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His confession surprised her and made her wonder if she unknowingly reached a
deeper part of him as he d done to her.
 Your pussy is gripping my cock like a fist. So tight. So wet.
And maybe she was reading more into his statement than he really meant. Tears
burned the backs of her eyes, and she struggled to keep them
from falling. She had to remember whatever his reasons for marrying her, for agreeing
to get her pregnant, the single motive that likely topped his
list was this. Sex at his disposal. She was a submissive who would give him her body
whenever he chose to take. He wanted her body, wanted to
fuck her beyond sanity, but he didn t want her heart.
He dipped his head, nipping her sensitive nipple and eliciting a gasp from her that
bordered a whimper. Her body blazed out of control, needs
colliding with emotions, overwhelming every ounce of her practicality.
 Brody. She stretched her arms as far as she could reach, latching onto his hips as he
rocked them in a measured rhythm and still delved
deeper inside her. She wouldn t last either. The pressure built, growing claws of pure
rapture.
 Come for me, Sabrina. Come with me. The order came in a harsh male groan as he
stroked her insides, his cock finding her G-spot and
sending her over the precipice of ecstasy.  Fuck, yes! He jerked with his own release.
His face contorted in an expression of pained-pleasure.
Then he slowly melted on top of her, still buried deep inside her channel, her inner
muscles gripping his cock as the last of the spasms exhausted
out of her.
* * * *
 You re pregnant! Maria Gibson s joy gushed through the cellular waves.  Oh, Sabrina,
you can t know how happy this makes me.
Sabrina couldn t help but laugh.  It better make you happy after all your pressuring and
ultimatums, Mother.
 It was all because we love you, sweetheart.
 And because you wanted grandchildren. Sabrina flattened her free hand on her belly,
imagining how it would feel in just a few short months
when it became rounded by the life growing inside.
 Which you and Savannah have now given me.
A long pause filled the line. Sabrina decided to wait it out, letting her mother steer the
conversation. She had waited a full week before making
the call, hemming and hawing over how to break the news, what exactly to tell her
mother, and how much she should reveal.
 There will be a wedding, won t there, Sabrina? Her mother s tone rang with equal parts
uncertainty and hope.
Sabrina had expected the question and figured she would likely get the third degree on
her relationship with Brody. It was one of the myriad of
reasons she put off calling her folks. She didn t know how to explain a marriage that
would end once the baby was born. She tried calling Savannah
for advice, but her sister hadn t been any help. Savannah was so ecstatic in her new
marriage to Brandon, her son and another baby on the way
that Sabrina hadn t been able to broach the subject of the truth behind her relationship
with Brody, much less their plans to dissolve the marriage
once the baby was born.
 Yes, Mom, there will be a wedding.
 Before the baby is born, I hope.
 Before the baby is born. It s the only way he would agree to give me the baby.
 Fantastic! I should ve known my most practical daughter would do everything by the
book. Unlike Savannah, who hadn t married Brandon until
after the birth of their first child.
Yep, that s me, practical Sabrina. Forget about romance. Who needs it? Forget about love
and the fairy tale happily ever after Brody seems
so set to give every girl in his life except me.
 We should start planning immediately.
Sabrina only half heard her mother as she rushed on, excitedly jabbering about the
impending wedding. The sooner they got it done and over
with, the better for her. She expected the next seven and a half months to be filled with
the joys of motherhood and fraught with more heartache than
any woman ever wanted to feel.
Chapter Ten
Utter madness.
Brody doubted two words in any language could describe the scene at the Holt em Up
Ranch more aptly than utter madness. Women tall to
short, large to small, old to young scampered across the grounds, setting up enough
tables and chairs to seat the entire city of Chattanooga.
Everywhere he looked, he saw flowers being draped, stuck, or somehow affixed to
something. Strings of lights hung from nearby trees, courtesy of
his ranch hands, William Gibson, and the ladder they pulled from the barn. A freaking
horse-shaped fountain stood in the center of a makeshift
dance floor. The mere thought of dancing made his feet hurt.
 Beautiful, isn t it?
Brody shot a glance to his right and found his oldest sister, Megan, standing at his side.
 What?
 All of it, the way they re transforming the ranch into a wedding paradise.
 Looks more like a chaotic circus to me, Brody muttered, but his lips twitched when his
sister laughed.
 This coming from the fairy-tale prince. Megan hooked a hand on his shoulder and
used it for leverage to rise to her tiptoes and plant a kiss on
his cheek.  Don t go getting all sour on us now that you re going to be a taken man.
Brody slipped an arm around his sister s waist and pulled her close.  Never. I m still the
same sap you girls turned me into one-by-one the day
you were born. Even sappier now that he d fallen in love and didn t know what to do
about it. He had hooked the woman he wanted, planted his
seed in her belly, propositioned to hold onto her for the duration, and still couldn t figure
out how in the hell to convince her he wanted more.
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