Page 121 of The Ranger
“No, it’s not a bloody yes.”
It is a yes.
Iammarrying this man, but I am not going to let him get away with saying that and not find out more.
“Are you sure?Just because Zara is born doesn’t mean—”
“Stop.I am sure.I want youandour daughter.I want more kids.I want to be the husband and father that my mom deserved.For you.For me.For our kids.”
I place my hand on his face and seek the answers in his eyes.
“I felt like a failure the moment you said you were pregnant.Like I was already my messed-up dad.”
“Cole.”I shake my head.
“I did fuck up.”He covers my hand.
“You haven’tfluffedanything up.”I pat his chest.“We use that word now, Daddy.”
“Fine.Fluff.”He nods, and I swear my heart just swelled a thousand times its size seeing this huge Army Ranger sayfluff.
My walls dissolve as we both become completely vulnerable with one another.
“Cole, we both did it.Not you.Not me.Without both of us, Zara wouldn’t exist.Trust me, I’ve masturbated a lot of times and never gotten pregnant.”
“Do not say masturbate.”He groans.
I smirk.“Sorry,rubbed my clit.”
“Jesus, woman.”His hand slides down my back, cupping my thigh, and he lifts it up across one of his legs.
“What are you doing?”My brows shoot up.
“Considering coercion.Say yes, and I’ll make you come.”His fingers brush the edge of my pussy.
“Wow, as far as proposals come, they don’t get any more romantic than this.”I lean into him, not really complaining.
Next minute he tugs down my leggings, and I’m gasping.
“Wow, okay, let’s just totally forgo any pretense that you aren’t—”
Christ!
He scoops me up, lays me on the sofa and climbs between my legs.I’m not going to lie, I want this so much.
He face plants my pussy and latches onto my clit, eyes on me the entire time.
“Say yes,”
“Oh, fuck,” I clutch the sofa with one hand, his hair with my other.When his fingers enter me, I feel the remnants of pain from childbirth, but it’s not enough to stop him.Not when my body is thrumming with desire.
“Scar,” Cole palms thighs, pressing them open wider, then laps at me some more.He does this exaggerated lick, then grins.“Say you’ll be my wife.”
“What are we going to tell our kids?”I gasp, lifting off the sofa.
“That we went to the Niagara Falls, and I got down on my knees because, my god, you are wet,”
I almost laugh, but he lifts my butt and sucks my clit until I scream.
