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I rear back and scan her face. “Tell me you love me,” I beg, hoping she can see the truth and desperation in my eyes. Hoping she can see into my broken soul as I plead with her to fix me. Fix us.

“Tell me you love me, Gia.” And everything will be okay.

I wait with bated breath as she swallows, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, and I suck in a sharp breath when she cups my jaw with her palm. “I love you, Reed.”

“I fucking love you too.” I slam my lips against hers and slowly push inside her, filling her to the hilt as our tender kiss becomes feverish. Both of us swallow back our groans, our longing.

My hips work at a steady pace, determined to make it last. One thrust after the other in calculated moves that send waves of pleasure through me.

I move my fingers over her swollen bud, grazing and toying with it in circular motions. Her heavy pants spur me on with each touch, and her pussy tightens around me. She comes undone in my arms, and Christ, she’s the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

“I love you, my little thief,” I repeat as my release floods her, and I will her body to swell once again.

CHAPTERFORTY-SEVEN

REED

I spentthe night stroking over Jax’s soft head of hair, loving the feel of his warmth against my bare chest. How I could ever willingly be apart from him, I’ll never know. I may not have liked children before I met Bryce, hell, I don’t think I like any other than my own, but now I can’t imagine them not being in my life. I wouldn’t survive it.

They’re my everything, and I can’t wait to fill Gia with more. So many fucking more.

His hair felt softer than before, and I’m positive his face has filled out, and I despise myself for the time I’ve missed; the pain is immeasurable and not something I ever want to endure again. I’ll spend a lifetime proving my love to them.

When we returned from down by the dock hand in hand, I was surprised that Gia offered for me to stay with her and the boys. I was hoping we could work things out slowly, but given she all but jumped me again, I had little to no choice but to stay the night. I’ve spent what little time I’ve been awake thinking about our future together. Fuck going slow, I want us married as soon as possible.

Bryce was asleep when we returned, but I checked on him and gave his messy hair a kiss. Bubbles, the psycho dog, was curled up beside him, and it made my heart swell at the sight.

“I don’t want any more secrets between us, Gia.” I toy with her hair as she lies on my chest.

“Me neither.” Her finger trails over the small smattering of hair along my V line, and the action makes my cock thicken beneath the sheets.

“I bought the damn dog, hoping to win Bryce over.” I glance down at her, and she chews on her bottom lip, but I can still see the small smile playing on her pretty face. “I didn’t know it wasn’t a bulldog or a boy, and I didn’t care. I just wanted to make you both like me.”

“He loves Bubbles.” She admits with a giggle, then she shakes her head and turns to face me. “You’re an idiot, Reed.”

“Tyson has a dog.” I shrug, and I’m pretty sure she can read between the lines. I needed to outdo the fucker.

“Tyson is…”

“Not competition?” I lift my eyebrow.

“Exactly. Not competition.”

“You still slept with him,” I remind her.

She rolls her eyes, and I bend and swat her ass playfully. “You slept with the whole of New Jersey,” she quips back.

“I didn’t let them sleep over. They were not fixtures in my personal space after I fucked them. We were done.”

She eyes me skeptically and scans over my face. “If it makes you uncomfortable him staying over, then he won’t anymore.”

Her words surprise me, but honestly, they shouldn’t. This is Gia, and she’s simply amazing. Always putting other people’s thoughts and feelings first.

I blow out a heavy breath. “It’s fine. He’s grown on me. Anyway, he’s good with the boys.” I hate to admit it, but he is good with the boys, and I trust him with all of them.

She nods, and her smile grows wider, then something flashes in her eyes that I don’t like. She shifts and turns away from me, but when she rests her head back on my chest, I relax slightly despite there being an odd change between us. Maybe she was thinking about all the hurt I caused. My stomach rolls at the thought and my arm tightens around her.

“I love you, Gia.” I’m not sure who I’m saying it for, her or me, but I need her to hear it again. I’ll never fucking tire of telling her.

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