I stand at the front door and quietly observe Sirena through the glass. She’s lying back on the sofa with her feet propped up on some cushions, a secretive smile on her beautiful lips. I feel as though I’m in a dream when it hits me that she will be my wife—my family—at the weekend.

I’d given up hope of ever having someone, but now that I’ve found her, I can’t imagine her not being by my side.

Her smile widens as she turns toward the door and spots me watching her. I quickly enter and dropping my bags to the floor, I move closer.

At the feel of her hand on my leg, my eyes fill with amusement as she slowly slides it further up my thigh. Her eyes fill with mischief as I lean over and cup her face in my hands. “You are so beautiful,” I whisper just before my lips capture hers in the sweetest of kisses. “I missed you today,” I admit, placing feather like kisses over her face before covering her waiting mouth once more. I deepen the kiss, and groan into her mouth when her wandering hand makes contact with my erection.

“Mmm,” she mumbles, licking around my bottom lip. “You feel really, um, excited.”

“The minute you touch me, I am.” I kiss along her cheekbones, and whisper into her ear, “It’s a huge turn on when you look at me the way that you do. As though I’m everything to you. That’s what makes my heart beat rapidly in my chest. That’s what makes me aroused to the point of pain.” I kiss her cheek and grin. “I love you, honey.”

She removes her hand from my cock and slides her fingers through my hair, holding me in place. “You make me happy, Garrett. With you, I have everything that I ever dreamed of and sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure that I’m not dreaming.” She chuckles lightly, running her free hand lovingly through my hair.

“I have no objection to pinching that sweet bottom for you.” I nuzzle into her neck and placing a kiss to her collarbone, I sit on the coffee table, wincing when I do.

She giggles, watching as I adjust the bulge in my pants. “I can help you out with that,” she teases.

I take her hand into mine and kiss her fingers. “Hold that thought.”

Sirena frowns and starts to straighten, which I help her with. Once settled, I gently cup her face and trace her delicate cheekbones with the pad of my thumb. My other hand moves to cup the back of her head, my fingers twisting into her soft tresses. “I want to talk about the parents of your ex.”

“That’s what I was thinking about before my mind wandered to you as you arrived home.” She smiles. “I really don’t know what to do.” She pauses. “I know the right thing to do would be to let them be the grandparents that they are because they haven’t given up their rights, it was Harry who did that to them . . . but I’m worried that if we allow that, then Harry might be around and realize what he gave up, and cause trouble . . . and then I don’t know what you want. You’re just as important as this baby is to me and the last thing I want is to upset you.”

I move closer and with my thighs on either side of Sirena’s, I take her hands into mine and rest them on her lap. “I knew going in to this relationship with you that you were pregnant, and that the father of your child might be constantly in and out of our lives. Whatever decision is made, you have to be one hundred percent okay with it.”

Sirena searches my gaze. “You are going to be our baby’s father in every sense of the word and that’s what matters the most to me, okay?”

I smile at the determination I hear in her voice. “I know, honey.” I kiss her knuckles. “So, do you want to let Tina and Charles spend time with their grandson?”

After watching her ponder my question for a few minutes, she offers me a wry smile. “I don’t know them really as I only met them twice whilst I was married to their son, but I really want to do the right thing. I’ve been trying to put myself into their shoes and I can’t imagine what it must be like for them with what Harry has done.” She sighs heavily. “So, I’m thinking that they can come and visit providing we know beforehand. They’ll always have to come to us, unless we meet them elsewhere, but I don’t want to visit them at their home . . . what do you think?”

Hearing her talk, I’m happy with what she has decided because the thought of another man having access to her and the baby makes me want to hit something. I shouldn’t be jealous, but when I’m so in love with the woman, I can’t hold it back.

“That is a wonderful compromise, and it’s certainly okay with me as long as you’re happy. I can’t see them having a problem with it either.” I release the hold I have on her hands and slide my fingers along the outside of her thighs to her hips.

“Mmm,” she mumbles, sliding down in the seat. “What are you after Mr. Hudson?”

I chuckle. “I’m after you, honey. I was wondering how you’d feel about becoming Mrs. Hudson on Saturday. Does that sound like something you’d like, hmm?”

She blinks and bursts into tears. My heart lurches in my chest at the unexpected sight, but while I stare at her in panic, she starts laughing. “Yes,” she mumbles through her chuckles and tears.

“Here.” I reach and pass her a tissue and once her tears dry up the smile she gives me says everything.

“We’re really going to be married this weekend?” she questions excitedly.

I raise a brow and ask, “You have your wedding dress, right?”

She gasps and narrows her eyes. “Charlotte and Mom, they’re in on it! I just knew that there was something going on,” she hisses playfully.

Laughing and unable to keep the wicked intent from my face, I widen her thighs and slip my knees between them. I slowly tug her dress up as I move in closer to brush a soft kiss across her lips. “I figured your sister knows about the kind of wedding that you’ve always dreamed of, so I asked her to arrange everything.” I brush the hair back behind her ear with my fingers. “But now that you know, we’ll get Charlotte around here tomorrow and we’ll finalize everything.”

“I can’t wait for you to see me in the dress. The minute the woman in the store held it in front of us, we all knew that it was the one.” Her smile widens.

“I have a feeling that you’re going to bring me to tears as I watch you walk toward me,” I confess, dipping in to capture a kiss.

“It’s going to be the most wonderful day of my life.” She grins. “Right now though, I think you need to finish what you’ve started.”

“Is that so?” I question, reaching her hips beneath the dress, my fingers tingle at the feel of her smooth skin.

“Yes,” she moans, resting her head against the back of the sofa. “I think you need to sample the goods . . .” she trails off as my thumbs rub over her mound, pressing between her legs.

“Sirena! You really need to wear underwear, otherwise I’m going to be walking around with a boner from hell all the time.”

“They’re uncomfortable now I don’t really have any hips to keep them up. I prefer them off. Besides you’re the only one who will know that I’m not wearing any.”

I can’t help but laugh at her logic, even though knowing she isn’t wearing panties is going to make me uncomfortable.

“Besides,” she spreads her legs, giving me an amazing view of the landing strip, leading down to heaven, “it’s easy access for you.”

“Hmm,” I mumble, distracted now with the jewel that I currently have my fingers on.

Her plump lips part for me and as I slip my fingers through the nectar of her arousal, my nose flares at the scent. My own arousal is hard and pulsing behind my zipper, which is where it’s going to stay for now. This time it’s all about pleasuring the woman I love.

“I love how you react to me. It’s every time I touch you.” I meet her hungry gaze. “I don’t think you realize what this does to me.”

“Oh, I have a rough idea.” She glances at my lap before her eyes drift closed when I insert the tip of a digit inside her. “So sensitive,” I mumble.

Shoving the coffee table out of the way, I settle on my knees between her spread thighs. “Let’s make sure you’re more comfortable,” I suggest.

Sirena chuckles. “I think that you’re the one who needs to be made more comfortable.”

“All in good time honey.” I reach and tug her dress up and off, over her head, her bra following.

My eyes focus on her breasts, which have grown along with her stomach, and I find that I can’t get enough of them.

They’re soft to the touch, but so sensitive that she nearly comes whenever I feast on them. Like now, her breathing increases and she becomes fidgety as her hands hold my head to one of her breasts. I smile against her flesh and cupping her other breast in my hand, I rub my thumb over her nipple.

“Oh!” Sirena pants, trying to get even closer to me. “I want you,” she begs. “Inside me.”

I meet her gaze, and she adds, “I love your mouth, but I really want you to come with me . . . inside me.”

With how we’re positioned, I’m just the right height to make love to her. I quickly grab a cushion and pulling Sirena’s hips closer to me, I shove the cushion behind her back for support.

Seeing her spread out for me is arousing as hell so when I quickly unfasten my trousers, my cock bursts free, dripping with precum.

She watches as I wrap my hand around the girth and slowly stroke before I hold myself steady at her entrance. I find her eyes and when she holds my gaze, I slowly push forward, catching my breath as her heat and wetness surrounds my highly aroused cock.

“Garrett,” Sirena moans, clutching my arms as she slowly starts coming.

I lean forward and capture a hardened nipple with my mouth, sucking strongly as I rock into her. My own release is seconds away and as I watch Sirena continue to come undone, I hold myself still inside of her and grunt and groan through my own release.

By the time we’ve both finished, I’m struggling to catch my breath just as much as Sirena is. Her breasts shimmer as she breathes deeply, and then her eyes widen in surprise just as I feel her tighten around me again. Her core pulsates around my dick, her eyes drift closed and she shudders and gasps in pleasure.

The feel of her coming on my cock has me rock hard again, but as much as I want to drive myself into her until I finish, I hold back and watch her.

A soft smile lights up her whole face, which turns into laughter. “You didn’t even take your shirt off.”

“I wanted you too badly to be bothered with this.” I unbutton it now though and taking it off, I toss it to the sofa.

Smoothing my hands up along her legs, I slowly pull out and groan when she clenches around me, trying to keep me inside of her.

“Are you okay?” I ask, panting for breath.

She ignores my question and observes, “You’re rock hard.”

“I’ll survive.” I smile and help her into my discarded shirt.

“I know you will,” she mumbles, a wicked grin on her beautiful mouth before I feel her fingers wrap around my throbbing cock. “My turn to play.”