Page 68 of Choose Me

He slipped a finger inside of me, pressing his thumb against my swollen clit.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He held my gaze as he slid another finger inside of me, slowly kissing my neck and biting into my sensitive flesh. I closed my eyes, letting out a deep sigh as his pace increased, his fingers sliding in and out of my wet pussy.

"Say my name," he whispered in my ear.

"James," I moaned, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"Yours."

"Say. it."

"It's yours," I murmured, emotions bubbling through me like a fountain, unstoppable and inevitable.

He moved down and pressed his mouth against my pussy, hungrily licking every drop of my arousal, keeping his fingers moving slowly as his tongue circled my clit. I gripped his shoulders tightly, my nails digging into his skin as he swirled his tongue faster, licking me like the taste of me was soothing an ache deep in his soul. I threw back my head and screamed out in pleasure. I felt like I was burning alive as I clung to him tightly, and he drove his tongue faster and harder until I cried out, entirely consumed by the flames of pleasure.

Before my orgasm subsided, he climbed up my body, kissing me deeply, the taste of my come on his lips. I gasped as he entered me, hungrily, desperately, quickly, burying his cock deep inside of me. His hands were on my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me hard and fast. I gripped his arm, my fingernails digging into his skin as he thrust into me. My pussy throbbed around him as he pounded into me, his harsh breaths turning into grunts.

I felt the familiar tingling inside of me, building up quickly, and before I knew it, another orgasm rushed through me, shaking my entire body. He leaned over me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back as he fucked me, his breathing heavy and hard, and I knew he was going to come. His body stiffened, and he let out a hollow groan, thrusting into me until he came, his cock twitching as he filled me with his come.

He slid out of me slowly, and I felt the wetness of his come drip out of me. He collapsed beside me, pulled me into his arms, and held me tightly. He kissed my forehead and held me in his arms tightly, our breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I love you, Ava," he told me as he held me close.

"I love you too," I responded, kissing his chest. I needed this intimacy with him. We hadn't had it since Izzie was born, and we both avoided the conversation about what had happened. Now, everything was right in the world.

"I want you to be happy, and I will do everything in my power to make sure you and Izzie never want for anything. Thank you for giving me a daughter."

"She's so lucky to have you as her daddy," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Everything I have been through. Everything we've been through. It all led us to Izzie. To this moment. To this life. And I will spend the rest of my life thanking whoever is up there in the sky for what I've been given."

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent, feeling his heart thump against mine, lulling me to sleep.

Six months after she was born, James and Everett transferred to the Miami branch, and the four of us started fresh...together in a house on the beach. Agent Scarlett was put through a disciplinary board for her inappropriate and unprofessional conduct, and the last we heard, she was stuck being a secretary and pulled out of fieldwork for the foreseeable future. Amelia decided she wanted to live closer to her niece and pursue a relationship with Brock–who would have guessed, so she took a more minor role in her ballet company. She flew back frequently, but dating an FBI had its perks, which included free airfare. Everett and James worked out a schedule where one or both could always be home to help me with Izzie. Brock and Amelia also loved coming over for game night and cuddling with her. Izzie was the center of all our lives and the glue filling in the cracks of our broken souls.

And now I was walking into the bathroom, hoping to find a stuffed animal that meant the world to my daughter. My eyes landed on the small, white lamb next to the toilet. I bent down to grab it and felt instantly nauseous. I scrambled to open the toilet lid and vomited the contents of my stomach.

This had become a regular thing for the past week. At first, I thought I got food poisoning from some bad sushi, but I had missed my period. My breasts felt full and sore, and I was bloated. I hadn't said anything to James or Everett yet because I had been so busy preparing stuff for Izzie's first birthday party today that I just kept it to myself.

I flushed the toilet, rinsed my mouth with water, and left the bathroom--Lambie in hand. Opening the cabinet, I rifled through for the box of pregnancy tests that Amelia had bought me a couple of months ago. I had been three days late on my period, but before I could take the tests, I had started.

They are coming to good use today.

I sat on the toilet, and with trembling hands, I took the cap off the test stick and held it between my thighs, letting out a jittery breath as I strained to pee. I set it back on the counter and waited. My mind raced with thoughts of what it would mean if I was pregnant. We hadn't talked about having another baby, and with us all being together now, I wouldn't know who the biological father was unless we got a DNA test.

Fuck.

Would James and Everett be excited? Anxious? Angry? What about Izzie? How would she react to a sibling?

I nervously walked back to the counter, my eyes glued to the test stick.

Two lines.

Positive.

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