrance, and I watch transfixed at his large fist pumping up and down, and his pupils flare with arousal. He licks his lips, and he his abs contract, his breathing getting heavier as he stares at my wet pussy. “Your pussy is fucking begging for my cock, Gia.” His eyes swim with possession.

Then he guides the head of his cock up and down my slit, coating it with my arousal as he toys with the entrance to my pussy hole. With each stroke, I buck beneath him, and his chest rises with what I can only imagine is the need I feel. “Can you feel how much I need you, Gia?”

I nod frantically, lifting my hips.

“Can you feel how much my cock wants to stay inside you?”

“Please.”

“Tell me what you want, beautiful. Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I pant. “I need you, Reed.”

His gaze lifts to meet mine, and we stare at one another, the strength behind his eyes screaming at me how much he needs me, pulling at my heart and twisting. I belong to him, and him to me.

He lines up his cock, our eyes remain locked, and this time, he slides in slowly, taking my breath away with the way my heart beats faster at his stare, the way he leans over me and presses his lips to mine, careful not to squash bump in the process. The tenderness behind it and the slow motion of his hips moving so passionately tell me everything I need to know.

“I…” He gazes at me. “I’m not good with words, Gia.”

My throat clogs, and I simply nod.

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