Don't Speak (A Modern Fairytale, #5)

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They slept tangled in each other’s arms, but when Erik awoke at six o’clock, he jolted upright and ran naked to the front door, where they’d started undressing. He gathered together their cast-off clothes and took them back to the master bedroom, wondering if he should pull on his boxers and T-shirt, just in case Ava Grace wandered into their room.

“Erik?” Laire murmured. “Everything okay?”

He let the boxers in his hand drop to the floor and slipped back into bed bedside her, pulling her back against his chest and kissing her warm neck. “Mm-hm.”

“Where’d you go?”

“I didn’t want Ava Grace to find your blouse on the floor in front of the door.”

She sighed contentedly. “What a good daddy.”

Her deep, raspy, sleepy voice had the effect of making him hard all over again, and he held her closer, letting his growing erection press against her back just in case she was up for round two.

“I’m goin’ to be the best I can be.”

“I know,” she said. “Speaking of . . . we had sex last night. Without protection.”

For a split second, he froze, letting the ramifications of her words sink in, but just as quickly, his cock pulsed and swelled, the idea of making another baby with Laire better than porn any day.

“You’d be okay with that?” he asked, placing his palm on her flat stomach. “If you were . . . I mean, if I got you—”

“Mm-hm,” she murmured, her voice dreamy as the rising sun began to lift the gray of night. “I’d be okay with that.”

Reaching for her leg, he lifted it a little, leaning forward to guide himself into the warm, wet heaven of her sex. As he slid forward, she gasped, covering his hand with hers, moaning as he started moving within her.

“I want to see you pregnant with my child,” said Erik, groaning into her ear as he clutched her thigh, keeping her legs open, his lips sliding blindly over the skin of her shoulder as he drove deeply inside, faster and faster. “I want to know that I made you that way.”

“Erik,” she moaned, pushing her body rhythmically against his.

“I want to be there when the baby comes. I want to be there . . . for everythin’,” he panted, his teeth biting gently on her shoulder.

“Yes,” she sighed, her voice thick and breathless.

He raised her leg slightly higher. Then, withdrawing from her completely, he thrust back inside her to the hilt. She whimpered, arching against him, but he stilled, his eyes rolling back in his head as the walls of her sex tightened like a glove around him. “Tell me . . . you want it . . . too, Laire.”

“I . . . oh, God, please . . . I want it too!” she cried.

He thrust forward twice more—so deep, he swore his cock kissed her womb—and as she shook and shuddered, her muscles milking the cum from his cock, he prayed that their wish would come true.

Letting his head fall forward onto her neck, he panted in ragged breaths against her skin.

“Fuck,” he muttered, gently releasing her thigh and wrapping his arms around her. “That was hot.”

She sighed, turning in his arms to face him, her eyes dilated but soft. “How many do you want?”

“How many do you want to have?” he asked.

“Four,” she said, grinning at him.

“What? Four?” he asked, smiling back at her, surprised she had an answer ready.

She giggled softly, leaning forward to kiss his lips. “I hated being one of three. I always wished the number had been even.”

“You felt ganged up on?”

She shook her head. “Not really. But I was the odd man out.”

“Not anymore,” he said, nuzzling her nose with his. “You’ve got me.”

She nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“I leased my apartment and quit my job, baby,” he said. “I’m all yours now.”

“I have to tell you something.” She reached up and tousled his dark hair. “I heard from Madame Scalzo yesterday. She doesn’t feel like my working remotely is, well, working. She asked how I’d feel about relocating to New York to work in-house.”

“What’d you say?” he asked.

“I said . . .” She searched his eyes. “I want to go, Erik . . . but I don’t want to go without you.”

“Why would you go without me?” he asked.

She gasped softly, her eyes filling with tears. “Your whole life is here in North Carolina.”

“No,” he said, sliding his hand from her back to her hip, then placing it flat, between her breasts, over her heart. “My whole life . . . is here.”

A tear slipped from her eyes, plopping onto his arm. “You’ll come with me? With us? To New York?”

“Can’t think of a better place to practice sports and entertainment law, darlin’.”

Her smile was so bright, he didn’t understand how she could still be crying, but he tasted her tears as she captured his lips with hers.