I arch onto my toes, never having experienced this kind of pleasurable burn before in my life. It doesn't hurt. There’s just a feeling of fullness, of being stretched to my limits.
When Cormac bottoms out, he groans, then sets a leisurely pace, grinding his hips against my ass as I’m sandwiched between him and the wall.
Everything is steamy, hazy, a dream.
Our breath, the water. Pants and groans of pleasure. It's more than I ever imagined.
And I'm experiencing it with my husband, my sister's one-night stand.
Somehow, that fact doesn’t matter when Cormac hits a particularly sensitive spot, and I come with a cry of surprise, his own release not far behind.
As I wilt in his arms from the force of my climax, Jessica and all the reasons why I shouldn’t fall for my husband evaporate.
I’m too cozy—too safe and satisfied in Cormac’s arms—to worry about the future right now.
19
DAVIE
“Jesse and Davie Madsen?” a nurse calls into the waiting room, and I give a little wave before grabbing Jesse and following her to an exam room.
The use of Cormac’s last name for both of us surprises me. Despite our marriage, I haven’t officially switched from Overland to Madsen. Too many questions hang in the air for me to go through the trouble of paperwork for a legal change that might not be permanent.
Sure, Cormac and I are in a good place.
A really good place if I remember the way his bearded cheeks felt between my thighs this morning as he woke me up with his tongue.
But good things never last.
Not in my experience, at least.
There’s a knock on the door, then Dr. Landish walks in with a smile. “Hello, again!” She sits on a rolling stool and scans the computer monitor with our charts. “Looks like today we’re establishing care, is that right?”
“Yep.” Cormac insisted I get set up with a local GP, too, when I mentioned scheduling Jesse for an appointment.
Growing up, our family relied on publicly funded healthcare, and even then, doctor’s visits were infrequent. It wasn’t until I landed a job offering health insurance that I finally saw someone regularly.
So, Cormac’s concern for my wellbeing is…different.
And way too intoxicating.
Everything about my husband—his gentleness with Jesse, the way he looks after us, the mind-blowing sex—weakens the barricades around my heart.
Decades of protecting myself, of being responsible for not only myself but Jessica, and at times, our mother, dashed to dust because of one rough rancher with a heart of gold.
Dr. Landish adjusts her stethoscope to listen to Jesse’s heart and lungs. “Sounds good. Where’s Daddy today?”
“Dealing with an emergency. He wanted to come, but I told him he can attend the next one.”
“I’m surprised he agreed. Cormac is a good guy, and he seems intent on doing everything possible to be a great dad. He actually called me to ask about what all I’d be doing during this visit.”
A puff of laughter bursts free. “Seriously? Yet he still fought me about staying back at the ranch.” Ugh, the man is impossibly sweet. “Deacon came by right before we left. I’m not sure what happened, but he was adamant that Cormac had to be there.”
“Those three.” Dr. Landish shakes her head.
“Three?”
“Cormac, Deacon, and Briggs. I haven’t actually met Briggs, but I’ve heard the stories about him. I’m not originally from High Ridge, only moved here a few months ago, but my patients love to gossip about that trio. Especially now that news has spread about Jesse’s parentage.”
