One hand comes to my throat. “You’re mine.” His pace increases. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.” My voice is breathless, barely audible.
“You gonna be a good girl for me?” He punctuates his words with a deep thrust. “Obey me?” Another slam of his hips drives him even deeper. “As youpromised?”
Oh, no. This is more than him appreciating my pregnant belly in this dress. This is a punishment, a manipulation using his dick, and, dammit, it’ll work.
In the mirror, his gaze locks with mine, dark and unwavering. “Answer me.” His grip tightens on my throat—not enough to cut off air but enough to remind me who’s in control.
“Yes,” I exhale.
“Yes, what?”
His thrusts grow more forceful, and my legs shake.
“Yes, Sir.”
“No more going behind my back. No more secrets.” Each demand is emphasized with a sharp snap of his hips. “Understood?”
“I understand—oh God,” I moan, unable to keep quiet.
“Iprotect you and this family.” His hand slides to my belly, cradling our baby. “Not the other way around.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“You better not lie to me, Aurora.” His fingers move to my clit and circle with skillful precision. “You won’t ever leave the loft if you do.”
His possessive words and rough rhythm… My fingers press into the glass as ecstasy crashes through me. My vision blurs at the edges, my body convulses, and his palm clamps over my mouth, muffling my scream.
“That’s it, baby girl.” His pace grows erratic. “Fucking perfect.” His hips jerk, and he comes inside me with a rumbling groan.
We return home with half a dozen dresses, along with new bras and panties, to find the other two asleep on the couch, side by side, Jackson with Danny snuggled against his chest. Markers are everywhere, and both Jax and Reece have new, colorful tattoos. It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
Ethan slides his phone from his pocket and snaps a picture. “Fucking perfect,” he repeats.
Chapter 37
Ethan
Iwake with Jackson’s arm around my neck, fingers in my hair, cheek pressed to my shoulder, leg between mine. So fucking clingy.
Dusky morning light filters through the blinds, and I lift my head to find Reece and Aurora in a similar position, both asleep. Danny must have worn him out last night; Reece is usually the first one up.
An interesting fact I learned about the former soldier—he’ll only sleep closest to the door, even at his sister’s house. That leaves me on the opposite side of the bed.
I turn and nuzzle Jax. He smells so fucking good, musky and enticing, and my semi-erect cock takes notice, thickening between us.
He wraps a leg over my waist and presses into me, his own arousal hard and ready. “Mmm,” he groans, raspy with sleep.
I place kisses along his sharp jawline. “Morning, baby.”
His lips curve into a lazy smile, and he grinds his erection against mine. “Missed me?”
“Always so smug.” I brush my thumb across his bottom lip.
He catches it between his teeth then sucks it into his mouth, and my cock jerks. The brat has trained my dick to expect to come multiple times a day. How did this become my life?
“Keep that up, and I’ll stuff your mouth with something else.” I envision rolling on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head, and…I don’t know. Whatever he’ll let me do, I guess.
