“Fuck. I’m coming. Fuck.” Her body quakes against me as her pussy clutches at my finger. A spasm racks through my spine. Gotta stop. Now. I withdraw from her heat and unclasp her legs from my neck. “What’re you doing?”
Without responding, I drop her feet to the floor, spin her around while grasping my cock through the damp fabric of my shorts. So fucking close. I squeeze tightly while inhaling.
You’re not a two-pump chump. You’ve got this.
My entire body shakes. I’m not coming in my fucking pants.
“Damn it.” She glares at me from over her shoulder. Say something.”
“I fucking can’t.” I rip my shorts down to my knees, causing my dick to spring free. Her eyes widen as she takes in my swollen flesh. It’s impossible, but somehow, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Her widened eyes are followed by a gasp.
She’s going to kill me. “Turn your head around and put your hands on the island.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grip her hip in one hand and grasp my dick in the other. There’s no waiting. Or slowing down.
With one pump, I align myself with her entrance and thrust. Ecstasy. There’s no other way to describe it.
And I pummel into her. Wet. Heat. Tight. Squeezing. Sucking. I can’t stop.
With each thrust of my hips, she gasps and lunges backwards to meet me. Slapping skin. Moans of pleasure. Sweatdripping down my brow. White knuckles on the countertop. Muscles flexing like a vice around my hardness. Everything narrows down to isolated entities as the room fades into the distance.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” She drops her head to the counter. Hair splayed around her. My control snaps.
My thighs burn as I slam into her. Every inch of my body tingles. Need overcomes everything else. This. I want this. I want this woman in my arms. In my bed. I want to wake up to her beautiful face every day. I want to watch her as she cares for Grace. As she grows big with our next child.
“I’m so close, Jake. I’m so close. Please, make me come. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.”
Fuck. The word roars in my head as my balls tighten and spasm.
“Yes-s-s-s-s!” Her scream echoes off the walls.
Fuck, yes. I grunt as cum spills out of me, filling her up. Spasm after spasm.
Moments later, or minutes, I have no concept of time, I pull out of her and groan. “I hope Mrs. Logan is hard of hearing.”
Emily laughs and spins in my arms, cupping my face in her hands. “Maybe we should get her some earplugs.” Her beautiful face glows in the aftermath of pleasure. “Until Grace and I move in.”
There are no better words a man can hear than those–his girls moving in. At least no better words than this man can hear.
Chapter Seventy-Three
Emily
A Few Days Later
My stomach is a jumble of knots as I scale the steps to the courthouse. Each one feels like one step closer to every dream I’ve ever had, while at the same time it could mean heartbreak.
I grip the handle of the car seat tighter as the what-ifs run like a herd of elephants through my head.
What if the birthmother shows up, and Grace had been stolen from her? What if Iris decides Grace is better off with someone else? What if Josepine is waiting in the lobby, family healthy and eager for another baby? What if Judge Keller takes one look at me and frowns?
I swallow over the bile rising in my throat. This is horrible. For the tenth time since I got out of my car, I wish Jake were here. Because he’s not licensed, he couldn’t come, but I’d give anything for his support right now.
No, you’ve got this. I straighten my shoulders. I can handle anything. I’ve always handled everything on my own.
However, I’m finding it’s not so bad to have Jake in my corner, cheering me on. Holding my hand. Rubbing my shoulders. Kissing the top of my head.
