Page 36 of The Best Man

I do know it was within that first week, though.

Obviously, on the first night we were together, Marcus wasn’t the only one to come inside me. Jared and James were both inside me bare, but they came elsewhere. Matt didn’t wear a condom or pull out—he came inside my pussy.

“Hey,” he says, pulling me from my thoughts. His brow is furrowed in the way it always is when something is bothering me and I haven’t brought it to him. He hates that. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I say, but it’s clearly a lie.

“Try again.”

I sigh. “I just… Obviously I’m not mad about what happened the night before our wedding, but I do kind of wish you would have made your brothers wear condoms.”

“Why?” he asks absently, as if he can’t imagine why it matters.

I stare at him as he strokes my stomach. “Because then I wouldn’t have to wonder…”

His eyebrows rise in surprise, then his brown eyes glint with amusement. “Wonder?” he says, almost laughing. “You think I might not be the father?”

“I hope you are,” I say, my heart dropping.

“Sweetheart, it’s my baby,” he says dismissively, kissing my shoulder. “You think your lovely body would have the audacity to get pregnant by anybody else?”

I giggle at his absurdity, tilting my neck to give him better access as his lips move toward it. “I don’t think that’s how science works.”

“Nah,” he says, unconcerned. “Your body knows who its master is.”

That it does. Like always, it turns to putty in his capable hands. Even though he just made me come moments ago, he makes me want him again.

I can never get enough of him to satisfy my craving.

I wake up wanting him.

I go to bed wanting him.

When I eat, when I sleep.

If I’m breathing, I am wanting him.

I don’t know how I could ever live without him now, and I guess that’s what scares me.

“What if it wasn’t?” I ask softly. “I know, I know, it is,” I say to humor him. “But you did let them fuck me without a condom that night, Marcus. That is the week I got pregnant.”

He kisses my neck. “I fucked you 42,000 times that week, Jessa. That’s why you got pregnant.”

I bite back a smile. “I didn’t realize you counted,” I tease.

“Mm-hmm.” He lightly nips at my neck, then kisses the spot to soothe it. Finally, pulling back, he meets my gaze. “And even if by some miraculous occurrence itwasn’tone of those 42,000 times, even if by accident of fate it was the one time it was my brother coming inside you instead of me, it wouldn’t matter. We’re brothers. We would still be family. And I intend on putting several more babies in you before all is said and done.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask, smiling.

Marcus and I never actually discussed having children. Obviously not before, but not after we were married either. He knew I wanted a family, so I just assumed we would. Then Iturned up pregnant shortly after our honeymoon to Fiji, and I was actually terrified to tell him. What if…?

But he never even seemed to consider the possibility that it could have been anyone else. And honestly, I should know by now that reality bends to that man’s will. If he says it’s his baby, then it is.

It will be his baby either way, I’m just happy to hear him say it. We’ve been so happy, the idea of anything possibly fracturing what we have is unbearable.

I should have known better. Marcus would never allow anything to come between us.

“You got a problem with that, pretty girl?”

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