“If I had my way, I’d stay right here, like this, forever,” he breathed.
“The baby’s going to have a hard time coming out around your dick.” I lifted my hips, trying to get him to move, to do something.
I clenched around him, and he hissed.
“I know you want to fly. You need to. But today, fuck.” He dropped his head and kissed me. I tasted need and desperation on his lips along with my arousal. “I’m going to be protective as fuck. I already am. You’ll fly, I won’t stop you. But the baby will. You okay with that?”
He was checking in, making sure I was good with what was to come. Maybe it was too early because changes were coming we couldn’t even fathom yet. Still, he was trying to be present, to take care of my current needs.
“My mom told me I could have it all. I think she’s right. I’ll fly again, but I’ve got a different job now. At least for the next eight months or so.”
He pulled back and sank deep once again.
“Fuck,” Kennedy breathed.
“I’m good,” I murmured, rolling my hips. “We’ll take it one day at a time. As long as you’re with me.”
“I’m with you, sweets.”
He took my hands and raised them over my head, gripped them in one of his big paws then started to move.
Hard. Deep. Each time he filled me, I met him. Thrust for thrust.
Hooking a hand behind my knee, he pushed my leg up and back, going deeper.
Then he stopped. Pulled out. Dropped between my thighs and sucked on my clit.
I stared up at the ceiling as I came with the focused little pulls.
Then he shifted again, back up and spearing me while I was still coming.
“Kennedy!” I shouted. Oh. My. God.
I was coming so hard I was sure I was strangling his dick.
He dropped to his forearms and caged me in as he fucked me, his motions losing their consistent rhythm. He was lost in me, finding his pleasure in my body. He found his future there as well.
When he held himself deep, filling me with his seed–which we knew was potent and powerful–he whispered. “You’re mine, sweets. All mine. You’re giving me everything I never even knew I wanted.”
I stroked his sweaty brow.
He lifted up enough, so his pale gaze held mine.
“I’ve been all over the world, but what I want is right here.”
I blinked back tears and nodded. “It’s all right here.”
He rolled us so he was on his back, and I lay sprawled across him. Reaching down, he tugged up the covers and kept his arms wrapped around me. I fell asleep listening to the beat of his heart.
All I ever wanted was right here, too.
CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
KENNEDY
Five weeks later,we gathered on Ford’s new deck for a celebration. Construction had begun on their homestead on the property a couple months ago, and the exterior was built out. He and Indi couldn’t move in yet, but the outdoor area was ready. It had been designed for entertaining, with a huge deck and grill and picnic tables he’d bought from Buchanan Hardware. The spot was perfect, down by the river. The view alone made it an unparalleled location for big gatherings.
We’d brought the food and supplies down from Mrs. L’s for the barbecue.