Page 28 of Torn Souls

Before I can say anything, our woman’s soft voice is filled with reluctance, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, you know. It’s not like the clothes the shopper picked out were even all that bad. I liked a lot of them. My father did keep a roof over my head, food in my belly, and clothed me.”

“That’s the fucking minimum a parent is supposed to provide,” I growl the words.

The fact that she feels like she needs to defend or make excuses for her piss poor father makes me see red.

“True,” she concedes. “I’m just pointing out that not being able to pick out my clothes wasn’t the worst thing in the world.”

I see her point, but her words do nothing to temper my anger. We fall into silence tinged with awkwardness.

As we stop at the gate to our home, I quickly scan the card to let us in and start up the drive. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Oaklynn’s face as we get closer to home.

Her mouth falls open and her eyes widen. “Holy shit,” she breathes out, “this place is huge.”

I chuckle and nod. “While the size is partially about status, it’s also about having the room for all of us. We also left room forif we ever found the right woman to be the woman of the house and started a family.”

Knowing we’re a step closer to that reality with Oaklynn in our lives is terrifying. It’s also exhilarating. The thought of our woman round with our baby has my cock throbbing.

Being around this woman is dangerous. It’s hard to concentrate on anything other than burying myself inside of her tight, wet heat. I have no doubt that her sweet cunt would squeeze me just right and milk all the cum from my balls.

I desperately want to feel that.

“What, like kids?”

When I park and look over, her eyes are wide, but it’s not from fear. The hope and longing coming off her has my heart pounding.

“Of course. We desperately want kids,” I admit.

“Wow,” she breathes out before she looks at me askance. “Like how many are we talking about here?”

I bark out a laugh and shake my head before turning toward her, gripping her chin, and turning her head so our gazes lock. “As many as you want,” I tell her honestly.

She blows out a breath and whispers, “Okay.”

The strength of this woman is astounding. She has no idea how unbreakable she is.

“Let me show you around,” I nod toward the house as I let go of her.

“I think you’ll need to draw me a map,” she jokes, a hint of awe in her tone as she looks at the house again.

With a chuckle, I step out of the car and head around to her side. She has the door open before I can get there and I glare at our woman as I offer her a hand.

The breath she sucks in when she takes my hand and gets out of the car is sharp. Knowing that she’s in pain because of her father has me clenching my jaw.

When she’s standing, I gently push her back against the car while being mindful of her ribs. “Let me open your door for you,” I insist, surprising myself.

I’ve never cared about a woman opening her own door or not, not with the feeling of ferocity I’m barely able to contain at the moment. If I could convince her to never lift a finger again, I would but I know she’ll never agree to that.

Oaklynn’s brown eyes become molten. She pats my chest and gives me a small smile. “Next time,” she placates me.

With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I grip her hand in mine and step away from her to lead her away from the car. Using my fingerprint, I unlock the front door, and we enter a large foyer with vaulted ceilings which opens up to a huge living room with a huge sectional that looks like a cloud.

I can easily see Oaklynn on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her and a book in her hand. If she were pregnant, it would be an even better mental image.

Fuck.

This woman’s magic is something else. I have never looked at any woman, in my life, and imagined her round with my baby. It certainly has never turned me on like this.

“Woah. That couch looks comfortable.”

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