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There’s a command in my voice; one her body responds to. I swear she gets fucking wetter. As I tip my head back at how fucking good it feels, I try to hold back the cum churning in my balls as they draw up while the base of my spine tingles.
So fucking close.
“That’s it,” I encourage her, praise coating my words. “Love being inside of you, Haven.” My words are broken, almost nonsensical. “Feel so good. So fucking good.”
“Yes,” she hisses as the walls of her pussy start to squeeze.
And then she’s falling off the edge of her pleasure, her face turning pink as her lungs hold back her breath without her even realizing it. I keep moving, holding out her orgasm, making it last as long as possible.
The moment her body relaxes against the mattress, her fingers twitching where they’re still digging into my shoulders, I can’t hold back any longer. I grunt and then roar out her name as I plunge my length as deep inside of her as I can.
Ropes of my cum paint her walls and, for a moment, I wish she weren’t on birth control. Logically, I’m very aware that wehave time. But, fuck, I want to plant my seed inside of her and watch her grow round with our baby.
Our baby.
My eyes cross and my vision goes blurry as my balls drain and my heart tries to punch itself out of my chest. I’m a fucking mess.
But Haven stills snuggles against my chest when I roll us until she’s draped across me. My softening cock is still inside of her, and I’m sure we’ve made a mess.
I don’t care and if the sigh of contentment Haven lets out is any indication, she doesn’t either. My hand runs up and down the length of her spine, her sweat soaked skin reminding me of how hard I made my woman come.
“Love you,” Haven whispers, her lips brushing against my neck with every word.
“Love you forever, Haven,” I tell her, my voice serious. “You and Wilde are mine. My family. My future.”
She sighs, her body going limp against me and I can’t help but smile.
My storm blew into my life, unexpected but needed. Even when there is destruction, there is purpose and meaning in what fate brings into our lives.
I’m not the man I was. But look at all I gained.
Fucking worth it.
CHAPTER 22
HAVEN
As I wake up slowly, all I feel is peace. Peace. It’s something so many people feel without even realizing or acknowledging what it is they are experiencing. It’s chalked up to just another day. Where difficult days are infinitely easier to spot, ones rooted in peace are easily overlooked, which is why they’re taken for granted.
Until they’re not.
Until every day feels like a war you’ll never win. Because the battlefield is peppered with mines and you keep slipping on the blood from the day before.
Even though the house is quiet around me, except for the sound of Knox’s steady sleepy breathing behind me where he’s wrapped his body around me like a shield, it doesn’t scare me. For years, silence meant the unknown, it meant unsure steps, it meant waiting for the monster to awaken.
But I don’t have to worry about it anymore. I haven’t had to worry about it for a while, but knowing it’s all over andhewon’t ever be able to find me, makes the reality of now so much more.
Even knowing Wilde isn’t here doesn’t put me on edge. He’s safe. There’s no doubt in my mind he had an amazing time.
Maybe one day we can host our own kiddo sleepover right here.
It’s a little early for it because while I feel comfortable in Knox’s home, it hasn’t quite sunk in that it’s my home as well.
Curiosity gets the better of me and, wondering what will happen, I press my ass back against the hard ridge of Knox’s morning hard-on. He grunts, his arms tightening around me. His subconscious might be warning me, but the one thing I’m not afraid of, and haven’t feared for even a moment, is Knox.
He would never raise his hands to me in anger. He would never cause me to sob silently because of the pain he inflicted on me. He would never watch dispassionately as Wilde tried to tend to wounds, which he should have never seen in the first place.
Knox is not my ex, and he never will be.
