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Dane comes back over my body. He pins me below him. I wrap my arms around his neck, welcoming him.

“Always so fucking beautiful when you come for me. I need you,” Dane says as he starts to push inside of me. I let out a small gasp as he keeps going deeper and deeper, stretching me until I’m almost painfully full. That is until he pulls out and thrusts back in. Any pain I might have felt is quickly forgotten and overridden with pleasure.

“Your pussy is always so damn tight. It never matters how many times I take you. Your greedy cunt is always locking down around me wanting to keep me inside of you.”

“Yes,” I agree. His dirty words fuel my desire. I lift my hips, meeting each of his thrusts as he starts to move faster and harder. I stare up at his face, watching the pleasure that my body gives him.

“Need you to come.”

“Again?” I barely get the word out. How could I possibly orgasm again? Even as I have the thought, I already feel one pressing down on me. When Dane’s fingers find my clit, I’m done for. This time the orgasm hits me even harder than the last ones.

“Dane!” I scream out his name.

He buries his face in my neck as he growls my name. His warm release spills deep inside of me. My fingers dig into his back. He’s marking the deepest parts of me.

He rolls to his back, taking me with him. His cock is still half-hard inside of me. I lay my head on his chest as his fingers run up and down my back.

“Love you, wife.” I lift my head, locking eyes with him.

“I love you too, husband.”

His body hardens under me and I know we’re about to have round two already. Good. We have a lot to make up for.

12

Dane

I should be exhausted at this point. I drifted off for an hour, but I’m back awake. Kennedy sleeps peacefully next to me. At least I wore my wife out. I probably shouldn’t have taken her that third time. Seeing her baby bump didn’t help matters either. It only made me want her more. Knowing I marked her in that way and that everyone can see the evidence of it gives me pleasure. I can’t get enough of her. That has been the story of my life since Kennedy came walking into it. I knew the moment I saw her that she was it for me. That I would do everything I could to make her mine.

She was the first girl I’d ever pursued. Before her the idea of a relationship made me cringe. My model for marriage was my parents.

What always irked me was how Mom easily walked all over my father. She was always making demands and wanting more. Still, he loved her, making me promise to make sure she would always be taken care of.

I have no doubt Kennedy will never be like that. She dreams of babies and white picket fences and a family of her own. I wanted those things too once I heard her saying it was her dream. Most men would have bolted if a girl was talking so early about those things, but I asked. It didn’t scare me one bit. If anything, it gave me a path to keep Kennedy for myself.

My phone goes off, vibrating on the nightstand. I grab it and see it’s my brother calling. I slowly inch out of bed, not wanting to wake my wife up. I pull the blankets back up making sure she’s tucked in before I call my brother back from the other room.

“How are things going?” he asks.

“Good so far. I think things are coming back to her slowly. Something wrong? It’s a bit late.” It’s almost midnight.

“Mom is blowing up my fucking phone about you.”

“Don’t give a shit. What’s done is done. Kennedy is my wife now so Mom should watch herself.” God forbid something ever happened to me everything in the trust would go to Kennedy and our baby boy. She’s not greedy. I know she’ll do what needs to be done. I have faith in her. I don’t care what anyone else has to say about it. It’s my money at this point. My father was almost bankrupt when he handed over the company to me. I rebuilt it and now I have my own family to take care of.

“You married her? Shit man. Have you lost your mind? She's the freaking maid.” Until now Ryan hadn't had much to say about my relationship with Kennedy.

“Watch it,” I warn.

“Mom is going to lose her mind.” He groans.

“Not my problem.”

“It’s going to be everyone’s problem.”

I pull my phone away from my ear to look at the screen when another call comes in. “Listen, I gotta go. You can tell Mom I’m done with her opinions. She can either get on board or she’ll never see her grandson.”


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