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“Yeah, well, Lavender clearly didn’t talk you into dinner at her place.” Jackson’s hands wrap around my waist, pulling my body into him. My hands slide off his arms until they loop around his shoulders.

“Oh, I see. You two were scheming all along, huh?” Jackson dips his head, sliding the length of his nose along mine.

“You could say that. I could tell you were stressin’ out, worryin’ about how you’d be able to afford what you picked out, not wantin’ our baby in hand-me-downs from a thrift store when it came to the crib. Then you couldn’t find what you were looking for on those marketplaces you’ve been trolling, so I asked Lavender, and the rest is history.” Jackson says it like it’s not a big deal, like he didn’t just relieve so much pressure from me even though we’re months away from actually needing anything.

“Jackson, I have no words.” This time, it’s me who initiates the kiss, not being shy like I have been lately, worrying that we’re on rocky ground. Nope, I know Jackson is here to stay, that our relationship is on steady ground, and I need him like I’ve never needed anyone in my life. One of his hands grips my hip; the other slides into my hair, moving me so he can deepen the kiss. It’s everything. His tongue swipes at my lower lip, once then twice, until I’m gasping for air and he slides inside my mouth, both of us working together. My body arches into him, wanting him with everything I have to give.

“I love you, Sailor, you and our baby.” He pulls away, breathing those words so softly yet with so much conviction that not even a Mack Truck could stop me from returning them.

“I love you, Jackson. Now take me to bed.” Jackson smiles. I chuckle, but then he’s lifting my body until I’m wrapping my legs around his hips and walks me towards my bedroom.

CHAPTER 22

ROCKET

“Damn, it’s been too long. Been fuckin’ my fist rememberin’ you laid out like you are right now. Shit, look at you, Sailor. You’re a wet dream come to life.” It didn’t take long after I marched us into her bedroom and she slid down the length of my body before we were tearing at each other’s clothes.

“Then don’t make me wait. You have no idea how much of a workout my hand and toy have gotten since I’ve been pregnant. These hormones are out of control.” Sailor cups the undersides of her tits, thumbs sweeping over her pebbled nipples. The changes in her body are minimal, except for her breasts, and by the way her body is arching as she teases herself, I’d say her nipples have gotten a hell of a lot more sensitive.

“Baby doll,” I groan. She spreads her legs wider, opening the lips of her pussy as she does. My head tips down, and I crawl between her legs until I’m breathing in her sweetness. The tip of my tongue drags along her seam, ending at her clit, sucking it into my mouth but not staying there. Fuck no, I’m strung too tight, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m liable to come on the damn sheets.

“Jackson.” My tongue skates a path over her stomach, knowing I’ll have plenty of time to talk to our child later on, once their momma and daddy get reacquainted with one another. It’s hard to believe how long it’s been since the last time we’ve been together. My stubbornness in thinkin’ I was protectin’ Sailor did a whole lotta nothing except get her hurt.

“You already know you’re my Ol’ Lady. What you might not know is that I’m your Ol’ Man. It works both ways, Sailor. We’re in this forever,” I state. Her hands abandon her tits when she sees and feels my tongue on her smooth skin.

“Fucking finally.” I’m not sure if she’s talking about my declaration or the way she’s humming in happiness as my mouth latches on her nipple, pulling it into my mouth, rolling it around with my lips while sucking on it, then repeat the process on the other one. Sailor’s legs lift up and wrap around my waist, her wet cunt sliding along my cock.

“Want my name tattooed on you. Not right now, obviously. But after our baby is born. Know where I want it, too.” I pull off her nipple. My tongue traces her neck until it reaches the underside of her ear, knowing what pushes her limits when I suck on the skin there.

“And where would I be tattooed on your skin?” My woman, she doesn’t miss a thing. I smile against her skin, moving so she can see my face.

“On my heart, right here.” I grab her hand and place it over where it steadily beats. “You and all of our children, that’s where you’ll always be, in my heart and in my soul.”


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