Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 309(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Marlo’s hands slipped off my face as a look of pure shock rang across his face, his breath seeming to stop. He didn’t say anything at first, and I couldn’t even breathe.
“And it’s…” he trailed off.
“It’s one of yours,” I told him, trying my best not to break down because I wasn’t even sure what he was thinking right now. “I’m not sure which one.”
Marlo stared at me in silence for a few more seconds before shaking his head as a grin crossed his face.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied as he took my hands and pulled me closer. “We’re a family. I want to be a part of your life and the baby’s life, and I’m sure the others will want the same thing too.”
I released a shaky breath as more tears broke from my eyes, but they were happy ones this time. I gave his hands a squeeze before he let go to place one hand on my stomach. There wasn’t a bump yet, but I knew that it would be coming soon.
“So, you’re happy about this? Truly happy? Even with the circumstances of everything going on?” I asked him with hope in my eyes.
Marlo nodded as he lifted his eyes to mine.
“Happier than I’ve ever been before,” he told me. “This baby will be loved. I promise you. Nothing that could ever happen will change that.”
That was the best thing that he could’ve said, and I couldn’t help but throw my arms around his neck and press my lips against his.
Marlo smiled into the kiss and placed his hand on the back of my neck, sweetly caressing me as our kiss started to deepen.
I melted into him, letting go of my worries for just a moment as I focused on the good. He was happy about the baby, and he wanted to be with me no matter what. I wanted to hear directly from the other guys about how they felt too, but for now, I reveled in the passion of Marlo’s kiss.
Marlo slipped his hand into my hair, his fingers diving through my brown locks. Our lips parted at the same time, our tongues brushing as my hands moved up his chest.
Desire and need burned through me like fire, and I found myself wanting more. So much more.
“I need you,” I whispered.
“You have me. Always,” Marlo assured me before taking my hand and leading me up the stairs to the attic. He picked me up by the back of my thighs and laid me down on the bed before helping me slip my black, flowy tank top off, followed by my black bra. “You’re so beautiful.”
His sweet words made my face warm up as I smiled up at him. The look in his felt like pure love to me, but I was too nervous to ask him how deep his feelings were for me. All I could do was show how I felt through movement because I was also too nervous to speak on my own emotions.
Our clothes steadily hit the floor, a pile growing until we were both bare under the soft sheets. I wrapped my arms around Marlo’s neck as he hovered above me, his hand disappearing between my thighs to caress me. His fingers rubbed slow circles against my clit as he kissed my jaw.
All of our movements felt so much slower than usual. As great as our kinky sex was, something about going slow and being patient to explore each other’s bodies was amazing in its own right. It was surreal.
“I don’t want to be without you. Not for a day. A minute,” I murmured before my voice was broken up by a moan as two of his fingers pushed inside of me. I lifted my hips, rocking myself against them.
“I’m right here,” Marlo promised before capturing my lips in a slow, sweet kiss.
Desire burned through every inch of me, and there was nothing I wanted more than to be with this man and the other guys. To belong to them and have them as mine and only mine. Could that really be my reality?
When Marlo replaced his fingers with his cock, thrusting inside of me deep and slow, I moaned into our kiss, his lips muffling the sound. My nails dug into the back of his shoulders as he rocked into me, focusing on going deep and hitting that spot that made me whimper.
“Marlo,” I said, my cheeks flushing as heat kept coursing through me.
“I know, baby,” Marlo replied, knowing what I needed. He thrusted into me harder, making me hold onto him tightly. I didn’t want to let go to begin with. “God, you make it hard to last. You feel perfect.”
To me, he was perfect. He was the type of man, selfless and brave, that I wanted in my life, Chloe’s life, and our new baby’s life.