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  She takes me deeper and my cock is solid and hard for her as she sucks me.

  “That’s nice,” I say, as she takes my balls in her hand, massaging them as she dips her head up and down over my rod. I want her clothes off, I want to see her nice perky tits, her hard nipples, and her dripping pussy.

  She keeps sucking me off, harder and harder, so nice and good. A month of practice, and Harper knows exactly what to do. Her hands wraps around my shaft as she licks my tip all the way to the base. My whole cock is slick and ready to slide into her tight pussy.

  “I want to be in you, honey,” I tell her as she deep-throats me. She doesn’t stop; she keeps taking me, the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat, until I’m ready to explode in her wet mouth.

  I thrust into her willing mouth and come hard and fast as she moans in pleasure. She loves swallowing my come, loves taking my seed in her mouth.

  She pops my massive cock out of her mouth, her lips swollen and eyes glistening with her mounting pleasure. She wants me to fuck her until her legs shake, and I will.

  “Will you come in me again?” she asks, standing, her hand still cupping my balls, leaning down to kiss them like she can’t get enough. She loves to fondle me; it gets her nice and wet when she does.

  “Fuck yeah, I will,” I tell her, pulling her to me and devouring her mouth. I kiss her hard and with desire. My tongue circles hers, and my still-hard cock pushes at her pussy. My lips trail kisses down her neck, her chest. I tear off her top, and my rod grows harder looking at her perfect tits wrapped up in that red lacy bra. I had fun picking out clothes for her online, bras and panties dripping with lace and netting. Not to mention the crotchless thongs.

  Like the pair she is wearing right now.

  Stepping away, I push down her pants, revealing that nicely shaven pussy. Since she moved here, her hair has gotten shorter and shorter, until she decided to go completely bare. I like it bare, because that way I can get a better view of her nice pussy lips, her opening when it’s slick with desire, ready for me to fuck her. Or, better, for me to watch her finger fuck herself.

  “Touch yourself,” I tell her, slapping her ass. “Over on the rug. I want to watch you make yourself wet.

  “I’m already dripping,” she says.

  “I want to watch you gush, and I want to lick up all that juice.”

  She follows my request and sashays to the bearskin rug. Oh her back, her hair splayed out over her shoulders, her tits big and round, her stomach bump perfect, too. She bites her lip, her hands massaging those fucking perfect globes, thumbing her own nipples as she moans. Her legs spread for me, and I get on my knees before her, my hard cock twitching with excitement as I eye her opening.

  Then she pushes two fingers between the fabric of the crotchless panties. The slit is nice and big so I can see everything she does. I could easily rip them off her, but I like watching as she presses her fingers between the silky material, as if she’s reaching for something forbidden, something she shouldn’t have. I watch as she moves her finger in and out, and then, as her excitement increases, she uses the middle finger of her other hand to massage the top of her opening. That’s when she starts to soak my rug. That’s when her hand moves faster and faster as she works to orgasm. Her tight little pussy is so wet, and I can’t help myself.

  I need to lick her dry.

  I tear off her panties, press my head between her legs and kiss at the soft skin of her inner thighs. Trying to torture her playfully, I kiss around her pussy. Her hands reach for my hair, and she massages my scalp and she begs me to suck her.

  “Not yet, honey.”

  I kiss her softly, using my hands to reach around to her ass, my fingers grazing her opening, but refusing to go in. When I know she’s desperate, because she’s moaning louder, I use my tongue to make a nice long lick right up the middle of her. Tracing her lips with my tongue, I watch her settle in ecstasy, her moaning turning to whispers.

  I start sucking on her perfect little lips, so tender and ripe. My tongue circles her clit, darts up and down her entrance, teasing her with my pulsing. She loves it, tries to wiggle away because the pleasure is too good, too much. I won’t let her get away.

  I grip my hands around her smooth legs, and bury my head in her pussy. Eating her out tastes so good and I press my lips into her harder, savoring her juice as her pussy begs for more. I use two fingers and feather them against her insides, lightly flicking until shivers cover her skin.

  I grind my face against her entrance, and I know she’s so close. Her legs press against me, asking for more, harder and deeper, so I give her what she wants. I press three fingers into her, fucking her fast, as she starts squirting all over me, her juice fucking pouring on my hand. My cock throbs, wanting her pussy lips wrapped around me tight.

  I spread her legs wider, pounding her pussy with my hand; she rocks under me as the orgasm pushes through her. I flip her over, wanting her on her hands and knees as I fuck her hard. Her ass is right in my face—so round, and ready for a good spanking.

  I slap her ass and she moans in pleasure. “Get in me, Jaxon, please. Now. I need you in me.”

  She’s right. She does need a good pounding. So I press my cock into her opening, as she’s bending for me. I grip her ass and thrust into her nice and good. Hard. She groans in delight and I thrust again, rocking her deep and good. Her tight pussy can take me now without her gasping because she knows that when I get in her, nice and deep, she’s going to come. And that orgasm is always worth the momentary pain of my massive cock in her.

  “Oh, Jaxon, oh baby, oh yeah,” she moans as I thrust again, spraying my come deep inside her pussy walls.

  I hold onto her hips, loving her skin up against me. She sits up, my cock still in her. I hold her gorgeous tits in my hands; they’re so big and beautiful my hands can’t even hold them completely. I press them together, her ass grinding on my lap, her head rolling back in my shoulders.

  “I love you, Jaxon,” she whispers.

  I kiss the soft skin of her neck, not knowing how to say the words she wants to hear. I can’t say them if part of me still thinks I might say good-bye.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  HARPER

  We drive into the city without hitting any speed bumps, and I reach for Jaxon’s hand as we walk into the clinic. The appointment with Doctor Vance starts off rocky. First, she gives Jaxon a once over, and I realize that, in the fluorescent light of the office, he looks even burlier than he does out in the woods. His beard and tattoos, his rugged clothes and edgy eyes, give off a don’t-mess-with-me vibe. Which isn’t exactly inviting.

  Doctor Vance regroups quickly and professionally, greeting us both with handshake, though she’s quick to explain that she was disappointed with me for never following through with a counseling appointment. But I don’t need a counselor anymore. Because I’m in love with Jaxon and we are going to have a life together, and my family can hate me, but it doesn’t matter.

  Because Jaxon can be my family now.

  Which I know is maybe setting myself up for disappointment ... but surely once we find out the gender of the babies this will seem more real to him—cause him to realize we need each other to get through this next part. He thinks I need my parents, but I don’t. He will be enough.

  “All right, Harper, if you’re still feeling well, then we will stay the course. Your blood pressure reads normal, and your weight gain is steady. I couldn’t be more pleased with this. So far, it’s best-case scenario. So now we need to start talking about any screenings you’d like done for the babies.”

  “I don’t want any testing done.” I shake my head. Even being here with a doctor, instead of a midwife, goes against my first choice.

  “But what if it helps?” Jaxon asks.

  “No,” I say. “It’s not even up for debate. I want everything as natural as possible.”

  “Even the delivery?” Jaxon asks.

  “Of course. I don’t believe in medical intervention. What
will be, will be.”

  Jaxon and Doctor Vance exchange a look.

  “What?” I ask. “Don’t do that ... that thing where you look at one another and judge me.”

  “No one is judging anyone,” Doctor Vance says, reaching out to pat my arm.

  “That’s not true,” Jaxon says, scoffing at the doctor’s words. “I think it’s insane to not find out everything we can about the babies before they’re born. And I also think it’s ridiculous to think you’re going to deliver them without any medical assistance. What if there’s a problem, Harper? You would just let the babies die?”

  Flustered I answer, “Of course not. But. I don’t know. I want to trust that everything happens for a reason.”

  “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.” Jaxon crosses his arms, shaking his head at me. “Happens for a reason? You think there’s a reason we’re here, having three kids? There is no reason for that. No bigger meaning. It was a one-night stand that went wrong. Way wrong. It was nothing but a huge mistake, Harper.”

  Tears fill my eyes. He thinks, after the last month we spent together, that this is wrong? Still?

  But I see it as so right. I see him and me, opposites in so many ways, but I thought maybe our differences are what could make us great. Make us a family.

  “Should we schedule an appointment with a mediator?” Doctor Vance asks, a finger hovering over her tablet as she listens to our fight. “Often times pregnancy becomes a very large stressor in a relationship. And this is a multiples pregnancy, which could have even more triggers for heated conversations.”

  “I don’t think this is a relationship, Doctor,” I say. Sniffling, I refuse to look at Jaxon. Not if everything we just experienced together, sleeping in the same bed, sharing meals, and sharing ourselves, was meaningless. “And I don’t think we’re going to be needing the ultrasound, after all.”

  She cocks her head to the side in confusion. “Harper, besides determining the gender, we’ll be able to get a good look at the babies’ organs to make sure everything is as it should be.”

  “No. I don’t want that today. It’s too much, too intrusive. I didn’t even think about the fact that the ultrasound was a way of playing God, but it is.”

  “This is a God issue now?” Jaxon asks, incredulous.

  “Maybe it always was, Jaxon. Luke broke off our engagement because he didn’t think I was holy enough, devoted enough. And at the time, I was so angry at that assessment of me. But was he so far off? Look at me—at who I’ve become since I met you.”

  “Fuck this,” Jaxon says, hands raised in defeat.

  “Okay, Jaxon, let’s give Harper space to dress.” She opens the door and shoos him out. Then, turning to me, she says, “You okay? Is there someone you’d like me to call?”

  “There’s no one for you to call,” I tell her.

  When she shuts the door, I fall apart. I’m not strong enough to cry with anyone; right now I am weak. Right now I am nothing but alone and it is all my fault.

  JAX

  I’ve been upset with women. Plenty of them. And even just coming back into this city reminds me of what I was doing down here, who I was doing down here.

  I was tense before I walked into the doctor’s clinic. And then when Doctor Vance scanned me head-to-toe, telling herself I was everything she didn’t want—when we both know I am exactly what she wants—I wanted out of the appointment, stat.

  But I wasn’t looking to get out of whatever-the-hell Harper and I are. I admit, I’m head-fucked about how to proceed. Do I just marry her to make her happy? Because part of me thinks that would be easiest. Maybe we get a house back here, I get a respectable position with whatever Dean’s new enterprise is. Work nine-to-five and come home to my wife and kids.

  I mean, do I want that? Hell, no. But I’m not an asshole. I got this woman pregnant. A woman who happens to be fucking hot in bed, adorable when she cooks me dinner, and a dick tease when she slinks around my cabin in my tee shirt and nothing else. It’s not that I don’t want to keep banging Harper—I just know at the end of the day she wants more than a good screw. She wants forever.

  And, fuck, that isn’t something I’m prepared to give. But maybe I’m just being a stubborn fool. Fact is, it’s not gonna get much better than Harper. She is more than a solid ten, she gets my cock hard without trying, she’s the mother of my children—and I may not be religious, but I swear she’s heaven on Earth.

  But then that shit went down in the doctor’s office, and I have no clue what Harper wants. It’s like she wants it both ways: to have me, but also keep her morals. I can’t fucking offer her Jesus Christ. I can only give her myself. And if she really wants a life with me, I think that should be enough.

  In the hallway, Doctor Vance speaks more candidly than she did in the room with Harper.

  “Jaxon, I’ve only met Harper once before,” she says. “But I wonder about her level of support ... if maybe there is someone else in her life she can rely on?”

  “I don’t know,” I say, swallowing. “I don’t know her that well. I’ve never met her family. Every time I mention support she gets all tense, and I hate to see her that way.”

  “I know there is no easy answer, especially when a pregnancy occurs in a new relationship. Regardless of her decision for the ultrasound, I will see her in a month, and hopefully I’ll be seeing you again as well.”

  In the car with Harper, I want to tell her everything is going to be okay. Somehow. My parents will be arriving soon, and I’m not a mama’s boy by any means, but I do know my parents are solid and will help however they can.

  Shit, after I sent them an email letting them know about the triplets, my mom convinced my dad that they needed to spend the winter in Idaho.

  And I know it’s a bad time to propose, after our biggest fight, but I need to settle this with her, so we can make a fucking plan. The babies are coming whether or not we have one, and I may have a history, but I have no intention of being a deadbeat father.

  “Harper,” I say, facing her in the car. “We need to talk about what happened in there.”

  “Stop,” she says. “I just want to go home.”

  “Harper, we drove all day, we need to eat and grocery shop. I’ve gotta talk to Dean. I’m not driving back to the cabin right now.”

  “Not your cabin. Home. I want you to take me to my parents.”

  “You were dead set against it.”

  “Things change, Jaxon. I need to be with people who understand me.”

  “I thought the problem was they wouldn’t understand. Wouldn’t accept.”

  “I have to give them a chance to accept me, okay?”

  “They could have come all month to see you, check on you and the babies. They chose to stay away.”

  “No,” Harper says, shaking her head. “I never told them about the pregnancy. I told them not to come to the cabin.”

  I sigh, frustrated that Harper would be so ... so .... Looking at her, I know exactly what she was. What she is. So scared.

  “Fine, I’ll come with you, introduce myself, and help you explain.”

  “Explain what, exactly, Jaxon? Explain that I broke all my covenants? All my promises? That I am exactly the girl Luke accused me of being? Tell them that I’m with you, a man who doesn’t even want to do the honorable thing and marry me?”

  “We’re talking about honor, now?” I pound my fist on the steering wheel. The horn blasts, and I want to scream. “I’m doing everything I can to take care of you, Harper. Just fucking give me a chance.”

  I will marry her. And it isn’t about honor. It’s about wanting to be with her. Her smile and laugh and love. I want Harper, but now she won’t hear me, hear any of it. She’ll think its a last-ditch effort. And maybe it is. Maybe I needed to get to this place, rock bottom, to realize that I want her.

  “Let me be the man you need.”

  “I don’t want that. Not now. I just want to go home.”

  HARPER

  Jaxon pull
s up to my parents’ home, and I see him move to unbuckle. I put my hand on his.

  “Please, stay in the car.”

  “I have to come in with you, to explain this.”

  “I think my stomach will explain enough.”

  “Fuck that.”

  “Stop it, Jaxon. You can’t force your way in there.”

  “For you I can.”

  “No. I don’t want to be with you. Not like this. Not anymore. Just listen to me. Believe me. Just go,” I say, my words forceful and direct.

  A shadow crosses Jaxon’s face. I’m breaking him.

  “We’re too different,” I tell him, trying to ease him away. I see tears fill his eyes, and they fill mine too, and I can’t believe I am doing this. “You will always see me as inferior, as stupid and naive. And I will always wonder if I trapped you in a relationship you don’t want. Be honest with yourself, be honest with me. You don’t want this.”

  “Your dad might do something crazy. He might hurt you. Or throw you out. I can’t drive away not knowing if you’re fucking okay.”

  “I’m not asking you again. I need to go,” I yell at him, pushing open the door of his truck.

  “Harper, don’t leave like this. This isn’t a game. This is our life. Harper!” Jaxon screams my name. He gets out of the car, runs toward me. I take off for the house, needing familiar. Needing my family. Praying they will be comforting and not condemning. Praying they will accept, not deny.

  Tears stream down my cheeks. The front door opens. My parents walk outside just as I run toward them. I am desperate to feel safe. Feel known.

  But before I take another step, I trip on the rockery. Fall. Clutching my stomach, I tumble to the ground.

  The world spins. Then it stops.

  And everything is black.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  HARPER

  When I wake up, an IV is connected to my arm; a fetal monitor is strapped to my stomach. I’m in a hospital gown, and a screen records the thumpthumpthump of the babies’ heartbeats.