Page 80 of Love Gamble

“I want to buy us a property, so one day we can move in here together. We can’t live at the clubhouse forever. Look at all the original members—they all have their own homes now to raise their families,” I say, looking up at the balcony I wouldn’t mind fucking her on. “And if that family is just me, you, and a few dogs, I’m okay with that, too.”

“Really?” she asks, her brow furrowing. “You’d really be okay if we didn’t have any children together? I mean, you might be having one without me, of course.”

“I’m happy with whatever makes you happy, and if you don’t want children, I will accept that. We can live our best selfish lives forever,” I say, and she laughs.

“Down the line, maybe I will feel a different way,” she says, surprising me. “I never wanted kids, but with you, I don’t know. I’m not shutting it down completely.”

“Okay, well, we will leave it open, with both of us willing to see how it goes,” I say, opening the gate door for her. “And let’s have a look inside and see what you think. If you like it, it’s yours. If not, we can find something else.”

We have a look around. The interior is very modern, spacious, and extremely stylish. I love it, and I hope she does, too. She looks up at the high ceilings, the chandelier, and runs her fingers along the black marble countertop in the kitchen. “Damon, this is beautiful.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s perfect,” she says, walking out onto the balcony. “And look at this view, Damon. Wow. I can’t believe this is going to be our home!” She turns around with a big smile and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. “I love it. And I have a lot of money in my bank if you want me to pay for anything, or put in half—”

I stop her right there. “Do I look like a fifty-fifty kind of man? I’m paying for it all, it’s yours. I love you, and you deserve it. We deserve it. And I’m going to give you everything you could ever want. And don’t ever offer to pay for anything again.”

I’m her man—it’s my job to provide and look after her. And I will.

I lean her up against the glass sliding door and look into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she replies, her breath hitching.

And then the next second our lips are on each other, and our clothes are coming off, and I’m fucking her against the sliding door, out in the open where anyone on the road could see.

“Yes, Damon,” she moans, kissing my neck and grinding against me. She feels so fucking good, and she’s so wet. Suddenly I stop when I realize just why she feels so damn good.

“I’m not wearing a condom,” I gasp, and she keeps moving against me.

“I don’t care. I’m on the pill—don’t stop,” she says, so I keep fucking her until she comes all over my cock.

And then I bend her over the balcony and fuck her until I do the same, coming in her sweet pussy without protection for the first time.

And fuck, it feels so good.

I wrap my arms around her, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of her.

“Fucking me with a view of the lake, what a way to end a date,” she says, and we both start laughing.

And then a car beeps at us, so we get the fuck out of there.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Corey

Sitting outside in the garden, I lift my brush to the easel, enjoying the sunshine on my face as I process my life right now while I paint. A week has passed with no drama, and it’s been heaven. I stay with Damon most nights, and we’re in our own little loved-up bubble. River has gotten used to us being together, and he and Damon have been getting along well. So there is that miracle. Life seems to be pretty damn good right now, except for one thing.

Melinda.

I’ve accepted the fact that Damon might be having a baby. And if it is his, I would love and care for that child the same way I would for my own. Because it’s stillhischild, and I love him no matter what.

But we still have to get to the bottom of whether Melinda actually is pregnant. Damon told me how she still hasn’t shown him so much as an ultrasound photo, so he’s waiting to go to the appointment she set up in a few weeks’ time.

Since she sent him that message, though, she’s been quiet, which is a little confusing, because I thought she’d be harassing him. I know she asked for money, which makes me wonder if that was her plan all along. But then I feel guilty about judging her. What if she is pregnant with his child, and does need money? I’d say give it to her. Not like we’re short on it. But I also don’t want him to be taken advantage of. It seems very suspicious, and I don’t trust her one bit.

Why is it all so hard?

“What are you thinking about so intently?” Bella asks, coming to sit outside with me while I paint.