When I start to tremble, on the edge again, he leans over my back, teeth scraping my shoulder. “You’re not gonna stop until you’re dripping with me. Until I own every inch of you. Inside and out.”
I fall apart with a sob, clenching tight around him, and that’s all it takes. He grunts, slamming deep one last time as he spills inside me again, every pulse of him like fire in my veins.
We collapse together, breathless and tangled and soaked in the kind of heat you don’t come back from.
His fingers trace the curve of my spine. “You think you can take a third?”
He brushes a kiss over my shoulder, like he's trying to memorize the taste of my skin. His hand rests low on my stomach, possessive, like he's already imagining what I’ll looklike round with him. And maybe he is. Because when I glance back, his eyes are on me like I’m sacred.
“You got another one in you?” he asks, dragging his lips down the curve of my spine. “'Cause I’m not done proving how deep I need you.”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “God, yeah.”
He eases back inside me, slower this time, but no less intense. His hand slips under me, palm splayed over my belly again like it means something now. Like it’s not just about the sex. It’s about the claim.
“You feel that?” he murmurs, rolling his hips in slow, aching thrusts. “That stretch? That fullness? That’s me, baby. That’s mine.Ours.”
I gasp, fingers curling into the seat. He wraps one arm around me and pulls me upright, my back against his chest now. Every inch of him flush against me. Every roll of his hips deeper, hotter. We’re not fucking anymore. We’re fused, like his body is trying to brand me from the inside out.
“You think I’ll stop when I come again?” he whispers in my ear, breath ragged. “You think I’ll ever stop? I’ll keep going until you’re begging me to slow down. And even then…” His hand slips down between my legs, circling slow, torturous pleasure. “Even then, I might not.”
I choke on a moan, head dropping back onto his shoulder.
“Look at you,” he says, tone soft but filthy. “All flushed and wide open for me. You were made for this. For me.”
His other hand slides up to my chest, holding me steady as his thrusts pick up again, slower now but deep, devastating. Each one designed to make me feel it. To make me remember. To ruin me for anyone else.
I shatter with a cry, my body clenching around him like it never wants to let go. He groans against my neck, hips jerkingthen stilling deep inside me as he spills again, every pulse of him a brand on my soul.
We stay like that. Joined, trembling, breathing each other in.
And when he finally pulls back, he cradles me like I’m breakable.
“You know I meant it, right?” he says. “I want this. You. All of it. Every messy, beautiful part of what we just did.”
I nod, heart thudding, lips parting on a whisper. “I know. And I want it too.”
28
After the sex-fest in the truck, we have to go inside the apartment to clean up. But Will doesn’t let me shower.
“You wanted to be full of me,” he says with that sexy smirk that got me pregnant in the first place.
“Menace,” I mutter, slipping on a new pair of panties.
As we head out to Stonewater Ranch, I can’t deny the truth. I’m full of Will ineverypossible way. His touch still lingers on my skin, his words in my ears, his baby in my belly.
And I’m about to tell my brother.
Sam’s already outside, arms crossed and shoulders tight, standing like a one-man firing squad on the front porch. The minute we pull up, his eyes narrow.
Will doesn’t hesitate. He kills the engine, climbs out, and comes around to open my door. The moment our hands link, Sam’s jaw tics hard enough I can practically hear it. We walk toward him, hand-in-hand, like we’ve already made peace with the explosion that’s coming.
Sam doesn’t waste time. “How long has this been going on?”
I meet his eyes. “Since Liam’s wedding.”
His expression doesn’t change, but the muscle in his jaw flexes again. “Is it serious?”
