He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85 Big Family

Jace’s POV

After Scarlett’s parents drive away, Milo and I send her to start the shower. We know she wants to be

at my mother’s house early to help with Thanksgiving preparations, which means we need sleep soon.

But I need to have that conversation with her first. And I need to be inside her. Two days without her feels like a slow unraveling.

“Do we talk to her tonight?” Milo leans against the kitchen counter, his voice low. “Maybe we wait until after we’ve actually asked her to marry us.”

“No. Tonight. I want to at least start planning.” I meet his gaze, steady. “And there’s something else. If she does say yes, and if we have children, we can’t stay in this condo, Milo. We’ll need a house.”

“You’re leaping about ten steps ahead.” He shakes his head, but a smile plays on his lips. “We have to

get her to agree first.”

“You think she won’t?” I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to let the possibility take shape.

“She just finalized a divorce, Jace.”

“I know.” I run a hand through my hair. “So we start with the conversation about kids. Then, when we propose, we keep the engagement short. Three months. Would that be enough?”

Milo laughs, a warm, rough sound.

“You’re that desperate to have her permanently stuck with us?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Desperately,” he whispers, the word stripped bare.

We finish wiping down the counters in silence, then move toward the bedroom.

My breath snags in my throat.

Milo’s exhale is a sharp, stunned rush.

Our angel kneels in the center of our bed, naked and waiting. Her hands are clasped behind the small

of her back, pushing her chest forward. Her breasts are full and upturned, nipples tight. A new bottle of lube rests beside her knee. Next to it lies a thin chain, each end tipped with a flat, polished clip.

“Fuck,” Milo sighs, the word soaked in want.

We are naked in seconds, a tangle of discarded clothes. We climb onto the mattress and ease her onto

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her back. Milo’s mouth finds hers, swallowing her gasp. I take a nipple into my mouth, and her body arches off the sheets.

She is instantly wet, instantly loud. Her moans vibrate against Milo’s tongue. I tease the hardened peak with my teeth, and her climax hits her fast and hard. She tears her mouth from Milo’s and screams, a raw, throaty sound of release.

Milo moves down her body, his mouth replacing mine between her legs. He drinks from her, prolonging the shockwaves. Her hips jerk and twitch. I bite down a little harder on the nipple I’m nursing, and she. answers with a thin, keening wail.

God, she is perfect.

I reach for the chain. I suck her other nipple until it’s a stiff peak, then fit the first clamp over it, tightening it slowly.

She hisses, her eyes flying open to find mine.

“Okay?” I ask, holding her gaze, leaving space for a safe word.

She licks her lips and nods, her pupils wide and dark.

I lean in and kiss her, deep and slow, sipping the air from her lungs. She reaches for me, her fingers wrapping around my cock, and I groan into her mouth. Her touch is soft but sure, a firm stroke, a practiced twist at the head.

I let her work me for a moment, gathering my own control, watching.

Milo feasts between her thighs. Her body bows off the bed, her clamped breast swaying, the other still bare and begging. As another orgasm begins to crest through her, I fasten the second clamp.

I tear her from Milo’s grasp and lift her, weightless, into the air Lowering myself onto the bed, I guide her down onto me, a slow, deliberate impalement that makes us both groan into the quiet room. Her body clamps around me, a slick, agonizing heat that steals my breath. It’s perfection. She begins to move, her hands skating up her own torso, tracing the undersides of her breasts, the column of her throat, before vanishing into the tangled dark of her hair,

She rolls her hips, a tortuous, circular grind, and the vision unravels me. My hands lock around her waist. I lift her just enough to change the angle, and then I am driving up into her, a ruthless, piston rhythm that chases her third shattering climax. She soaks my thighs with the proof of it. A savage pride swells in my chest–yes. Fuck, yes.

She collapses against me, boneless. My own need is a frantic pulse, a demand, but I ignore it. I am not done. Milo moves behind her, the sound of the lubricant a sharp, clinical contrast to the humid air. He presses into her, slowly, stretching her further. A low moan escapes her lips as she is filled completely,

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occupied by both of us.

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We find a rhythm, a counterpoint: his withdrawal is my advance. The pace is steady, deliberate, until her cries grow sharper, more desperate. My hand finds her throat. I lift her, just a fraction.

Her eyes snap wide, startled, before the haze of pure sensation bleeds across them.

“Yeah, baby,” I murmur, the words rough against her temple. “You love this, don’t you? Milo and me, using this perfect body. Your tight, wet cunt stuffed full of me. That pretty ass stretched deep by him.

Both of us, moving inside you.”

Tears well at the corners of her eyes, tracing silent paths down her flushed cheeks.

“So beautiful, Princess.”

My fingers tighten on the sides of her neck as our pace begins to quicken. Her lips part on a soundless breath; her gaze locks on mine, blazing with a feral, unadulterated hunger. I squeeze harder. A whimper breaks into a choked moan. My free hand rises to the delicate chain resting in her cleavage. I

tug.

She detonates.

The wail that tears from her is raw, deafening. I tug the chain again, harder. The clamps fly free. Her

body convulses, a series of violent shudders, and another hot rush of her release coats me. Milo

growls his approval into her shoulder; my own answer is a guttural rasp.

Our control shatters. The rhythm turns frantic, punishing. I watch, mesmerized, as her breasts bounce

and sway with every driving thrust. My eyes meet Milo’s over her shoulder. He is watching himself sink

into her, his expression rapt, before his gaze lifts to mine. I see it all there–the love, the lust, the

absolute claim–and know he sees the same reflection in my eyes. Five more brutal drives.

Milo curses, loud and harsh, as he spills into her. The feel of it, the final surrender, snaps the last thread of my restraint. I roar, emptying myself deep inside her in thick, pulsing ropes.

They collapse onto me, a tangle of spent limbs and heated skin. I savor the crushing weight, the absolute possession. My arms encircle them both, holding our world together as our breaths saw in ragged unison.

Afterward, we shower. We are too sated, too heavy–limbed for anything but efficiency. We wash quickly and return to the bed, Scar settled between us like a cherished secret. I study her face as her eyes find mine.

“Do you want kids one day, Scar?”

Her smile is a slow dawn, spreading until it lights her entire face. “Yes. I want a lot of kids.”

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“How many?”

“At least four. But I really want six.”

“That many?” Milo asks, his voice muffled against her hair.

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“I’m an only child. I always wanted siblings. It never happened. So I vowed to have a big family.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say, and my own grin feels unshakable.

She nestles closer, her head finding the hollow of my chest. Milo curves himself against her back, spooning her, his arm draped over her waist until his hand rests on my left pectoral, over my heart. There is no space between us. No daylight. This is how it should be. This is everything.