Page 231 of King of Pain
I turn to him, placing both hands on his chest, gripping the fabric of his T-shirt to steady myself. His heart is racing beneath my palms.
“I love it,” I whisper. I search his eyes, my heart full of so much I can’t even put words to. “You’re going to be the most incredible father, you know that?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “What if I’m—”
I cut him off, voice firm. “You’re nothing like him, Chance.”
“But how do you know? You can’t know—”
I shake my head, cutting him off again, cupping the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “I know. I know because of the lengths you’ve gone to for the people you love. The way you love, Chance Sullivan? I pity the fool who ever tries to mess with our kids.”
A low rumble grows in his chest, and I smirk. “See? The buns aren’t even in the oven yet and your protective instincts are already in overdrive.”
“Oh fuck, what are we going to do if both Jen and Lexi’s inseminations take?”
I laugh. “I already told you—we’re getting a bigger house. It’s not like we can’t afford a few kids.”
He gulps. “A few?”
I press a soft kiss to his lips. “Well... I love that we’ll have at least one with our genetics running around. But if we have the means, I think we should adopt at some point too. There are kids out there who need a leg up in this cold world.”
His whole expression softens, and in a voice that makes my chest ache, he whispers, “There’s nothing I would deny that heart of yours, Beautiful.”
A grin tugs at my lips. I drag one teasing finger down the center of his chest. “Good.”
Then I fist the front of his shirt, yank him to me, and kiss him filthy and deep, pouring everything into it.
When I break the kiss, our foreheads pressed together, I lower my voice—dark, full of promise.
“Now, I’m giving you ninety seconds to get out of these clothes and into the shower.” Chance’s eyes darken, and I finish with a wicked grin. “Then I’m going to join you... and try to knock you up the old-fashioned way.”
He barks a laugh, but before I can even blink, he’s yanking off his T-shirt, trotting out of the room, kicking his shorts off, those damn white boxer briefs clinging to that perfect ass.
I watch him, laughing, heart so full I swear it could burst.
Fuck. The. Shower.
I might just throw him down and take him right here on the floor.
Chance collapses face-down on the bed, dragging me with him. I land heavy across his back, both of us breathless and glistening with sweat.
He turns his face toward me, lips barely brushing the sheets as he mumbles, “I’ll never get tired of feeling you inside me.”
I hum against his skin and press lazy kisses along his neck, tasting the salt there, then lay one final kiss at the corner of his mouth before shifting onto my side, still nestled deep inside him. I wrap my arms around his chest, pulling him impossibly closer, pressing my forehead to his shoulder and inhaling the scent of him.
Chance’s hands skim over my arms, fingers finding mine and linking us together.
“Hey, Ant?” he murmurs.
“Yeah?” I answer, voice still wrecked from all the ways we just ravaged each other.
“Did you mean it?”
I kiss the curve of his shoulder. “Mean what?”
Chance squeezes my hand tighter. “When you panic-proposed to me. Is that something you really wanted?”
I freeze for a second, then lean up enough for my voice to be close to his ear. “Absolutely. I mean, that moment was a little...forced, but I think I knew you were my forever the day you walked into Devil Records.”
