Page 9 of Surprise Quadruplets for the Mob

“Still want it harder?” He’s already driving into me harder and faster as he asks the question.

“Yes. Don’t stop,” I plead, clinging to him as if my life depends on it. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I know for sure we haven’t reached the limit yet.

“I’ve got you, sexy,” he promises, hammering into me with enough force to take my breath away and knock the headboard against the wall.

I’m so close now, and I can feel the pressure building, my orgasm just seconds away. I can barely form words, but I manage to plead one last time. “More, Alec. More!”

He responds by pounding harder and faster, his movements so urgent and desperate that I can feel it in every part of my body.

I’m nearing the peak, but he’s not done yet. He slams into me with one final thrust, pushing me over the edge as my orgasm takes hold, my inner walls clenching around him. He follows soon after, a low, throaty growl of pleasure rumbling up from his chest as his own climax overtakes him. His big body is rock solid, his muscles flexing and quivering as he holds himself above me.

“Fuck, baby.” He grins, lowering himself for a kiss while he’s still buried deep inside me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

I can only nod, my body still trembling from the intensity of the experience.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, our hearts beating in time with each other as we lay there in blissful exhaustion.

I nuzzle against his broad chest, feeling the warmth that radiates from his body. As amazing as the sex was—and God, it was amazing—this is almost better. Just being here in his arms, our bodies entwined and inseparable.

It feels nice and warm and safe. Like all the problems in my life are a world away as long as I can stay right here with him. Right here in his arms.

***

The morning light is shining through the curtains, falling across my face before I even open my eyes. My body aches, but in the most delicious way possible. I stretch, feeling the lingering soreness from everything I did last night with Alec.

Opening my eyes, I realize two things. First, I’m still in his hotel bed, surrounded by the scent of his cologne. Second, I’m alone. My heart stutters as I look around the half-lit room. “Alec?” I call out, hoping to hear his deep voice reply. But there’s no response.

I strain my ears to listen for the sound of running water, wondering if he’s simply taking a shower. But there’s no sound coming from anywhere else in the suite. It dawns on me that I really am alone.

So much for being safe in his arms.

I sit up and run my fingers through my tangled hair as I gather the twisted bedsheets around my naked body. That’s when I spot it—a handwritten note resting on his pillow.

Good morning, beautiful,

I had to take care of some business. Stay in the room as long as you like this morning. Anything you order for room service is on me. Thank you for last night. I hope fate crosses our paths again one day.

Alec

I blink, feeling a wave of disappointment and confusion. That’s a ‘don’t call me, I’ll call you,’ if I’ve ever seen one.

Why did he just leave like that without waking me up? No, he doesn’t owe me any explanation—or anything at all, really—but maybe something a little more personal? A goodbye kiss would’ve been nice.

Numbly, I stumble to the bathroom and turn on the hot water for a shower. As I undress, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection reveals the evidence of our passionate night—love bites and bruised skin. But it’s not just that. Looking lower, there are tell-tale signs that something went wrong. I know for sure we used protection, but maybe the condom split?

Whatever happened, it’s obvious he finished inside me.

“Damn,” I whisper to myself, my heart beating faster as I step under the water and let it cascade down my skin. “Damn, damn, damn.”

Chapter 5

Abby

Two Months Later

Istand in front of the small group gathered in the library meeting room and take a deep breath. The air smells faintly of freshly brewed coffee and old books.

“As some of you know, I’m Abby. My sister, Maggie, and our late brother both have ARPKD.” I pause for a moment, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

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