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His body rocks against mine as he dips down and snags a nipple with his teeth. He teases the bud and then moves to the other. Soothing me with his tongue and then returning to the other. The vibrator rests on my clit, and he fucks me in steady strokes.

The only reason I’m still hanging on to this thin thread is that I just came, but when he flicks my nipple with his tongue, it’s the final touch that sends me over.

He covers my mouth to mute my scream, and I come with such intensity that I must be squeezing him until it hurts because his face pinches. But instead of pulling back, he fucks me harder. Until he’s no longer being slow or polite. He’s fucking me hard enough to move the mattress. And right when I think I can’t take anymore, he spills himself into me. Losing himself as his cum leaks with his continued thrusts.

When he finally collapses, his weight is a warm blanket of touches and kisses. His fingers draw circles over my skin, and he grazes his lips over my temple with the final pulse of his climax. It isn’t until the shivers subside that he rolls off me.

It’s quiet.

At a distance, I hear the faint hum of motorcycles that kept me awake when I first arrived, but now theyrelax me. When Jesse doesn’t say anything, I take a deep breath, staring at the ceiling.

“I need to tell you something,” I say.

We’re being reckless. There are serious consequences to this.

“No.” From the corner of my eye, I spot him shaking his head. “You don’t.”

I look over at him, and he closes his eyes, releasing a heavy exhale before finally turning to face me. “I—”

“Reagan…” He cuts me off, wiping his palm down his face. “Don’t say it.”

“Why?”

His gaze falls to where my hand rests over my stomach, proof that even if I haven’t said I’m not on birth control, he’s already aware that’s where this conversation is going.

“Because once you do, we should probably come to our senses before this turns into something you’re not ready for.”

“Is it something you’re ready for?”

Jesse rolls to his side, brushing a hand down my cheek and tucking my hair behind my ear. “There is no being ready for anything when it comes to you, Reagan Brady.”

It’s not a yes or no, and he doesn’t give me time to wonder because his lips land on mine, making me lose all sense.

Good.

Bad.

Reckless.

Jesse rolls and settles between my legs, saying sorry with his body again and again. All night long. And even when sleep finally pulls me under, I still want more.

I want all of him.

27

Legacy

The sound of gigglesmeets me when I walk through the door. It’s music to my ears as I strip off my cut and hang it in the entryway. And when Bea’s laugh is followed by Reagan’s, my heart hammers against my ribs.

Reagan and I have been playing this game of sneaking around for a couple of weeks now. Every night, after Bea goes to bed, I slip into Reagan’s room. I’m slowly learning every little detail about her. From her past to the pattern of freckles that dot the back of her right shoulder. And every detail makes me desperate to learn more.

I need to know every shade of her smile. Every fleck of honey in her brown eyes. Every sound. Every moan. Every hum.

But while we continue figuring each other out, while avoiding defining what we’re doing, we have no choice but to continue hiding from my five-year-old.

We can’t bring Bea into this without being able to give her clear answers, which means for now, we have to keep her in the dark or finally pull the trigger.

It sounds simple when Reagan has my full attention and my brothers know not to fuck with her, but it’s not. After Bea, I vowed not to bring anyone else into this with me. For their safety and for the sake of Bea’s heart. But if anyone is going to have me breaking that promise, it will be Reagan Brady.

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