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Two.
One.
The timer beeps. None of us move for a second, frozen in this moment of possibility.
My eyes scrunch shut with nerves. “I can’t look. One of you do it.”
Felix places the test in my hand. “No, Harper. It’s your body. You see the result first.”
My palms are clammy and my muscles jittery but I nod and flip the test over.
Two pink lines.
“Positive,” I gasp with astonishment. “I’m pregnant.”
The world seems to stop for a few seconds as reality sinks in.
A baby.Ourbaby.
For a breathless moment, Tyler and Felix are statues, staring at the two pink lines that have changed our lives. Then they move in unison, wrapping me in their arms. I laugh as we fall back on the mattress. With tears pooling in my eyes, I gaze up at my men, each of them propped on one elbow above me.
“My god, you’re beautiful.” Felix’s voice breaks. “And you’re pregnant with our child. We’re having a baby.”
His lips press to mine in a gentle kiss. When he pulls back, my attention switches to Tyler. He’s watching me quietly. Though I know he’s happy, I need to know what he’s thinking.
He answers my thoughts before I can ask. “We got it right this time, Harper. This is how it was always supposed to happen. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Both of you. Our baby.”
“This is the most perfect news, Harper,” Felix says.
I couldn’t agree more. After years of pain, I finally have everything I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
KILLIAN
She’s the last one to leave my classroom when the bell rings. She’s slow on purpose, ensuring the two of us are alone.
She bends over her desk to reach for something, the motion making her skirt ride up, showing me a glimpse of her perfect ass and black lacy thong. My dick twitches, hardening.
I know exactly what she looks like naked beneath me. I’ve memorized the shade of pink her cheeks flush when she’s close to an orgasm and the desperate little sounds she makes. The way she whispers my name, begging me not to stop. How perfect her pussy feels, so wet and tight, fluttering around my cock as she climaxes. How fucking hard she makes me come.
I shouldn’t stare at her ass in that thong. I shouldn’t even allow myself to be in her presence. But I’m done caring. She’s mine, we’re perfect together, and nothing will keep me from her.
She turns around to speak with me, her lips pausingas she catches my eyes on her body. Those luscious lips belong wrapped tight around my cock. Lips that give the best head of my life.
She gasps, seeing my thoughts written in my eyes, then her lips curl upward.
My blood pumps faster as she approaches slowly, her hips swaying with each step. When she reaches me at my desk, her hands rest on the surface and she leans in, whispering in a sweet voice that sends me feral.
“What are you thinking about, Mr. Blackwood?”
Jesus.When she calls me that name.
“You, Zara. I’m thinking about you.”
