"No, I've got it."
I moved to the bed and sat on the end when Burke picked Finn up and settled with him in the armchair. "You get your stubbornness from your mama."
I smiled and said nothing.
"Already, you're growing up too fast. One day, you'll think you know it all. I fear we'll butt heads; after all, you're my son. We aren't built for backing down from what we think is right. I only pray you'll realize whatever is said and done between us comes from my love for you. You might even move out of the house one day, thinking you know everything. Maybe I'll even be in the wrong. I just hope you'll come back home and settle down, finding what your mother and I have so I can be part of it." He stroked Finn's forehead as the baby’s eyes drooped. "But you won't feel the way I'm feeling now until you have a boy of your own. Then it'll all make perfect sense."
I watched Burke stand carefully, settling Finn in the crib before facing me with an outstretched hand. We moved silently to the next room over, shutting the door behind us. Burke stoked the fire until it came back to life, and I stood behind him.
"You've given me so much. I used to think I couldn't repay you."
Straightening, he turned at my words.
"I came to realize I can repay you by trying my best. By showing you I love you as much as you love me." As I spoke, I pulled my dress over my head, letting it drop to the floor. Burke didn't move, didn't take his gaze from my face. "When I listen to you and watch you interact with Finn, I see the man you were always meant to be. You came from the Irish Gallaghers, not the people in Boston. You have enough of them left in you to be a better person than those who raised you."
"Kinsley . . ."
He trailed off, and I removed my shoes and undergarments. Finally, he tore his gaze from mine and let himself look. I flushed from the intensity, the determination in his eyes. The flames behind him rose, sparking in a mirror image of the inferno which was my skin. He tore clothing from his body, moving faster than I thought possible, meeting me across the room to pick me up and deposit me on the bed.
"I need so much from you right this minute," he mumbled into my flesh.
Welcoming his need, his mounting desperation to claim me, I flipped over. "Then claim me, Burke."
That earned me a swat to the ass, and I moaned. "I won't be gentle."
"No one asked you to."
I felt his fingers snake around my body to focus on my clit at the same time he slammed into me, eliciting a suppressed scream. One of his hands on my hip pulled me back to meet him, and I worked my arms beneath me to brace myself on the mattress. But he pushed me back down face first, leaving me prone and at his mercy. His cock slid easily in and out of my wetness, and I cried out into the mattress at the way he made me feel.
"Fuck, Kinsley, you're so tight." He slapped my ass again and again, and I felt my orgasm grow closer.
"Your cock feels so good, Burke."
He groaned loudly, increasing his pace. "Gonna fuck you every day of forever."
Clenching around his cock, I gasped at the orgasm crashing over me so quickly. Burke didn't slow, but moved his hands to gather my hair and pull my head back.
When he came with a shout, my heart beat so hard I feared it would escape my rib cage. He collapsed over me, linking our hands and kissing my head.
"I love you so much, sometimes it hurts."
Sucking in a breath, I shifted to my back, letting him rest on top of me. "I know the feeling, like it wants to burst out of me."
Unexpectedly, he slipped inside me again, moving torturously slow. "We have our entire lives to get used to the feeling."
Lost in sweet emotions and pleasure, I arched my back.
"Was there something you wanted to tell me earlier?"
Opening my eyes, I smiled up at him. His face was dear to me; I touched his cheek. "My wedding gift for you is another baby."
He froze. "Seriously?"
Nodding, I caught the tear that slipped down his face.
"I get to be there the entire time?"
The awe in his voice nearly broke my heart. "Yes. The entire time."
