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“We’re not done, sugar. Just getting started.”
My dick’s slick with our combined fluids and I’m still hard. I fill her again, this time my passage so slick from coming inside her.
“Chance,” she moans, gripping the bedding.
“That’s right, say my name. You’re mine, Avery. Nothing will take you from me again.”
I prove that to her for hours. Giving her orgasm after orgasm until she’s asleep in my bed.
Where she belongs. Sated. Sweaty and filled with my seed.
Avery Marsh is fucking mine.
19
AVERY
I awake,awash in a cold sweat.
For a moment, I don’t know where I am, until I hear a soft snore next to me.
Chance. I’m in Chance’s bed.
Chance, whose name has been cleared.
Chance, who I never stopped loving after all these years.
Chance…
Who has a son.
A freaking son.
How can I tell him about Grady? How can Inottell him about Grady?
I know why I awoke in a cold sweat. Only one thing makes me wake up so abruptly, brushing my arms against the chill.
I was dreaming about Grady’s birth. It was hell. Pure hell, and I nearly lost my life, and I did lose my uterus. But when I was finally in the clear, and my mother placed my son in my arms…
God, it was all worth it.
It was immediate, the recognition of Chance in my son. Our son.
Now I’m with Chance. In his big bed. In the huge Bridger ranch house. I used to imagine waking up beside him. Of this house being ours. Having kids.
Until…
The letter. Mom’s inheritance.
But now? I’m in Chance’s bed. It seems he wants a relationship where I stay here, in his arms, in his house.
We even have a child….except Chance doesn’t know the child exists.
Still, nothing is as it seems. We know each other, the youthful versions of ourselves. But there are years, well over a decade, of time where we didn’t know anything about each other.
Chance is an open book. He’s been here this whole time. Working the land that looks exactly the same as when I left.
Me? I’m different. I’m not the same, naive girl I once was. I have raised a boy. Lived my life. And now? I’m the one with secrets. With the one and only thing that is a part of both of us. It should bring us together, but my stomach churns with doubt. I think Grady just might tear us apart.
