Page 85 of Lost Boy

“I said, don’t cover yourself up. I want to see my beautiful girl.” I let my eyes rake down the length of her body. “Fucking perfection. You’re even more gorgeous than before.”

“Cade,” she whimpers, her lips trembling.

“I mean it.” Taking her hand, I graze it over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. “Do you feel that, angel? That’s what you’re doing to me. You’re making my dick so hard that I can’t think straight. That’s how badly I want you. How much I like what I see.”

Bending down, I run my tongue between her beautiful tits, taking her nipples into my mouth one at a time before my mouth continues downward. Stopping at the scar from her C-section, I press my lips to it. “You’re so stunning,” I murmur against her skin. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

I don’t look at her and see stretch marks. I look at her and see a woman who grew a human inside of her. I see a person who went to appointments alone because she loved me so much that she didn’t want to burden me with the truth. Even if it was the furthest thing from a burden. I see an angel—my angel. The most stunning woman in the entire world. Now more than ever, even if she doesn’t feel like it.

I know she got an IUD after having Eli because I went to the appointment and sat in the waiting room with him while she was in there. And one thing I can’t wait to do is fuck her raw. To havenothing between us as I bury my cock inside of her, fucking her into the morning hours to make up for all I’ve missed.

Time has robbed us of so much.Irobbed us of so much. No more though. I’m giving back for all I’ve taken.

Reaching up, she tugs my sweatpants. “Please, Cade. I just need you right now.”

I know the feeling. There’re so many things I want to do with her, but at this second, I feel like if I don’t bury my cock inside of her, I truly might die.

Pulling my sweatpants and boxers off, I climb on top of her, sinking into her heat slowly. She’s so fucking tight, and she feels so fucking good. I’m worried I’ll blow my load right now.

She lifts up, catching my mouth with hers, and I kiss her, never coming up for air.

“I love you so much,” I grumble against her lips.

I plunge into her deeper, and her legs wrap around my waist. I take her hands, lacing my fingers with hers and pushing them against the mattress.

As I pump inside of her, our lips meet again as she stares up at me. Her honey-blonde hair is a beautiful mess.

“I love you so much,” she breathes out before kissing me again.

Her head falls back as her hands grip mine harder, her eyebrows pulling together. “Cade. I … I can’t—”

Her chest heaves as she grinds herself harder against my cock, tilting her chin up as she sucks in a breath. “I’m—”

“Come all over my cock. Show me how much you missed me fucking you, angel,” I growl in between pumps. “I’m going to come inside of you, filling you so full of my cum to remind you that you are all mine.”

As she clenches around me, crying out a muffled scream, I fucking lose it. Of all the times I’ve imagined this over the past year, none of it came close to actually being balls deep inside ofmy girl, watching her eyes haze over while she comes undone on my dick.

While our hands squeeze each other tightly, I bury my face in her neck, spilling myself inside of her body, claiming her once and for all.

“I love you, angel,” I grunt against her skin, kissing her neck. “So fucking much.”

Everything feels so right. And perfect.

33

Haley

I’m snuggled, warm and cozy, in my bed, and it takes me a moment to realize that Eli never woke me up this morning for a feeding. And then last night’s events hit me. Cade. Me. Lots of emotions, followed by a bunch of sex. I shoot straight up, and my heart sinks when I realize there’s no Cade next to me. Climbing out of bed, I pull some sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt on and head toward the baby’s room.

I push the door open, and I see Cade cradling Eli in his arms while he rocks in the rocking chair.

As I walk in, he looks up and smiles. “Morning, Mama.”

A shirtless Cade rocking my baby boy is enough to make my heart swell inside my chest to the point that I have to suck in a breath.

“Good morning. How long have you been up?” I look up at the clock. “Holy cow. It’s after eight? He usually wakes me up at—”

“Five?” he coos, cocking his head to the side playfully. “I figured you could use more rest. You know, after the night you had.” He winks. “You can thank me later. It’s fine.”

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