52. Weston

I’m gonna take my wife home.

My wife.

My wife.

I can’t stop saying those words in my head. Has any sentence ever sounded so good? I feel deliriously high in the best way possible. Colors are brighter, smells are better. The world is clean and pure and perfect.

I want to tell everyone now. Scream it from the damn rooftops to my family, my team, every stranger on the internet, every pedestrian on the street. I wanna translate it to every language and rent out billboards so the whole fucking world knows one thing:

Renee is my wife.

For now, though, I settle for bringing her into my—no, our—apartment. It”s been the longest three days of my life. Once I signed those papers, I didn”t want to send Renee back. But we both knew we needed to wait for the right moment.

How nice of Deacon to deliver us the chance on a silver platter so soon.

She kicks off her shoes at the door and it feels like she”s done it a hundred times before. Fucking hell, she belongs here with me.

I look down at her, grinning. ”Wanna see what I”ve been working on the last few days?”

Her brow goes up. ”Secret project?”

“Something like that.” I give her a wink. “I think you”re gonna like it.”

Aside from my bedroom, the apartment has three other rooms. Hunter posts up in one, and when Molly rolls through, she takes another. The final room is what I liked to call “the junk pit,” for obvious reasons. That’s where all my otherwise placeless shit would go.

Now, that”s all changed.

I bring her to that room, open the door and step aside, letting her be the first one in.

”Oh my God, Weston…”

It’s a nursery. Getting it from junk-pit-worthy to baby-ready was a process and a half, but it’s worth every ounce of effort just to see the look on her face. The baseboards are shining in an ivory white with a soft green on the walls. A pale wood crib looms in one corner, with a huge, padded rocking chair and bookshelf filled to the brim in the other. A zoo animal mobile rotates slowly overhead in the breeze from the fan.

It’s not totally done yet. I left dozens of spaces empty and boxes untouched so Renee could put her own touch on things. So we could build shelves and toys side by side, while sharing dreams about the life that was going to fill this room.

”You like it?” I ask as she steps into the room looking around in awe.

She turns to me. ”I love it,” she corrects, her eyes rimmed in red and brimming with happy tears. ”All of this for our baby?”

”For you, too. For us.” I clear my throat and pluck her hand from her side so I can hold it in both of mine. “I meant what I said when I said I was in this for good, P. Even if we didn”t have papers tying us together, that wouldn”t change. You’re mine. I’m yours. And I’m never, ever letting you go.”

The energy in the room is hypercharged. She steps toward me and I toward her.

We meet in the middle.

I press my lips to hers and then nibble at the bottom one. I love making it look all swollen and pouty once my teeth are done with it. My fingers tangle in her hair and hers find the front of my pants. The belt buckle comes undone at the same time I drag down the zipper of her dress.

There”s no need for words or declarations at this point.

We know who we belong to.

We”re in this for the long haul.

So I back her up, her hands on my zipper, mine on hers, relishing the little gasp she makes when she bumps into the wall. Her dress wilts from her shoulders and my pants go tumbling down to the floor. Her breaths are sharp and eager, just like mine when she pulls me free of my clothes and starts a slow stroke.

I hike her leg up, hooking it at my hip. She’s warm and soft against me and she smells like… like… fuck, I don’t know what it is, but this is how I assume heaven smells. If not, they need to change some things up there.

I slide my fingers along the seam of her panties and feel the heat and moisture there. As I do, Renee squeezes around my cock.

I groan. ”Fuck, babe. You’re gonna kill me before I even taste you.”

I bury my face into her neck and slide her panties to the side. I slip my fingers in and out of her. They curl, stroking within her and teasing her sensitive spots. I press my thumb to her clit, giving her delicious friction that has her soaking my fingers and palm already.

”Weston…”

Her tone is begging. Who would I be if I didn”t oblige?

I pull my hand out and lick each digit clean right in front of her. Renee”s eyes go glossy with want, and I grip my cock to guide it into her. The head presses to her tight entrance, and we come together slowly until I”m sheathed all the way inside her.

Inseparable.

I press my forehead to Renee”s. My eyes gazing right into hers, holding her in my whole vision of the world. I never want to look at another woman like this again, and if I have my way, Renee will never look at another man like this, either.

Judging by her expression, no man will ever have the chance.

I move inside her, gentle but intense. I don”t want to hurt her or our baby, but I need to show her just how deeply she”s changed me as a man. Made me into someone who is more than willing to put it all out there for my woman and our child.

I’ll fight the DuBois family. The Carringtons. The media and the haters and whoever the fuck else thinks they can take her from me.

Peeling her from the wall, I stay inside her and cart her to our bedroom. In the dimness of the night, I lay her back. And when I look down at her, hair splayed all across the bed, her body thick and curvy and gorgeous, I marvel at how this amazing woman is all mine.

”Let me get you out of these,” I say, brushing my fingers over the fabric of her panties. ”Let me see all of you while I fuck you.”

I hook my thumbs in the waist of her underwear and slowly drag it down her thighs. I reveal her like a present. Beneath those beautiful breasts and the miraculous bump of our child, her hips and thighs are creamy and soft, begging to be squeezed, kissed, bitten.

Worshiped.

“You have such a perfect pussy, Princess,” I whisper-rasp with my lips just inches from it. Her desire glistens in the gloom as I inhale her.

”I want to see you,” she whines, her hands scrabbling at my shoulders.

”Well, if that’s what my wife wants…”

I pull back, stripping out of my shirt and pants. They get tossed away along with my boxers before I join her on the bed again. I slide my cock between her legs and she whines again, arching against me in desperation.

“Don’t keep teasing me,” she protests. “I feel like I’m going to explode.”

”I love seeing how much you want me,” I say with a mischievous smile. ”You don”t even understand what a fucking treasure you are. But I got a lifetime and then some to make sure you know.”

I push her thighs apart and slide right there—pressing deep into her once more. I take her hands, lacing our fingers together. Pinning her there like that, no inch of our bodies is separated from the other.

Perfection.

Forever.

”I love you, Renee,” I breathe out. ”I love you. You”re mine.”