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“I’m sorry, Ellie.” Jake sets the test on the bed right in front of me. Chest tight, I close my eyes because I don’t want to look at it.

“It’s okay, Jake,” I whisper, wiping away my tears. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

He bends down on his knees and turns my body toward him. “Look at me,” he murmurs.

Releasing a heavy sigh, I meet his gaze and it only makes me cry more. There are tears in his eyes and it breaks my heart. He grabs my face in his strong grasp. “I don’t think you understand me.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

His lips pull back into a grin and he grabs the test, holding it up so I can see it. “I was saying I’m sorry because you’re going to be stuck with me for a long time. We’re having a baby!”

Either the breath leaves my lungs, or I forget to breathe. All I know is that one minute, I’m crying, and the next, I’m screaming with joy. “We did it,” I squeal, jumping into Jake’s arms.

He bursts out laughing. “We sure as hell did.”

“Everything okay up there?” Owen shouts.

“Yes, we’re fine,” I shout back. “Sorry!”

Jake kisses me. “We’re more than fine. This is just what I needed.” He leans down and kisses my stomach. “Something else to fight for.”

His words bring a chill to my spine. “Do you really think we’ll draw this guy out by staying here?”

Jake meets my gaze. “I have no doubt, but let’s not worry about that right now. This is our moment, our time. I’m not going to let anything spoil it.” He nuzzles my neck, pushing my hair out of the way so he can kiss his way up my jaw. Tilting my head to the side, I moan and close my eyes. “Nothing’s going to spoil tonight.”

Chill bumps race across my skin and I shiver, leaning against him to steal some of his warmth. He chuckles in my ear and presses his erection against my stomach, lightly thrusting it up and down. I hold him tight.

“I want more,” I breathe.

Kissing me feverishly, he picks me up in his arms and gently sets me on the bed. “I’m going to give you more, cupcake. Don’t worry,” he promises.

Sliding his fingers under my shirt, he lifts it up over my head and throws it on the floor. He moans deep in his chest when he gazes down at me with his sexy blue eyes, licking his lips. Kissing the mounds of my breasts, he lowers the fabric over one and begins to suck on my taut, sensitive nipple, while reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. He shoves it away, while keeping his lips enclosed over my breast. I want to feel him inside me, to satiate the craving between my legs.

Already, my body responds to his touch and I’m so achingly wet, so close to letting go. Fumbling with his jeans, I try desperately to get them undone, so I can wrap my fingers around his cock and feel it pulsate with my touch. Jake helps me by kicking off his jeans once I have them undone. Taking his length in my hands, I squeeze, pumping him from base to tip.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he groans. “I’ve missed this.”

“So have I.”

Harder and faster, I stroke him, enjoying the satisfied rumble in his chest. His fingers deftly unbutton my jeans, and he slides them down my legs. Now I know why they’ve started getting a little snug.

With his arm around my waist, he moves up the bed and spreads my legs wide with his knee. Keeping his gaze on mine, he kisses me gently at first, and then harder as he pushes his fingers inside me.

“Harder, Jake,” I beg, spreading my legs wider.

He does as I say, and soon after, I feel myself tightening around his fingers. He bites down on my lip and sucks as I cry out in pleasure, riding the waves of my orgasm. Slowly, he rubs my overly-sensitive clit with his thumb and swirls his fingers in the wetness between my legs.

Keeping his gaze on mine, he traces my nipples with my desire, leaving wet trails in his wake, and sucks them both greedily. I can feel his cock pressing into my opening, and as soon as he pushes the tip in, I gasp.

Plunging the rest of the way in, it’s a shock to my system and I revel in the feeling of being split wide open. “I love you,” he murmurs against my lips.

Tears fall down my cheeks. “I love you too.”





Twenty-Four





Jake





There’s no sleep for me tonight. I’m too wound up. I can hear Owen downstairs, pacing the floor. Ellie’s in bed, fast asleep, and I’m not about to wake her. She has a baby growing inside her, and I know she needs her rest. As quietly as I can, I unzip my suitcase and pull out my Sig Sauer MK25 and stick it in the waistband of my jeans. It’s almost time for the second shift of night duty.

Opening the door, I shut it gently behind me. Owen is in the kitchen, rolling a bullet back and forth on the table. He notices me and puts the bullet back into its chamber. “Sounds like you and Ellie had fun tonight.”

I sit down and set my gun on the table, propping my legs up on the windowsill. “We did. She’s pregnant. We had a lot to celebrate.”

“Damn, brother, that’s awesome,” he replies with a smile. “She hasn’t been sick, so that’s good.”

I snort. “I’m sure that’ll come soon enough, along with middle of the night ice cream cravings. You’ll have to deal with it too, sooner or later. That is, if you ever have kids of your own.”