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  “I need some advice,” he admitted.

  There was a slight pause before Trevor said, “Go on.”

  “I’ve really fucked this whole thing up with Marybeth.”

  “You’re a Bradford. It’s what we do,” Trevor explained with a chuckle.

  “Then tell me how to fix this,” he said, close to begging.

  “Well, that depends….”

  “On what?” he asked, biting back a groan when he realized that he was going to have to deal with typical Bradford bullshit to fix this.

  “On what you did.”

  Sighing, he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. “It’s a long story.”

  “I’ve got time.”

  Chapter 37

  “Oh my God, what the hell are you doing?” she may have yelled, gasped, moaned and cried out in pleasure as she felt the tip of Darrin’s tongue trace her slit. Desperate to hold onto something as an intense wave of pleasure tore through her, forcing her back to arch and her toes to curl, she reached out and-

  “You son of a bitch!” she shouted, her eyes snapped open all while she prayed that she was imagining all of this, but a tilt of her head told her that she wasn’t.

  “I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked innocently as he tilted his head slightly to the side so that he could drag the tip of his tongue through her slit at a different angle while she tugged at the handcuffs keeping her arms secured to the headboard above her head.

  She opened her mouth to answer him, but could only manage a moan as he dragged his tongue over her clit, effectively robbing her of the ability to yell at the bastard for handcuffing her to the bed.

  “I figured that we should have a talk. Is now a good time for you?” he calmly asked as he raised his head from between her legs, but before she could sigh with relief, his thumb took over.

  “Umm,” she said, forced to close her eyes as she tried to think about why she was mad at him and she definitely knew that she was mad at him.

  “Okay if I start?” he asked, not giving her a chance to respond before he was murmuring, “Good, good,” and leaning back down to give her slit another leisurely lick to keep her knocked off balance.

  “Why don’t we start with a few questions?” he suggested, pulling back so that his thumb could take over again.

  “Oh, that’s great, because I have a really good one! Why exactly am I handcuffed to the bed?”

  She wasn’t really surprised when he ignored her question and asked one of own. “What were you talking to Jake about this morning and does it have anything to do with why all of your bags are packed?”

  “Are you going to answer my question?” she asked, refusing to give him anything until she knew what he hoped to gain by pissing her off like this.

  “Sure,” he said, dipping his head back down for another lick that left her gasping. “After speaking with my cousins and careful consideration, I felt that we could benefit from some uninterrupted quality time.”

  Sighing, because she wasn’t sure that she really wanted to know, she asked, “Which cousins?”

  “Trevor and Jason,” he said, confirming her fears.

  “And what exactly did they suggest?”

  “That the sooner we both accepted the fact that I was going to constantly fuck this up, the better off we’d both be,” he said with a shrug like it was no big deal, and to a Bradford it probably wasn’t, but she wasn’t a Bradford. At least, not by blood and the time that she’d spent growing up alongside them in no way prepared her for this kind of Bradford logic.

  “And they suggested doing this?” she really couldn’t help but ask, because as seriously disturbed as their advice could be, which was saying a lot since they were Bradfords, she really just couldn’t see them suggesting that he use sex to fix this.

  He chuckled as dropped his head for another lick. “They suggested that I grovel and beg for forgiveness,” he said with a careless shrug as she sat there, helplessly watching as he leaned down and dragged his tongue up between her slit, hitting all the right spots and momentarily making her forget that they were supposed to be talking this out.

  “And you were against that plan…why?” she asked, panting and shifting around a bit, desperate for more.

  “They don’t know you as well as I do,” he pointed out, rewarding her with another lick that had her sighing with pleasure. That is until he added, “Because if they did, they wouldn’t suggest trying to reason with you.”

  “You son of a-Oh God, yes!” she ended on a shout when he decided that this was the best time to slide his tongue inside her.

  “You were saying?” he asked, seconds or maybe minutes later, when he shifted his attention back to her clit, which was more than happy to welcome him back.

  She licked her lips hungrily as she answered him, but she refused to tell him everything. “I’ve decided to grab an earlier flight home,” she answered, deciding that it wouldn’t matter if he knew that she was leaving early.

  “Why?” he asked, not missing a beat.

  “I have a few things that I need to do at home,” she said, not technically lying since she did have quite a few things to do before her surgery on Friday. She needed to talk to Uncle Jared about finding someone to run her crew for the next couple of months, get pre-surgery labs done, clean out her fridge, pack everything that she was going to need for the next few weeks and prepare herself for all the beef broth and green Jell-o that her mother was going to shove down her throat.

  “Like what?” he asked, leaning down to leisurely lick her, paying special attention to her clit.

  “Things?” she repeated, wondering why that came out like a question and really wishing that he’d stop teasing her like this and slide that very talented tongue back inside her.

  “Would any of those things have to do with your surgery being moved up to the end of the week?” he asked casually, letting her know that there was no reason to lie to him.

  “Yes,” she said, closing her eyes in defeat.

  “And you weren’t going to tell me. Were you?”

  “No,” she said with a simple shake of her head.

  “Why’s that?” he asked as he slowly slid a finger deep inside her, apparently still determined to continue with this line of interrogation.

  “Because I didn’t want you there,” she admitted on a soft moan as he slowly withdrew his finger and slid it back inside her.

  “Because you thought I’d look at you differently,” he guessed as he continued to slide his finger inside her.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said, shifting her gaze away to-

  “What the hell is that?” she asked, trying to make sense out of what she was seeing.

  “Hmmm?” he murmured distractedly as he reluctantly looked away from her bare breasts, and did she really want to know how he got her naked and cuffed to the bed without waking her up?

  No, no she really didn’t.

  He followed her gaze to the economy sized packs of Double A batteries, massage oils, strawberry flavored personal lube, bottle of chocolate sauce and the small pink tube that matched the one that she had at home, waiting for him on the nightstand.

  “Backup,” he said with a shrug as he returned his attention back to her.

  She swallowed nervously as she stared helplessly at the disturbing collection. “Backup for what exactly?”

  “Just in case Plan A doesn’t work,” he said, leaning over and taking one of her large nipples into his mouth.

  She licked her lips hungrily as he gently sucked her nipple. When his teeth lightly grazed the sensitive tissue, she shifted her hips desperately against his hand. “And what exactly is Plan A?” she asked, groaning when he suddenly abandoned her nipple and kissed his way to the other one, eagerly awaiting his touch.

  “Well,” he said, pausing so that he could bestow the same attention to her other nipple before he continued, “I figured since there was probably nothing that I could say that would make you see t
he way that I see you, I decided that sex would probably be more effective.”

  “And how exactly do you see me?” she couldn’t help but ask as he added a second finger and slid them inside her.

  “Whole.”

  Chapter 38

  “I’m not who-Oh, my God, stop doing that!”

  “Then stop arguing with me,” he said, sliding his tongue back inside her and nearly coming on the spot when he felt her passage tighten around his tongue, desperate to keep it inside her.

  “Bastard!” she gasped as he reluctantly pulled away, but not before he ran his tongue through her slit one last time.

  “You are an incredibly beautiful woman, Marybeth. You’ve always been beautiful,” he whispered reverently as he slowly kissed his way up her body. “Any man would kill to have you as his wife,” he whispered against the swell of her breast as he reached down between them and released his cock.

  She moaned softly as he ran his tongue over her large breast and licked her firm nipple before taking it in his mouth and gently sucking on it as he shifted between her legs. He slid his cock against her wet slit, loving the way that she wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him closer.

  “I was never meant to be any man’s wife,” she stated so simply on a gasp that he knew without a doubt that she truly believed that bullshit.

  He released the firm nipple from his mouth and continued to kiss his way up, savoring the sweet taste of her skin against his tongue as he pulled back and slowly entered her. They moaned as she welcomed his cock, coating it with her arousal as he reached between and cupped one large breast in his hand when he finally reached his destination.

  “You were always meant to be my wife,” he informed her just as he leaned down and kissed her the way that she was meant to be kissed.

  “You deserve better, Darrin,” she argued even as she moaned.

  “I deserve the best and that’s you,” he told her firmly as he pulled back slowly, teasing them both and making it more difficult with every passing second not to give in and fuck her hard and fast and put them both out of their misery.

  She chuckled even as she tried to pull against her restraints. “Take these off, Darrin.”

  Taking her bottom lip between his and gently suckling it, he reached up and placed his hand over the cuff keeping her right where he wanted her. He brushed his thumb over the small metal button where the keyhole should be and pressed. The cuff instantly opened, freeing her hand. He did the same with the other, keeping his thrusts shallow.

  With her hands finally free, she pressed her hands against his chest and pushed. He rolled over onto his back, groaning when she followed after him. In seconds, he was back inside her. She pushed back, taking his cock deep inside her as she sat up.

  “I don’t want to end up being the biggest mistake of your life,” she admitted on a moan.

  “Are you still planning on divorcing me?” he forced himself to ask when all he wanted to do was to reach up and take her large breasts in his hands and savor the feel of her wet pussy gripping his cock.

  Smiling warmly down at him as she shook her head, “No.”

  “I’m not letting you go through this alone, Marybeth,” he swore. “I’m switching my ticket out and I’m coming home with you. I’m going to take some time off work and take care of you. After that we’ll take it slow, figure things out, save our money and start filling out every adoption application that we can get our hands on, but I will be there with you, Marybeth. No more games, sweetheart.”

  She averted her gaze as she stopped moving. “I don’t want you to see me like that.”

  “Like what?” he whispered as he reached up and cupped her beautiful face in his hands.

  “Broken.”

  Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You’re not broken, damaged or flawed. Do you hear me? You are absolutely fucking perfect and you’re mine.”

  She chuckled and rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Only you would see a woman that couldn’t have children as perfect.”

  “That’s because you are perfect,” he said, tilting his head so that he could brush his lips against hers. “Besides, who says that you can’t have children?”

  “About twenty doctors including your father and brother,” she said dryly, giving him hope because for the first time since he’d found out the truth, she didn’t sound like a small piece inside of her was dying at the reminder that she couldn’t have children.

  It gave him hope that one day she’d be able to look in the mirror and see the beautiful woman that he loved.

  “What if I told you that there was a way to have a baby without having to worry about stretch marks and the disturbing cravings that went along with pregnancy?” he asked offhandedly as he used his hold on her to get her to start moving again.

  “What are you talking about?” she asked, moaning softly as she took over by rolling her hips, riding him slowly while she waited for an answer.

  “Are you going to do that thing with your hips that drives me out of my fucking mind if I tell you?”

  “Maybe,” she said, smiling down at him.

  “Do it first.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.”

  “Yeah, I don’t think so. You tell me what I want to know and then maybe I’ll think about doing that thing with my hips,” she said, making him sigh heavily, because really at this point she should know better.

  “Fine, then I guess that I’ll just have to double dare you to do it all while you scream your undying love for me.”

  With a teasing smile, she leaned in and brushed her lips again his ear. “What if I whisper it?”

  “It won’t be the same.”

  “And why’s that?” she asked, moaning as she rolled her hips sensually.

  “Because my parents have the room across the hall and I would really appreciate it if you could help me out by screaming my name, your undying love and if it’s not too much trouble, a few ‘Dear Gods’ wouldn’t hurt. Maybe you could…why the hell are you laughing, woman? I’m serious!” he snapped, which for some reason only made her laugh harder.

  Epilogue

  Five Months Later…

  “Can I have another root beer, please?” Marybeth asked with a sweet smile as she held up her empty glass.

  “Of course, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down to kiss her as he took the glass from her.

  “Could I please have a glass of apple juice and another plate of macaroni and cheese?” Zoe asked as he stood up, drawing his attention to the small woman sitting on the couch next to Marybeth.

  “You can have anything you want,” he promised her with a smile and a wink as he picked up her empty glass from the coffee table.

  “I’ll take a plate and a coke, thanks,” the large bastard sitting on the other end of the couch said, sounding bored as he gestured for Darrin to get on with it.

  “Then I suggest you get up and get it,” he said, gesturing towards the kitchen.

  “I would, but I’m too busy sitting here, holding my wife’s hand, giving her the love and support that she desperately needs as she does her best to provide your unborn children with a warm, nurturing environment in which to grow,” Trevor said with a long suffering sigh as he placed his hand over the soft swell of Zoe’s stomach.

  “I see,” he murmured, chuckling even as he headed for the kitchen to get his pain in the ass cousin a huge plate of macaroni and cheese.

  Trevor had more than earned it, he decided as he opened the oven and grabbed one of the pans of macaroni and cheese that his mother had dropped off an hour ago on her way to the airport when she’d stopped by to check on Marybeth. Thinking about Danny stuck down in Florida in that hospital turned his stomach the way it did anytime he thought about his brother. He should be down there