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She rode him hard, gyrating as he groped and devoured her breasts and teased her clit. She arched back, moaning as pleasure gripped her. “That’s it. Feel the power of us. Feed off it.” His words, and the feel of his powerful thighs flexing as he thrust from beneath, fueled her desires. He clutched her hips, helping her move faster, harder. Milk leaked from her breasts, and she didn’t care. She was completely consumed by them, by the feel of his cock swelling inside her. She ate up his moans of pleasure and guttural curses, getting off as he licked and sucked her breasts, until their climaxes crashed into them, and they both cried out, their sounds echoing in the night.

Chapter Twenty-Six

EMERSON GAZED DOWN at Brennan as she nursed him in a booth at Common Grounds. He still made those sweet noises when he nursed, and he had a new habit of resting his hand on her breast. She and Baz joked that he was like a trucker bellying up to the bar, making sure nobody stole his beer. They’d had a relatively smooth morning. Unlike yesterday, when it seemed like everything that could go wrong, did. It had rained, and Ollie had tracked mud all over the house, and Brennan had decided it wasn’t a good day for naps. But if she’d learned anything about life with a baby and a dog, it was that deep breaths went a long way. After hearing Leah’s and Chloe’s stories about wanting to pull their hair out on napless days and sleepless nights, she considered herself lucky to have an easy baby who seemed to enjoy their trips to the coffee shop as much as she did. They’d settled into a routine of coming in three or four times a week. Elliott and Gabe were always excited to see them, and she loved talking all things baking with Elliott and getting to know some of the other customers who came there to work. She brought Ollie with her once a week, and Elliott couldn’t be happier. If he had his way, Ollie would come with her every time she was there. But as well behaved as Ollie was, keeping her eye on a dog and a baby made it twice as hard to concentrate on editing.

“See you tomorrow,” Whitney said as she walked past.

“Have a great day.” Emerson had peeked at the first chapter of her manuscript last week, and the writing was good. She was going to dive in when she finished her current editing job. Another client had already booked her for late October, and Emerson was fine with not being overloaded. She’d been spending more time with Baz and his family and enjoying every minute of it. The playdates with Leah and Chloe were like therapy. They talked for hours about kids and families, and of course, their guys, and she’d had lunch with Madigan last week. Emerson loved her energy. Madigan was as passionate about happiness as she was about her varying furies. Last weekend they’d stayed at Baz’s house so Ollie could hang with Gunner and Sid’s dogs again, and she’d loved spending more time with Gunner and Sid, too. They’d all gone out on Blaine’s boat Saturday with Blaine, Reese, and Colette, and they’d had a great time. The more time she spent with everyone, the more she realized that before moving there, she’d used constant deadlines to fill the emptiness in her life. Like she’d been just trying to make it from one day to the next. Sleepwalking through life.

Her life was anything but empty these days, and the people and activities had reawakened the hopes and dreams of the girl she’d been years ago.

She glanced at her laptop, on which she’d sidelined editing to research the permitting process for a residential or wholesale kitchen. She’d been talking with Baz about the idea of trying to get a permit and making a go of selling her baked goods. He was as excited as she’d become about the prospect. She’d met with Brandy last week about working with her on future catering gigs, too. But all these steps forward had her thinking about her parents more often, and she found herself trying harder to hold on to the memories of them. Every morning she looked at the sealed boxes in her bedroom and thought, Today I’m going to open them. But she had yet to get up the strength to do it.

Brennan finished nursing, drawing her from her thoughts. After changing his diaper and giving him a million kisses, she put him in his stroller beside the table for his nap, rolling it slowly with her foot as she got back to work.

When her phone buzzed with a text a little while later, she hoped it was Baz. He had church tonight, and then he was hanging out with the guys, which meant she wouldn’t see him until tomorrow. As much as she missed him on nights they were apart, it was good practice for when he was overseas.

Pushing away the heaviness of that thought, she turned her phone over and saw the text wasn’t from him but from Gwen.

Gwen: I can’t stop looking at that picture of Brennan you sent last night. She added a laughing emoji and an emoji wearing sunglasses.

Baz had surprised Brennan with the tiniest pair of jeans she’d ever seen and a T-shirt he’d had made with FUTURE DARK KNIGHT written across the front above a picture of a motorcycle with training wheels. They’d dressed him in them after his bath and had sent pictures to everyone. With his spiky hair and that little smirky grin, he looked hilarious. Their phones had blown up last night with all the comments.

Gwen: I’ll never understand how you got a baby with cool hair, when I have three times as much hair as you do, and my baby is still rocking peach fuzz.

Emerson: She’s the cutest peach-fuzz baby I’ve ever seen!

Two red hearts popped up.

Gwen: Check out these outfits my parents sent me.

A picture popped up of Karina, with her dark peach fuzz and adorable button nose, wearing a ridiculously puffy pink dress that had so many ruffles and so much lace, it took all the attention away from her beautiful little face. Another picture appeared of her wearing a yellow jumper, also laden with ruffles and lace, and a big yellow bow around her forehead.

Emerson: They need the headline “Karina Rocks Fashion Week.” She added three laughing emojis.

Emerson: Have your parents said anything about visiting yet?

They’d sent another box of gifts for Brennan and they’d called once, which was more than Emerson had expected, but she was furious with them for not visiting Gwen.

Gwen: Just that they’re not returning from their life hiatus until November, so we should hold Thanksgiving open for them. She added an eye-roll emoji.

Emerson: That’s crappy. I’m sorry.

Gwen: It is what it is. Would you mind if I begged out of our call tonight? My MIL surprised us with a visit (LOVE HER!), and Yuri wants to take advantage of me.

Gwen: I mean…take advantage of the time and take me on a date.

A devil emoji popped up.

Emerson. Ha! Lucky you! Have fun flirting and getting sexy with your man. We’ll chat another time.

Gwen: If only we had a motorcycle. She added a winking emoji. Talk soon! xo

As Emerson set her phone down, laughing to herself, she saw Ginger walk into the coffee shop. Elliott greeted her, and they talked for a minute. When Ginger noticed Emerson, her eyes lit up, and she made a beeline for her.

Always glad to see her, Emerson got up to hug her. “Hi. I didn’t expect to see you here. What a nice surprise.”

“I came to go over the final itinerary and menu for the Suicide-Awareness Rally with Gabe.” She peered into the stroller. “But I’m glad I ran into you. How’s our little angel?”