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  “Yes,” she moans. “More, Braden.”

  Leaning down and running my teeth up her neck, I love that a shiver works through her. She has her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands clenching at my biceps.

  “Lift those hips, baby. Give it to me.”

  She does exactly what I say, grinding herself on me.

  Placing my hands on either side of her head, I start moving inside of her fast and hard, not about to prolong this. I feel sweat trickle down my hairline. I’m a greedy bastard when it comes to Macy. I always will be.

  I lower my gaze down her body to her breasts, over her belly, and stop at the top of her pussy.

  With my cock lodged in her sweet cunt, I know I can’t hold off much longer. I start fucking her good.

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  “How does it feel, baby?”

  “You stretch me so good.”

  I groan when her tight body clenches around me. I move faster and harder, in and out of her, unable to control myself. Her pussy tightens around my shaft, and I grit my teeth. My balls draw up tight with my impending orgasm. Fuck, I’m going to come.

  And I’m going to fill her up with my cum, make her take all of it.

  No fucking way I’ll last.

  She digs her nails into my skin harder, and I hiss out, loving the pain and pleasure that follows.

  “Yeah, Macy. Fuck. Yes.”

  I look down at where our bodies are connected, then I thrust in deep.

  “Yes.” She hisses the word out. “More.” She arches her back, and her breasts rise up, shaking slightly from the force.

  I sit back on my knees, curl my hands around her waist, digging my fingers into her pliant, soft flesh, and fuck her. The sloppy, wet sounds of my cock moving in and out of her cunt is an auditory orgasm all its own. I bottom out of her every time I push back inside.

  “I’m going to come again.” The way she gasps out those words has my pleasure mounting.

  Her pussy muscles milk my dick, tightening and relaxing so that I can’t hold off from coming anymore.

  “Fuck. It’s so good.” I jerk against her as I come, emptying myself inside her willing body.

  “Fuck.” I continue to thrust into her shallowly, seeing the pleasure on her face, finding my own rise. “I’ll never let you go, baby. I’ll never let anyone else have you.”

  “I’m yours,” she moans.

  Everything about Macy makes me hard, needy, and possessive. I cup the side of her face. “That’s right. You’re mine.”

  She nods and licks her lips.

  Leaning over her, I run the tip of my nose up the length of her throat, inhaling deeply. She smells so sweet and clean, and I wish I could mark her, like some kind of animal.

  “Christ, baby.” This is what it means to want a woman so badly it eats away at everything else.

  And I know it’ll always be this way with her. Always.

  I kiss her on the forehead, pull back, and just stare at her for a prolonged second. Fuck, I am so damn lucky to have her. I smooth my hands over the indentation of her spine, along the curve of her ass, and love that her flesh puckers for me. Macy is mine—every part of her is mine and only mine.

  She’s pliant beside me, and it makes me feel like a real man to know I’m the one who made her feel this way.

  “How do you feel, baby?” I murmur against her skin.

  “So good, Braden,” she whispers, her voice thick with sleep.

  “You’re mine, Macy. Only mine,” I say, my voice husky, determined, needing her to admit it.

  “I’m only yours,” is her response.

  I pull away and look down at her again. I’m so fucking in love with this woman. I gather her into my arms, and after a few moments I can hear her breathing change. “I love you, Macy,” I whisper. She moves closer to me and I know she’s on the verge of sleeping. To know she’s tired because of me, because of what we just did has the possessive side of me rising again.

  “I love you, too,” she whispers, and I feel a smile shape my lips.

  I’ll never be that man who doesn’t worry about her, who doesn’t need to know where she is because it will give me peace of mind. But she accepts that, understands that she’s mine and I have to be a little on the caveman side where she’s concerned.

  I am the luckiest bastard in the world.

  Epilogue Two

  Braden

  Three years later

  Mine.

  That’s all I can think when I stare at Macy, when I realize I have her and no other man will ever lay claim to her.

  Mine. All mine.

  I can’t help but stare at her as she sits on the floor with our children, Xavier and Olivia. Twins, a little boy and girl, and the lights of my life. I never saw myself as a family man, never thought I’d have children or be married. But here I am, married to the woman I love, who has absolutely stolen my heart, and who has given me two beautiful children.

  And then I glance over at Tabby, who sits in my oversized recliner, a book in her lap, and this look of amazement on her face. Her staying with us started as a weekend type of thing, but as time passed it became more frequent. It then ended with her living with us fulltime, my father and his bitch of a wife claiming she was getting too rowdy, that she was starting to give them a bad name.

  That’s all I’d needed to hear to start the paperwork to adopt Tabby. I knew my father wouldn’t fight it. It’s not like he ever gave two shits about her. They paid nannies to take care of Tabby as they went on their cruises and European trips and when they went to their socialite dinner parties. She was nothing but a nuisance to them.

  So here we are, Tabby officially ours, the relationship I have with my father nonexistent after all those years of animosity and hatefulness.

  And the truth is … I’ve never been happier.

  Tabby closes the book and looks over at me, this huge smile on her face.

  “Good story?”

  She nods enthusiastically.

  “We’ll have to go to the library and check out some new ones this weekend,” Macy says, and I see the excitement practically shoot out of Tabby.

  “Can we? Can we?”

  “Of course,” Macy says and laughs as Tabby comes running over to her, tackling her with a bear hug.

  Tabby is chuckling as she climbs off Macy and runs to her room. “I need to see what books I have to return.”

  Tabby is more like our daughter at this point, and I know Macy feels the same way. She loves her like her own.

  Macy and I are grinning as we watch her disappear down the hall. And as I stare at my wife, love and happiness … completion, rises up. Even all these years later, Macy makes my heart beat faster and harder. She makes my stomach twist up and has all my possessive instincts coming up like a beast inside of me.

  Macy is mine.

  Our children and Tabby are mine.

  Forever.

  Always. And I dare anyone to try and take them from me.

  And as I stare at my wife, my woman …. all I think about is seeing her big with another baby. It’s so primal, so barbaric of me, but I can’t stop the thoughts and images slamming into my head. I can’t help myself when all I see is how gorgeous she looks swollen with my child.

  Tabby comes out holding four books, the grin on her face contagious.

  I may be successful, wealthy, and can get whatever I want. But the only things I need in life, the only things I’ll ever care about completely, are the four people in this room.

  They make me complete.

  I am one lucky bastard, and I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be, who I am supposed to be with. Funny to think this would have never happened if my little pickpocket hadn’t used her sticky fingers on me. If she hadn’t come into my life, I wouldn’t be where I am now. And damn is that a depressing thought.

  And so, I’ll do whatever it takes to care for them, to make them happy. It’s because of Macy, our children, and Tabby that I’ve finally realized what
it means to be happy, to be successful in life.

  Macy may have planned to pick my pocket that day and steal my money, but what she really did was steal my heart and I never want it back. I belong to her as much as she belongs to me.

  The End

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