Page 43 of Dark Seduction

I find Burntoutside the garage, leaning against the rough brick wall, the distant rumble of motorcycles and chatter from inside the building providing a muted backdrop to the conversation we need to have.

I turn to him, my expression serious. "Look, man, you need to back off some and give Mack her space."

Burnt raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "I’m just trying to help."

I release a weary sigh, searching for the right words to convey my point. "Dude, I get it. We all want to support her, but the way you’ve been hovering over her—it's pushing her to the brink. Just because she's pregnant doesn't mean she's helpless. Mack’s a strong, independent woman. She can handle herself."

Burnt shakes his head, frustration painting his features. “I know that, ok? But she’s so fucking stubborn. I just want to be there for her in case she needs me.”

"Yeah, well, she know that already. But the way you’ve been acting is over the fucking top. And it's not just me who's noticed. People are starting to talk. We're drawing too much attention, and that's not helping anyone, least of all Mack."

Burnt groans, his head dropping back against the brick wall, his expression conflicted. "I just... I worry about her, V. I want to make sure she's okay."

Sometimes I forget how young Burnt truly is. Sure, he’s twenty-three, and that’s only five years younger than I am, but in moments like this, those five years seem like an eternity. "Right now, she needs some space to figure things out. We can't force this, and you can't keep pushing her. It's only going to make things more complicated."

Burnt’s face twists with anger and he shoves away from the wall with a growl. “That’s easy for you to say, man. You have no idea what all of this means to me. You know what it’s like to have a child. To have a piece of you living and breathing apart from you, and you know what it’s like to lose that.” His hand comes up and he pokes himself in the chest with his thumb. “I’ve never had that. I’ve never had a connection to anyone like that. A blood tie. And if she decides she’s not going to keep this baby, I still won’t know what that’s like.”

I sigh, taking his place against the wall and stuffing my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. “How do you even know that baby is yours? It could be my DNA that won the race.”

“I don’t know,” Burnt replies. “But does it matter?”

Burnt's question hangs in the air between us, and I consider it carefully. Does it really matter which one of us is this baby’s biological father? After all, we both share a deep connection with Mack, and that connection is what binds us together in this unique relationship. It’s that connection that created this baby in the first place.

I shake my head slowly, realizing the truth in Burnt's words. "No, I guess it doesn’t. What matters is that we both love Mack. If she decides to keep the baby, we'll both be there as fathers in every sense of the word."

A warm smile grows across his face. "Exactly. It's not about biology; it's about love, and no man will ever love a baby as much as we will love this one. Either one of us would burn the entire world to the ground to protect him or her.”

Mack steps out from the shadows of the garage, her appearance contradicting the strength she's been trying to put off. Her eyes, glistening with unshed tears, dart around the dimly lit space until they finally land on Burnt and me. There's a vulnerability in her gaze, a rawness she's been trying to conceal.

"I've made my decision," Mack says, her gaze unwavering as she looks at each of us in turn. "I'm going to keep the baby."

A surge of emotions washes over me, a mixture of relief, joy, and a touch of apprehension. The reality of becoming a father is sinking in, and it's both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. But above all, there's an overwhelming sense of happiness that Mack has chosen to bring this new life into the world, and we'll be there for her every step of the way.

Burnt's face breaks into a wide grin, and he steps forward, wrapping his arms around her, practically suffocating her in a hug. "Oh, thank God."

I join the embrace, our trio huddled together in a moment of shared happiness. Mack's choice has solidified our bond even further, bringing us together in a way I still don’t quite understand but wouldn’t change for anything.

What started off as one incredibly sexy night at the Vanilla Villa has turned into a family. An unconventional family maybe, but a family I can’t wait to take on this life with.

MACK

Burnt hovers over me,his eyes full of concern. “Are you sure we aren’t hurting the baby?”

“It’s fine,” I reassure him for what has to be the thousandth time.

V freezes behind me, his stiff cock in my hand jerking with his body shift. “Could it hurt the baby?”

“God, not you, too. Pregnant women have been having sex since the dawn of time. The baby’s fine. I’m fine. We’re all fine. Can we get back to where we left off?”

I lean over, capturing Burnt’s lips with mine and kiss him deeply, desperate to resume where we left off.

It takes him a moment, but as soon as I sink my teeth into his lower lip, I know I have him back, lost in this moment with me and V.

As I sit astride his lap, Burnt’s palm glides down my body, the rough calluses on his fingertips dragging across my tender nipples making me tremble with desire. His length is hard and thick between my legs, the tip just where it needs to be. I moan softly, needing him inside of me.

“Please,” I gasp. “I promise it’s okay.”

V kneels beside us, his fingers running gently over my swollen belly. I can’t help but tense a little, just for a moment. What’s going through his head right now?

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