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“Danny!” I scream his name as my orgasm bursts inside of me, shattering my entire existence on top of him. My eyebrows furrow and my teeth shut against each other, as a sharp moan cries out of me.
He hums devilishly, right before he picks up his pace and then he’s grunting hard. He’s filling me up with his come and my body falls on top of him, exhaustion overtaking me.
He slows down his pace making sure I get the full amount of his come inside of me. I’m about to crawl off his gorgeous unreal body but he stops me.
"This is the way I want you for the rest of my days and nights,full of my come.”
He grabs my chin and brings my lips toward him. My entire body shakes from all the emotions and sore muscles.
He takes in my bottom lip. At first, he sucks on it but then he switches to his teeth, biting down so hard, he draws blood, just like the first time we had sex. He licks the blood off my lips with his tongue and I freeze in complete shock.
“Mm, the color Red, just like a Cherry.”
Chapter40
ari
It was painful getting out of Danny's bed this morning. The alarm I set on my phone wakes me from the most peaceful slumber I have had in the past few months.
I dreaded going to work today, I simply didn’t want to go.
Danny was already awake when my alarms went off because I woke up alone. I'm staring at his ceiling, watching the fan move in a blur. My phone lights up with a text from Lori.
My screensaver reflects a happy wide-eyed Paul. He's in his PT uniform. He has me in a playful chokehold while his hand is knuckled into my scalp. My hair was a mess, and my annoyed expression says it all. I'm rolling my eyes at my big brother with a smirk.
The sight of Paul causes curiosity surrounding his death, to bloom again. I'm so wrapped up in Danny again that I almost forget the one question that I'm determined to get answers about.
The smell of eggs and bacon sucked into my nose and my mouth waters. I force myself out of bed, somehow finding the energy to do so. I rub my tiny bump before I do anything else. It's my way of saying good morning to our baby. The thought of Danny holding our unborn child makes me giddy with excitement. First I have to tell him, of course.
I start my search for clothes. The air hitting my naked skin caused me to shiver. I rub my hands up and down against my arms trying to keep warm.
I walk towards Danny's dresser, the bottom of my feet feeling icy as they touch the wooden floor. I go through Danny's drawers and find an oversized sweater that readsNAVYtitled in the middle, then I grab a pair of his black boxers.
I send a text to my mom as I head down the stairs to check in on her. It makes me nervous knowing she slept alone last night while Shane is still on the loose, hiding from the military police. I would never feel comfortable again in my own home until Shane’s locked up and can't terrorize me anymore.
But I got no notifications from the security camera so I can hold off from completely freaking out.
The smell of breakfast gets more intense as I get closer to the kitchen. My vision locks onto Danny, rubbing jelly on his toast with a butter knife. He's wearing a dark blue shirt and shorts. His hair slightly wet and messy, falling over his forehead that's coated with sweat.
He hasn’t taken notice of me, yet. Or so I think. The sunlight from the open windows illuminates the entire kitchen and living room. The only thing I see are open fields of green grass and tall evergreen trees. His land was breathtaking.
My heart begins to pound at the sight of him making breakfast. Something about a man that cooks has me swooning.
"Good morning." Danny meets my gaze, placing his toast on a plate.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the one that's supposed to be making you breakfast," I announce sitting on his kitchen island bar stool. He looks up at me and smiles.
"I disagree." Danny places a plate of food in front of me.
Eggs, bacon, and toast.
"I'm completely capable of making my girl breakfast before she wakes up."
My heart skips a beat.I will never get used to being his.
"What time did you wake up?" I take a bite of the eggs, first.
"Around five. I usually wake up early. I got a workout in and then went on a five-mile run outside. I have a home gym in the basement. You're more than welcome to use it." He grabs an iced glass, with amber liquid inside of it and my heart drops like an anchor.
