Page 164 of The Games We Play
Something right.
And then I looked at Mac.
My heart swelled so full it felt like it might burst, overflowing with gratitude and a joy that left me breathless.
I had my people.
I hadhim.
What did I ever do to deserve this kind of love?
Whatever it was, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
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Penny trailed her finger slowly down the center of my chest, circling just above my belly button before sliding back up again. Over and over, she traced the same path, each stroke light as air, teasing and tickling in a way that lit up every nerve ending. I lay there beneath her touch, completely content, completely hers.
We’d spent the morning tangled in bed, the kind of lazy intimacy that didn’t need to be defined. Justus. Just the quiet comfort of knowing the hardest part was behind us.
My girlfriend.
Myeverything.
I reached up and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering at her jaw as I looked at her with a smile I couldn’t contain. I must’ve looked like a lovesick idiot, but I didn’t care. Not one bit.
We were here. Together. No secrets. No confusion. No more pretending we didn’t want the life we kept dancing around.
Honesty was the new rule, so I decided to stop holding back.
“I’ve been thinking,” I said softly.
Penny smirked, eyes twinkling. “I hope not too hard. Wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.”
I gave her a mock glare. “Fine. Forget it. I’m not telling you now.”
She gasped dramatically and sat up, shifting to straddle my hips, her thighs hugging my sides. The oversized shirt she wore slid off one shoulder, revealing a teasing flash of skin.
“Boo,” she said, grinning. “Tell me.”
I turned my head, feigning stubbornness, but she wasn’t having it. She cupped my face, guiding my gaze back to hers.
“Mac,” she whined, dragging my name out like it was a promise.
I sighed, hands finding her hips as I pulled her flush against me. My fingers dug in just enough to make her gasp as I began to roll her hips, guiding her to grind against me.
“I’ve been thinking,” I murmured, “about how damn cute our babies will be.”
Her eyes widened, her breath catching. “Babies?” she squeaked.
“Oh, Penny,” I said with a wicked smile. “I’m going to get you pregnant. That’s not up for debate.”
Her lips parted, surprise written all over her face—and a flicker of something else, too. Something warm. Curious. Turned on.
“We have a lot of things to figure out first,” she said, though her hips kept moving with mine, slow and sinfully sweet.
“Like what?” I asked, voice low, pulse kicking up.
