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Broken moans fill the air. His. Mine. And desperation fills me when I feel the thick width of his cock press against my folds.

He eases inside me, heat spearing through my entire body as he penetrates me with slow, shallow thrusts.

“Blake,” I whimper, holding onto him, my head tilted back, eyes closed.

“Look at me,” he demands. “Need to see your eyes, sweetheart.”

When I blink, I suck in a breath at the love I see in his gaze.

“Marry me.” His voice is heavy, guttural. “Marry me, Kiley. You don’t have to answer me now, but—”

“Yes,” I whisper, unable to breathe.

His fingers lace with mine, his cock still wedged inside me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He seats himself deeper, and pleasure ripples through my flesh. Pleasure that starts in my soul and radiates through every cell in my body. I hold his gaze and let myself be consumed by him, allowing the sensations to build to heights I’d been terrified to go.

Hard, powerful thrusts take me, mark me in ways I never thought possible, until I’m crying out, the eruption of my release mixed with his flooding my entire body. My heart opens completely. And I know it’s not just me who’s been consumed. He’s as much mine as I’m his. Together we’re whole. The broken pieces inside of us fusing together into something new.

Something unbreakable.

Chapter Twenty-One

Blake

“You’re sure this is okay?”Kiley asks, fidgeting in the seat next to me.

I turn off the ignition and take her hand. It wasn’t easy tracking Lucy down. And for a few weeks, I’d worried that Amy had lied to Kiley about the child still being alive. But I’d gotten the call two nights ago from my PI, telling me that she’d been adopted by a husband and wife, both teachers, who live twenty minutes outside of the city.

“I talked to the husband, and he said they were happy to meet with you. But if it’s too much—”

“No.” She gives me a small smile. “I want to see her. Even if it’s just once.” She opens her door, but I see the worry that tugs at her mouth when she gets out.

The weeks following the shooting, I had a hard time letting her out of my sight. Even though I know the danger has passed, I think there will always be a part of me that feels like I need to protect her. But I also need to trust her.

And I do.

Completely.

With my heart. With my love.With my child.

We’ve kept it a secret, even from Kane and Brynne, needing the time for ourselves. But we plan on telling them today. And I know it’s another reason why she’s nervous.

I have my own reasons for being nervous. Today is her birthday and when we leave here, I have a surprise for her. But my focus has to be one hundred percent on her right now, because I see the fear creeping into her expression as we walk up the cobblestone pathway toward the house.

I stop and take Kiley’s hand, kissing each knuckle. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m just having a hard time processing it all, I guess. Two years I thought Lucy was...”

“I know.”

“But she’s alive and Amy is gone. I know it’s not my fault, but...”

I pull her into my arms and kiss her forehead, wishing I could take away all the pain she’s been through. Sometimes when I let my mind wander and think about the horrors she’s seen, a fierce anger builds inside of me.

It makes me want to make sure the rest of her life is free of pain.

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