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“Yeah,” I whisper, tears welling up in my eyes as I nod my head and a huge grin spreads across his face as he jumps up and pulls me back onto the bed with him. I laugh as he plants kisses all over my face before finding his way to my lips as his hand slips into my hair. He pulls back and stares down into my eyes.

“We’re having a baby?”

I nod. “We’re having a baby.”

“I love you,” he says, his voice soft and full of love as he looks up at me and the Wyatt of the past two weeks is gone. The man staring back at me is mine, the one who vowed to always be there to catch me and follow me to the ends of the earth if I ever ran again. I nudge his nose with mine and he seizes the opportunity to claim my lips once more as his hand drifts down and grabs my ass, pulling me against him. His erection presses into my hip and in an instant, heat flushes through my body. I moan, grabbing his t-shirt and trying to pull him closer as my skin tingles with need so strong that I don’t think I’ll survive. His lips slip down my neck, sending a wave of goose bumps across my skin and I whisper his name.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, rolling me to my back as he looms over me, the muscles in his arms popping out as he leans down to nip at my bottom lip.

God, my husband is so fucking hot.

Gripping his t-shirt, I start pulling it over his head and he pulls back just enough to slip it off before he leans down again and presses his lips to mine. He hooks his hands around the back of my neck and brushes his thumb over my cheek, his kiss demanding but full of love and devotion. It’s a perfect mix of the boy I first fell in love with under the oak trees and the man he is now.

“I need you, Wyatt. Now.”

He grins and reaches between us to unbutton my jeans. “If this is going to be what you’re like when you’re pregnant, I wholeheartedly approve.”

“Note taken. Now, fuck me.” I am desperate for him and I’ve never gotten this turned on, this fast in my entire life. My entire body is on fire and my pussy is throbbing with need as I imagine him sinking into me. He jumps up and shoves his jeans down his legs, his cock springing free. I stare at him and lick my lips before slipping off the bed and dropping to my knees in front of him.

“Piper,” he groans when I wrap my hand around his length and lick the tip. As I take him into my mouth, I glance up just in time to see him drop his head back and blow out a harsh breath. God, I want to watch him fall apart because of my touch, I want to see him lose it before he throws me back on the bed and fucks me, hard and fast, until I can’t walk anymore. With those thoughts swirling around in my head, I take him to the back of my throat, massaging him with my tongue before pulling back. Before I reach the tip, I suck him back into my mouth quickly and he grabs a chunk of my hair, gripping it tightly as his groan echoes around the bedroom. When I pull back this time, I suck and graze his skin with my teeth just under the head and he pulls back sharply, grabbing me and pulling me to my feet. “You’re teasing me today.”

I arch a brow. “Why don’t you do something about it?”

Heat flares in his eyes at the challenge and he grins as he spins me around and rips my shirt over my head. Next my bra hits the floor before he moves to my jeans and peels them down my legs. When he gets to my panties, he pulls on them until the sound of fabric ripping fills the air. He drags his lips up my neck before he places his hand against my spine and presses on my back until the top half of my body hits the mattress. Gripping my hips, he presses his cock against my entrance and applies just enough pressure to make me gasp before he pulls back.

“Wyatt,” I whine and he laughs.

“Not so fun when someone else does it to you, is it?”

I try to move my hips back into him but he holds me steady and I poke my bottom lip out. “Please.”

“Only ‘cause you said please,” he whispers, bending over me and brushing his lips over my ear. I shudder and he surges forward, piercing my core and stretching me as I grip the blanket underneath me and cry out. When he pulls back, I try to follow him and he laughs in my ear again. “You want rough tonight, babe?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“You sure you’ll be okay?” he asks, his voice softer than a moment ago and I realize he is worried about hurting the baby. My heart cracks wide open with my love for this incredible man and I nod. He presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before pulling back and slamming into me with a grunt of pleasure that sends a jolt of pleasure straight between my legs. Squeezing my eyes shut, I lose myself in the sensation, the drag and pull of his cock inside me, the zap of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt and the ache when he pulls away, leaving me empty. My head swims as pressure builds in my belly and I know I’m not going to last much longer. With a firm grip on my hips, he continues his demanding pace as he presses his lips to my shoulder. A bite of pain comes next as his teeth sink into my skin and he groans, the vibrations of it making my pussy clench around him.

“Goddamn it, Pip,” he groans, rolling his forehead across my back as his fingers tighten at my sides. “Fuck. I love you.”

“I love you,” I cry, nodding as my body barrels toward release, every inch of my skin tingling and my heart pounding in my chest.

“I want you to come all over my cock, baby. Remind us both who the hell you belong to.”

I shake my head as my belly tightens and my muscles shake in anticipation. “It’s always you, Wyatt.”

“Do it, now,” he orders, nipping at my ear and I cry out again, hands splayed out on the mattress and one slides forward like I’m reaching for my orgasm as I start falling apart beneath him. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your tight little pussy gripping my cock.”

“Wyatt!” I scream as the coil tightens to the point of breaking and just when I think it’s going to snap, my release rolls through me, wave after wave of pleasure shaking my body. Wyatt groans behind me, his fingers digging into my hips as his body shudders and his release spills inside of me with another long, drawn out groan. Both of us gasp for air, dazed by the strength of it all - the sex, our connection, our love - and when he finally pulls out of me and rolls me over to my back, I smile up at him, completely sated. For the time being…

“I love you.”

He drops his lips to mine, kissing me like he’s desperate for something, like I might disappear at any second and my heart aches from the pain I feel rolling off of him. What is going on with him and how the hell do I help him?