Page 112 of In The Game

I can’t hold back any longer. I wish she wasn’t on birth control. The possessive part of my brain wants to fill her up and impregnate her again. How fertile is she right now? I want another child to tie us together for the rest of our lives. I’ll be present for all of it. My imagination takes over, and I don’t censor my fantasy.

I want to be there when she takes the test and kiss her over and over again when she tells me it’s positive. I want to rub her feet and buy her ice cream at one in the morning. I want the doctor's appointments and the ultrasounds. And then I want to bring her home and watch her ride my cock while I fill her up again. I want to go to the classes and read the books. I want to hold her hand when she delivers and be there to introduce Arthur to his new brother or sister. I want it all. All of this. All of her.

I’ve got it bad.

If I’m being honest, I think it happened while we were apart all those years. I knew we had something the first night we met. My attraction never stopped growing, even while she was absent from my life. She’s gone fromthe one that got awayto justthe one. I’ll do whatever I have to do to make her mine.

I heave when the last of my cum spills inside. My arms on either side keep me from crushing her when I fall forward. I sweep her hair to the side, pressing kisses to the back of her neck and shoulder. A relaxed, happy sigh slips out and it’s such a comforting sound.

When I sit up, I lean back to watch my dick slide out of her. A string of cum hangs between us, and I grin.“So hot,”I mutter.

“What is?”

“You…” I squeeze her ass, pushing a cheek to the side so I can watch it leak out of her pussy. “...filled with my cum.”

“Clean me up,” she demands, reaching behind to deliver a flirty little slap.

“Do I have to?” I ask, still staring. “It looks pretty good like this.”

“Yes!” She giggles. I reluctantly trudge over to the sink and wet a paper towel with warm water. I wring it out and slide it over her pussy, thighs, and ass. We made a mess.

She pushes off the table—her dress falling over her ass and making me pout—then saunters toward her bedroom. “I’m going to get ready for bed. Don’t forget to wipe down the table when you’re done.” I hear the playful lilt in her voice. My mouth curves into a half smile at the sassy little retort.

“Someone’s feeling brave.”

I do as she asks and then meet her in the bathroom where she’s brushing her teeth, already in pajamas.

“At lunch today”—I pull out my toothbrush to begin my nighttime routine—“he asked me if I wanted to kiss you.”

She spins to look at me. “He did? What did you say?”

I brush my tongue and laugh. “I said yes.”

She weakly shoves my shoulder.

“What? I’m not going to lie to him! He knows we’re more than friends. I think he likes it too,” I assure.

She nods while rinsing with mouthwash, then spits. “You’re probably right.”

I stand behind Raleigh and envelop her in my arms. “We look damn good together.” She smiles while stroking my arm. I kiss her cheek before we leave the bathroom and climb into bed.

Before long, I’m drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face, knowing when I wake up, she’ll be next to me.

FORTY-ONE

My phone alarm vibrates, and for a second, I forget where I am. Then the warm, soft woman next to me stirs—my woman.

Raleigh.

Hawaii.

I wrap my arms around her stomach and pull her into me, her ass secured to my pelvis. She sighs, the sound wakes up my lower half. I push her hair to the side and press my lips to the back of her neck. If there wasn’t a plane waiting for us, I’d probably turn off the alarm and go back to bed. Forget everything else.

“It’s so early. Didn’t we just fall asleep?” she croaks.

“I’ll get some coffee made. You’ve got twenty more minutes to sleep, but after that, I’m coming in here to haul this fine ass out of bed.” I slap her backside, and she jerks. My feet hit the floor and I get moving.

She yawns and lifts her head. “I better not, I need to get Arthur ready.”

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