Cooper

We all have that person, Dee. Beck is yours. Axel is Izzy’s. Melissa’s is Greg. Hell, Emmy’s is Maddox. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. We have that person who makes us complete. He is my person.

You’re my everything, Sunshine. You’ve made me whole again.

I’m not pulling your leg, Chelcie! I’m serious right now. I need to know these things. If Beck and I decide to have kids, I don’t think I could give up sex. There’s no damn way. But I don’t want my kid to come out with a cheese head because his daddy’s ding dong kept playing Whac-A-Mole.

I'll love him so much, little brother," he whispers.

We lost Coop in this very spot not even a year ago, and here we are now - Coop's son being born right where he was lost to us forever. "Full Circle," I murmur, stroking Zac's cheek.

Does this feel like I don’t love every goddamn thing about your body, Chelcie? Hmm? Because let me tell you, Sunshine. I see your body and I want to throw you over my shoulder every damn time. I see your tits and I want to take them in my hands. I want to watch your pink nipples harden at my touch right before I suck them deep in my mouth. I see the stomach you say isn’t firm enough and, honestly, I could care less, babe. I see your stomach and I remember how hot you looked carrying our boy. Then I can’t help but get hot thinking about putting another baby in there. And that ass. Jesus Christ, you don’t even want to know how many times I’ve had to go to the bathroom at work because I’ll picture that fine ass and all of a sudden my cock is begging for release. I see those thighs you say are getting dimples and all I can think about is getting my hands on them—spreading your legs and digging my fingers in while I devour that sweet pussy with my tongue.

Time to figure out if I need to buy stock in Smith & Wesson or Magnum

You have to start living your life for the future that you're alive for, not the past that you're willing to die for.

Maddox isn’t a stupid man. He’s probably one of the most intuitive people I’ve ever met.

I crumble to the ground and cry. I cry for everything I’ve stupidly done. I cry for Coop, our baby, Asher, and every single unknown second of my future.

Sunshine,” I murmur, “once I take you – make you mine – I won’t ever let you go. You’re mine, baby. This body, this heart, and damn sure this pussy. I won’t take you until I know you understand what I’m saying to you.” “I thought you didn’t do relationships, Ash?” she mocks. “I didn’t. You’re a game changer.

He has Axel’s protectiveness without being over the top. If what Melissa tells us is correct, he shares Greg’s bedroom skills. He has that huge heart of gold that Beck is famous for. And of course, he shares Maddox’s strength and determination.

Brother, I don't know how," I whisper. "You don't know how to what?" "I don't know how to move on. I don't know how to escape this...this darkness.

I don't think I would have survived that had you not been there. I told you before that your my light, my Sunshine, and baby, if it hadn't been for you shining that light on me today, I wouldn't have escaped that pain.

I look over at Phil—disgusting, perverted, foot-fetish Phil—and pray that she hurries the hell up.

I need you,” I whisper against his lips, loving the way his eyes flash and his face goes soft seconds before he claims my mouth. And with that kiss, that claiming of my soul, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m forever ruined for anyone else.

You were my Sunshine when I had been stuck in nothing but night.

But I don’t want my kid to come out with a cheese head because his daddy’s ding dong kept playing Whac-A-Mole.

After making sure I have everything, I waddle over to the sidewalk, my flip-flops slapping loudly against the pavement. Seeing Sway in the window has me lifting my arm and waving wildly. The second I go to put my arm down, I feel this tremendous pain in my stomach. Sway cocks his head at me, clearly puzzled with my actions. I look down from his eyes and try to figure out what just happened. Sway bursts through the door to his salon about the same time that I realize that my water just broke. Of all places to have my water break, it’s the damn golden sidewalk. I love this sidewalk. Now all I’m going to think about is my pregnancy water leaking out of my vagina. “Sway! My vagina broke the happiness!” I cry when he runs over. He grabs the food and my purse before helping me walk the few steps left to take me inside Corps Security. “Sway!” I pant. “Are you listening to me? My vagina broke it!

What if it’s Phil? Did he already suck my toes while I was sleeping? I’m going to die and Phil is going to cut off my toes!

You’re going to realize real soon that when I say you’re mine, I mean it. We’ve been dancing around this for way too long … And before the day is over, there will be no fucking doubt in that pretty little head just how much I mean it.

You have to start living your life for the future that you're alive for, not the past the you're willing to die for.

You bet that sweet ass I want to read it. Come on. We’ll talk about this kick-ass book of yours on the way to the doctor.” He leans in and places a kiss against my stomach before standing up. “Time to figure out if I need to buy stock in Smith & Wesson or Magnum.

But then you came into my life, and as corny as it sounds, you were my light when there was none to be found. You were my Sunshine when I had been stuck in nothing but night.

When I hear her ear-piercing scream break through the static in the line, my blood runs cold and I sprint into action.

I bypass my door and jerk hers open. She shoots up and hiccups a sob before crumbling again. This time, it isn’t herself she is escaping to. No, she lunges forward, almost falling out of the Jeep, and wraps her arms forcefully around my neck.

Pulling my hips back slightly, I move her body so that her legs are hanging out the side of the Jeep. I push them lightly apart and step in between her thighs. She immediately wraps her long legs around my hips and all but crawls inside my body. I stand there, running my hands down her back, and let her take every ounce of strength I have in my body. I can feel her trembling against me, her tears soaking my shirt, and her heaving breath against my neck. I just keep running my hands down her back and press my lips to her head. The feel of her body and the smell that never fails to make me roll my eyes in yearning combined with the adrenaline that is still thundering through my body does nothing to help ease the need I feel to claim. To make her mine.

I wish I could take all of the pain and all of the hurt away from him. I wish that I could make it so that he never suffered. I wish I could save him from the world.

I have a feeling that, with my raging hormones, I would start humping his leg if he were around.