Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 98

No hesitation.

No choice.

There's just this rough, bone-shaking, guttural thrust as I drive into her womb and unload, filling her like I want to breed her again.

I know it sounds like lunacy. I don't fucking care.

Something about having one surprise kid with her makes me feral, dredging up this wild possessive instinct from the depths of my soul.

"This feels like turning a page," she murmurs later, curled against my chest. "…tell me it's not just me, Patton."

The words lodge in my chest, carving out a home. It's a dream and a promise all at once.

I wrap an arm over the dip of her waist and pull her against me.

"It's not just you. And we should tell him, Salem. I know it's early, but it's killing me to spend time like this without him knowing."

Like I said.

Lunacy.

She tenses.

"I know, I get how you feel, but…" She hesitates. I know her answer before she gives it. "It's just so soon."

"You said you wanted to wait until we were sure." I push my forehead to hers, kissing her, pulling back only to lock eyes. "In case you couldn't tell, I've made up my damn mind."

"I know, and I—well, I did, too. But I think we should wait, Patton. Just a little while longer to be safe."

Bitter disappointment churns in my throat, but I keep my voice level as I say, "Okay. I get it."

"Please just give it time. It's not like I don't want to."

"I will. You're right, Lady Bug." There's nothing to do now but agree with the voice of reason.

She has ten thousand times more experience raising this boy than I do.

Also, it's a big adjustment. So mammoth it could crush the poor kid if it isn't done right.

She kisses me again, tracing her fingers along my jaw. "It means a lot that you want to step up," she murmurs. "I just want to help you do this right."

I smile into her teasing touch, everything tempting my mouth to want to blow her to pieces again.

"I know. We can't rush into this."

"You're just impatient," she teases, flashing her tongue.

"He's my son, Salem, and he doesn't know it. He doesn't recognize me." I take a breath before I can tell her the dream I've had damn near every night since Utah.

It's the one where Arlo sits at my breakfast bar, drawing one of his masterpieces. He's busy scribbling and he calls me "Dad."

SALEM

As the weeks trickle by and winter thaws, we start living part-time at Patton's place.

Entire weekends plus half the evenings during the week.

At first, I was worried Arlo would question it, but he's taken the big change in stride.

After all, what kid wouldn't want to spend more time in the ‘Pat Cave'? I can't stop laughing at the goofy nickname Patton came up with for his place.

Pretty ironic when the place isn't that cavernous when people are there.

It's modern and warm and infinitely more than anything I deserve. The place would make my parents eat their materialistic hearts out.

But it's not the house that has me spinning.

It's the plain, cold fact that I can't get enough of Patton Rory.

The craving feels like a force of nature, this weird emotional magnetism that only gets stronger with every visit. The more I get used to being around him, the more time I want to spend with him.

The fewer nights I want to sleep alone.

The best mornings are the ones where I wake up in his arms. Well, sort of.

My butt always seems to be magically glued to his dick every time. It only takes a few minutes to feel him go other places.