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“Pregnancy—”

“Made me a dad. Gave us that boy. Jesus Christ, whenever I’m within a hundred yards of you, I’m hard as fuck and all I can think about is getting inside you. Because it’s you. You’re mine.”

She kisses me. Just lifts up, cups my cheek, and kisses the fuck out of me, and just like earlier, it’s like going home after being gone for decades. It’s every fucking thing.

And when she whimpers against my lips and opens up to me, there’s no way I can hold back.

“Gonna have to be quiet,” I murmur as my hand moves between her legs and drifts up her smooth, warm skin to where her panties are fucking soaked. “Something else hasn’t changed.”

She squirms, but not because she’s trying to pull away. I ghost my fingertip along the elastic of her underwear, and she groans.

And when I slip my finger under the fabric, against her soaked pussy, she sighs.

“Carson.”

“Quiet,” I remind her and cover her mouth with mine again as I move through her wetness, up to her clit and back down, over her entrance to her puckered asshole. I don’t leave any millimeter of her untouched, and she’s a panting, squirming, gorgeous mess in my arms. “You like that, baby.”

“Fuck,” she whispers. “Of course I like it. You know just how to touch me. You didn’t forget.”

“I didn’t forget any fucking thing.”

How could I, when she’s engrained on my very soul?

I sink two fingers inside her, and she bucks her hips against me, her pussy squeezes down, sucking me deeper inside her, and I rub against that rough patch that makes her go fucking feral.

“Bite down on me,” I growl into her ear, and she doesn’t hesitate. She bites onto my shoulder and rides my hand, coming apart against me, and it’s so goddamn everything. Every breath, every movement in my arms is a goddamn wonder, and I can’t wait to get her naked and fuck her until neither of us remembers our names.

She’s still latched on, catching her breath, and I can’t stop petting her pretty pussy. She didn’t break the skin through my shirt, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.

And I fucking love it. One day, when we’re back in Vegas, I’ll have her bite me again, and I’ll get the marks permanently tattooed on my skin.

“Holy shit,” she whispers after she lets go and blinks up at me. “Holy shit.”

With my eyes pinned to hers, I bring my soaked fingers to my mouth and suck them clean. Her eyes dilate as she watches, and when all her juices are off my hand, I bring my fingertips to her lip and drag them over the soft skin there.

“You’re fucking perfect, and when you’re ready, I can’t wait to get you naked, spread you out, and take my fill of you.” I kiss her tenderly, nibbling lips that are swollen from my mouth and from biting me.

“I—”

She can’t finish whatever she was going to say because suddenly I hear someone approaching. I pull the gun from the small of my back, but it’s Spider who comes running up to the house.

“We have trouble, boss.”

I pick Rina up and set her on her feet.

“Get inside. Lock up and don’t come out until I say you can.”

Her eyes are round and she shakes her head.

“What—”

“Listen to me, baby.” I frame her face, making her look at me as I try to soften my voice. I don’t want to scare the fuck out of her. “Go inside with Charlie, lock the doors, and don’t you dare fucking open up for anyone but me. Do you understand?”

She nods but doesn’t move until I lead her to the door and open it for her.

“No one but me.”

I close the door, and when I hear her lock it, I turn to Spider.