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The only thing I could think to do was swipe my fingers between her legs, gathering my cum and promptly pushing it back inside her.
Natalie gasped, her eyes flying wide, even while her lips barely contained a grin.
“You like that, baby?” I murmured, my fingers stilled deep inside her. “You like it when I breed this pussy?”
She nodded without hesitating, and I swore beneath my breath.
“I’m going to become addicted to this,” I warned her as I withdrew my fingers and sucked them into my mouth, our combined tastes dancing on my tongue, only securing the addictionI knew was on the horizon. “It’s going to become a problem, Natalie.”
“I don’t know,” she laughed, her heated gaze locked on my mouth. “It sounds like a good problem to have. Itfeelslike a good problem to have.”
I shook my head. “I’m so fucking glad you agree.”
Natalie’s eyes wandered up to mine and then latched on, keeping a simmering eye contact as we both worked to catch our breath and wrap our heads around what just happened.
“I’m not going anywhere, Natalie,” I found myself saying. “Which means, whatever happens this week…I will be here. Fighting for you. And Chloe. Fighting forthislife. Okay?”
Natalie continued to hold my gaze while she took a shaky breath. Tears lined her lashes, but they didn’t fall. Eventually, she nodded.
After a long moment, I circled my arms around her, cupping her bottom. “Can I take you to bed, Sunshine?”
“Yeah, Cameron.” After a long exhale, she flashed me the sweetest smile in the world. It shone so fucking bright. “I think our bed is calling our name.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
cameron
I’D SPENT COUNTLESS HOURS in a courtroom, but none of them had made me feel the way I did now.
I had all the faith in the world in Juniper—I never would have stepped aside if I didn’t—but that didn’t mean that I didn’t feel a little powerless and a lot restless, standing at the back of the room.
This was our third consecutive day here. Blake and Delaney had been called as witnesses yesterday and then stayed to support Natalie in the gallery. Today, they’d switched with Gemma and Noah—who’d watched Chloe yesterday—so they could be brought forward to the stand.
Korey’s lawyer pressed Noah the hardest. They questioned his fame and character and ability to be the support system Natalie claimed he was. Noah kept his cool, like he promised me he would when we talked last week. He told me he was used to getting grilled by the press and media, but I’d been a little worried it would be different when the topic of conversation was his family. But he did well. I suspected it pissed Juniper off more than Noah, based on the fire in her words when it was her turn.
My eyes drifted over Natalie’s parents in the gallery, sitting next to Ellie. They’d all flown in for the trial, eventhough there wasn’t much they could do except just…be here. But sometimes that was all that mattered. Anne London had her hand in Natalie’s best friend’s while they sat stoically in the benches. I couldn’t see their faces from where I was standing, but I could see the tension in their shoulders.
I felt it, too. Everything had gone how I imagined it would, for the most part. But God, I needed this to be done for Natalie’s sake. I could see how exhausted and stressed she was. Not many people would notice. Her shoulders were straight, her chin up. But her eyes told me she needed a break, and fuck if it wasn’t killing me. The trial likely could have wrapped up yesterday. I’d beenhopingwe were going to, but at least we were getting a ruling today. The judge was on a recess at the moment and would be coming back shortly.
Well, hopefully shortly. But as long as we didn’t have to wait days or weeks for a decision, I didn’t fucking care.
I physically couldn’t imagine it at this point, letting Chloe leave with Korey. Tolivewith him? There was no way in fucking hell. I could barely stomach the idea of letting her go with him for his normal visitation weekends. Chloe belonged with Natalie and me. In Boston, with the rest of her family. Not a dad who only used her as a tool, a pawn in a game of chess.
I had so many plans for the three of us. Alifetimeof plans for my girls, my family.
The bailiff cleared their throat, and I stood straighter. They called for us to all rise, and people shuffled to their feet as Judge Anderson entered the room again.
Fuck, this was it.
My eyes drifted to Natalie, and at the same moment, she glanced over her shoulder. Our eyes met, and I gave her an encouraging smile.This is it, Sunshine. After this, it’ll all be over.
She breathed in. Breathed out. I could tell she didn’t want to look away from me, terrified of facing a reality that might not be what we’d worked for. But I gave her a nod, and she straightened her shoulders, twisting back to the front of thecourtroom anyway, strong as ever as she gave all her attention to the judge.
I kept all my attention on her. We waited with bated breath as Judge Anderson began an oral reading of the ruling, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off Natalie. Which meant I got to see everything I felt reflected in her—the shift of her body, the breath whooshing out of her, the loosening of her shoulders, the relief in her posture as it was all brought to a conclusion.
Natalie would maintain sole physical custody of Chloe.
Chloe was staying with Natalie.
