I shouldn’t want this, but I pump him hard and fast.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it.” His hips thrust into my hand. His breathing increases.
“Cum, Daddy,” I blurt like a fucking idiot.
But his eyes flare. “Want Daddy’s seed filling your belly, Isla?”
I shouldn’t be so turned on but my free hand goes to my clit and I rub myself.
“Yes. Yes, please, Daddy.”
“Daddy wants a baby. Will you give Daddy a baby, Isla?”
I’m nodding feverishly as I cum again and he follows. His hot jizz squirts inside my body. Filling me.
Chapter Three
?Dominic?
I acted without thinking.
It’s a habit I’ve been unable to control my entire life. My brain doesn’t process the way it does for normal people. Mine sees something I want and gets it.
And the first time I really saw Isla, I knew she was mine. I knew I had to have her. It took eight years but only because she keeps running. Every time I nearly get her, she’s gone in the morning with no explanation.
But not this time.
I’m thirty-one years old. I don’t have time to fuck around anymore. I want a family. I want kids. I want Nick.
I want Isla.
I want her to give us our babies.
Nick is on board... partially. Having a kid is on point with him, but not with his sister. Not even when I offered to be the one to get the job done, but he has it in his head that it would be wrong. All because Isla came into his world when she was thirteen. We were nineteen. We barely knew her. Neither of us cared to. We were too busy fucking each other.
The year Macie and Isla came into our lives, Nick and I discovered that we liked touching each other’s dicks. We both had girlfriends at the time, too, making everything complicated. But Isla existed in a different reality.
At that point, she didn’t even exist to us. We briefly met her once at a dinner. Then the wedding and not again for several months.
Then she turned nineteen and we made a trip home for a week. It was July in Texas. Every day was a heat warning that kept everyone locked up inside.
Except Isla.
She was out by the pool dressed in a tiny two piece that made it damn clear she was not thirteen anymore.
And I was not the only one who noticed. Nick and I nearly broke the damn bed that night.
We never shared a woman before. Part of it was because they weren’t Isla, but they didn’t feel right. In my head, she’s the only one I want full and round with our baby.
Nick agrees. He just won’t do it because of technicality.
With Isla’s pussy fresh on my tongue, I go in search of my boyfriend. He’s somewhere in this shrine built by Macie. The endless display of photos is creepy, especially the ones before her time. Walking through the two stories, it’s like she framed every picture in every photo album. Even Sarah, Nick’s actual mom isn’t this enthralled by him. Hell, neither am I and I would kill for him.
I find my baby in the sitting room, held captive in the corner of the sofa by Macie. His hand is in her lap, squished between both of hers while she chatters on with Jacob and Walker in the matching armchairs. I’m amused that she’s practically in Nick’s lap while explaining the importance of boundaries to Jacob.
“It doesn’t matter that we’re neighbors. It’s just rude.”
I stay in the doorway, hands in my pockets and watch the morning light dance through the golden strands swept back from a face crafted to break hearts. It’s unfair for a single person to be so beautiful, kind, brilliant and successful. Even as kids, I’dfind myself mesmerized by him. Smitten. I loved him before I even knew what that word was.
