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  He should be thinking about how he couldn’t wait to strip her down, tease her out of his shirt, play with her until she forgot all the other men she’d ever been with.

  He couldn’t wait until he was the only one she was thinking of.

  Chris moved from her mouth to her neck and kissed her, licked her collar bone, slowly slid his hands up and down her sides.

  There was too much between them, too much that shouldn’t be there. Why were they wearing so many clothes? Why would she have so many on right now? He needed to get her out of the t-shirt, out of the panties. He needed to get her naked, get her in his room.

  Chris needed to own her the way she completely owned him.

  He wasn’t sure when it had happened, but at some point during the last few months, she had completely stolen his heart.

  And he wanted to steal hers right back.

  “Sarah, baby,” he pulled back and looked in her eyes. For a moment, she looked confused, locked in a haze of lust and desire.

  Then she came to her senses and looked at him, waiting for what he had to say.

  “Once we do this, you’re mine. There’s no going back. I don’t do one night, Sarah. I won’t. I want you, I want your future. I want to be with you. I want to take care of you. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  She nodded, slowly.

  “Tell me, Sarah.”

  “I’m yours, Chris. I’ve always been yours.”

  8

  Her words were all he needed to push them forward. He swept her into his arms and started to head toward the back of his home.

  “Chris, stop,” she protested, lightly hitting him. “I’m way too heavy for that.”

  “You weigh like 20 pounds, Sarah. Hush.” He swatted her bottom and she groaned, but he knew it hadn’t hurt. She was excited: just as excited as he was.

  This had been a long time in coming and now their moment was finally here. He carried her into the bedroom and dropped her on the bed, happy his years of military training had been in full swing this morning. He had made the bed. She lay there, spread out and wanton, looking up at him. Her shirt had slipped up a little, revealing her long, tan legs from a summer spent outdoors.

  “Take the shirt off,” he growled.

  She hurried to obey, and seeing that made him even harder. Maybe it was the way she was trying to please him or the way she looked like she was just so ready for his dick. He wasn’t interested in a complete power exchange. Dominating people wasn’t his style, but he liked to be obeyed.

  He liked seeing her trying to please him.

  Sarah pulled the shirt up over her head and tossed it aside. She was wearing a bra and panties, and was leaning back on her elbows. He could see all of her: her soft, long hair almost covered her breasts. Oh, he was going to bite the hell out of those tight little nipples. Her creamy belly was just slightly rounded and led down to her panties, where he could see dampness beginning to form between her thighs.

  Oh, his little Sarah was a minx.

  Chris stripped out of his own clothes and smiled at her surprised gasp when she caught her first glimpse of his cock. He was already hard and ready for her. He’d been hard since before the kitchen.

  He’d been hard since she came over.

  Hell, he’d been hard since the first time he heard her sweet voice, and that had been months ago.

  “Touch yourself for me,” he commanded, and she immediately began to rub her body. He wanted to see how she liked to be touched, how her body needed to be played with. Chris wanted to make her come again and again, but every woman was different.

  He wanted to know Sarah.

  Part of him wished he’d pressed her while they chatted online. He could have learned so many things about her sexual history and experiences, but he’d been trying to be good, polite. He’d been trying to keep the idea of a sexual Sarah at bay. He hadn’t wanted to think of her being naughty or dirty because Chris knew that once he crossed that line, he wouldn’t be able to think of her as Garrett’s little sister anymore.

  And he’d been right.

  She ran her hands down her chest and cupped her breasts, massaging them softly through the bra. Sarah licked her finger and carefully traced each nipple, then dragged her fingers slowly, slowly, slowly down to her panties.

  “Wait,” he said, stroking his dick as he watched her. He couldn’t help himself. She looked so fucking sexy. “Let me see those tits, beautiful.” She had left her bra on while she touched her nipples, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with that. Not now.

  Not this time.

  She smiled and unhooked her bra, then let it fall to the bed. Her breasts were big and full and perfect. He wondered if they’d been smaller before she got pregnant. He couldn’t remember. He had always been a tit man, though. He loved breasts, no matter what size they were, and he especially loved Sarah’s.

  “What do you think, staff sergeant?” She murmured, running her fingers over her nipples. She squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples, and stroked them. The whole time, she maintained eye contact with Chris.

  And he couldn’t fucking take the torture anymore.

  “That’s it,” he said with a growl. He didn’t give a fuck about her showing him how to get her off. He’d figure it out. He’d been in the military for a reason: he was awesome at figuring things out. He climbed on the bed and pushed her back, dominating her mouth with his kiss, and he slid his hand down her panties and between her soft folds.

  Sarah cried out when he slipped a finger inside her, then added a second.

  “If you don’t like it, why are you so wet, baby?”

  “I like it,” she said quickly. “I like it, oh Chris, fuck.” She closed her eyes as she kissed him harder, and he continued to stroke her. He slid her panties down to her thighs, but didn’t remove them, and kept fingering her. He went harder and harder, faster and faster, until her entire body was one coiled bundle of nerves.

  He felt the moment before she came, the second everything let go for her, the moment she stopped breathing and just tensed. Chris slid his fingers out of her pussy and onto her clit, and Sarah exploded in his arms.

  She opened her mouth and arched her back; a string of expletives poured from her lips.

  She had never looked so beautiful.

  When she relaxed, when she came down, she looked up at him like Chris was the only man in the world.

  And in that moment, he felt like he was.

  *

  Sarah only had eyes for Chris, and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. He was hovering over her, looking at her like she was a freaking princess, and he had just made her come harder than she ever had before.

  “Tell me you want me.”

  “I want you,” she breathed.

  Then he ripped her panties from her legs, tossed the tiny scraps of fabric on the floor, and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit, nipping at her tender flesh. Sarah gripped his hair and pulled him closer to herself.

  Chris made every part of her come alive. That was something she hadn’t felt in a long time, maybe ever. Anytime she’d had sex before, it had been fine, but that was it.

  It had been fine.

  Chris was passionate, crazy. He was all over her because he thought she was so damn sexy and when he came onto her like that, she felt sexy.

  He slid between her legs, making room for himself. He looked at her for a second and raised an eyebrow.

  “I’m clean,” he said. She was confused, then she realized what he was saying: they didn’t need a condom because she was already pregnant.

  “Me, too,” she said, nodding. He was going to fuck her without anything separating them. It would only be their skin. Something about that made this even more real.

  When she’d been on her date months ago, they hadn’t talked about birth control. They hadn’t done anything, really. Sarah couldn’t even really explain why she’d actually decided to sleep with the guy. He certainly hadn’t been impressive, but she h
ad wanted to be a little wild, a little crazy.

  She had no idea that this, what she was doing with Chris, was so much crazier.

  She was in love with her brother’s best friend and from the sound of things, he was just as in love with her.

  He leaned down and kissed her, holding her lips with his as he plunged into her. Sarah was tight from months of not having sex, but even tighter from her orgasm. He filled her completely and for just a moment, she felt like she might die. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist, happy her bump wasn’t too big yet. She could still move easily during sex. She was just a little more tired than usual when she did it.

  Chris thrust harder into her and Sarah let go of all the anxiousness, all the nervousness, all the stress. She let go of the not knowing, of the fear, of her future. She let go of everything in that moment except for Chris because he was her rock.

  He was her guide.

  He was her everything.

  When he came, he whispered her name and thrust even deeper into her, filling her with his seed. Then he lay next to her on the bed, pulled her into his arms, and whispered to her until they both fell back to sleep.

  9

  Five-and-a-half months later

  “He’s beautiful,” Chris looked down at the little boy swaddled in blankets and couldn’t believe he had a son.

  “Garrett would be so proud,” Sarah whispered, looking at her brother’s namesake. Baby Garrett Christopher was absolutely perfect. The rest of Sarah’s pregnancy had been exhausting and having an unplanned c-section had been harder than she thought, but she had her baby now.

  Their baby.

  Sarah couldn’t quite believe how things had turned out for her. Chris had been with her completely throughout the duration of her pregnancy. He had gone to every appointment, been to every birthing class, and had read every book.

  He had supported her.

  This baby might not be his biologically, but Garrett was his son.

  Now, as Sarah and Chris looked at their newborn child, she couldn’t help but be grateful for the way things had turned out. She had gotten her man and her baby and her heart had never been so full.

  “What is it?” She said, looking up at Chris. He was fiddling with something in his pocket, pacing back and forth suddenly. He had been calm throughout the entire labor and even during the c-section. The doctors had told her she could bring one person back and though her mom had looked hopeful, she knew it was Chris she wanted with her.

  He was the first one to hold their son. Chris had carefully brought baby Garrett over to her while she was strapped down on the table and had given her a glimpse of his sweet, perfect self.

  She would cherish that memory forever.

  Now he looked anxious, though, and she wasn’t sure why.

  “I have to tell you something,” Chris said.

  For a moment, Sarah’s heart fluttered. What could he possibly have to say that had him all up in arms? Chris was stoic and determined. He would always be that way. After years of military training, it was impossible not to be determined and self-controlled in everything you did.

  Still, the way he was acting had her confused.

  That is, until he dropped to his knees beside her bed.

  “Chris? What are you doing?” Only she knew exactly what he was doing. He was doing exactly what she had hoped he would do from the moment she first met him.

  “Sarah, you’re the light of my life. When I first started talking to you, I knew you were special. I knew you were different. Your brother saw how I talked about you. He knew there was a spark between us, Sarah, and that spark has gotten me through the hardest times of my life.”

  He paused, taking a moment to deal with the emotions welling up inside of him. It was obvious from the look on his face. Chris still had a hard time dealing with Garrett’s death, but that was okay: Sarah did, too.

  “We’ve been through a lot together, Sarah, but I’d like to think we’re stronger because we did go through it together. I’ve never had to face my pain alone. I’ve had you to lean on, to hold me up when I felt like falling down, and I want to do the same for you, baby. No matter where life takes us, I want to face it with you by my side.”

  Chris pulled the box out of his pocket and opened it. A silver ring held a sapphire surrounded by diamonds. It wasn’t a typical engagement ring, but nothing about their relationship had been typical. They were in the hospital just hours after she’d given birth, after all. Her life wasn’t supposed to play out like this.

  But as Sarah looked at Chris, as she let his words sink in, she knew he was right. She knew she would never find a love like this, that she could never let him go. He was her rock and her strength. He was everything to her.

  “Of course, yes,” she whispered, crying happy tears of joy. “Yes, absolutely. Yes!” She giggled wildly and he kissed her gently. She was still holding the baby, but Chris climbed into bed beside her and kissed her again, then he kissed baby Garrett on the forehead.

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sarah. I can’t wait to see what happens next.”

  THE END

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  “Two weeks,” Audrey said with a frown on her face.

  “One week,” Gabriel protested.

  “Two.”

  “Fine.”

  Audrey smirked, thinking she had won the argument, but Gabriel planned to bug her endlessly until she got the pictures back sooner. He knew she could work faster than that, but he also knew his little spitfire was a bit of a perfectionist. She always needed everything to be perfect.

  If only she felt that way about her own life.

  Audrey pushed away from the table and stood, smoothing her black dress. She grabbed her red hat from the table and slipped it on, completing her pinup girl look. She was forever living in the past, but Gabriel suspected it had more to do with her love of photography and the trendiness of 50s fashion, rather than a personal statement.

  Gabriel stood as she did, his large frame towering over her small one. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was intimidated, but he did know better. Nothing scared Audrey. Nothing. Not deadlines, not arguments, and certainly not dragons.

  She was the fiercest human on Dragon Isle.

  Maybe anywhere.

  “I have to go,” she looked at her cell phone to check the time. “I have a meeting with Emerson about taking photos of his new baby. Then I have to meet with some of the older dragons to talk about pictures for their church directory.”

  “There’s a church on the island?” Gabriel said with a smirk. Audrey just rolled her eyes. The dragons were more open to sexual deviances than most humans, but the older generation still appreciated the solitude that church offered them.

  “Yes, Gabe, there’s a church.” Audrey smiled playfully at Gabriel. Fuck, she was beautiful. If only he could convince her there was so much mor
e than friendship between them. Audrey had been adopted by a dragon couple as a small child and had grown up on the island. Though she and Gabriel had grown up together and were the best of friends, she hadn’t made a move to pursue anything else between them.

  And it was killing him.

  Each day that passed was one more without her. Gabriel wasn’t sure how much more he could take. He needed Audrey like he needed his next breath. She was all he could think about. She was consuming him.

  “Want me to fly you?” He asked, desperate for a few more minutes with her. She cocked her head in surprise and raised her eyebrows. “To Emerson’s? No. I’m going to his house. It’s not too far to walk. You can walk me, though,” she added, fluttering her eyelashes in joke seduction.

  He’d take it.

  Gabriel dropped some money on the table to pay for their drinks, looped his arm through hers, and led Audrey out into the bright summer sunshine.

  She chatted aimlessly as they made their way through the village and to the clan leader’s modest house. The entire time, Gabriel was wondering how much longer he was going to let things stay the same. How much longer could he stand being her best friend? How much longer could her handle being the guy she ran to with all of her problems? How much longer could he be the one she cried on when some other loser broke her heart?

  How much longer could Gabriel wait for Audrey to realize he was standing right there?

  When she kissed his cheek to say goodbye, he held her in a tight hug for a few seconds too long, wanting the moment to last just a bit more. He knew they were reaching a turning point. He was going to break or she was, and he wasn’t sure which, and he wasn’t sure where they were going to end up.