Free The Fighter's Secret Child (The Burton Brothers Series Book 3) by Leslie North Page B

she’d been tested for a marrow match that she realized the pain her little boy was going to have to face—because it was that or facing even worse.
    She wrapped an arm around Beck’s neck. She could do this—for tonight, she could. “I need you, too, Beck. But are you sure?”
    He carried her into his bedroom and the bed gave as he settled her on it. “That sure enough for you?” He stretched out next to her and put a hand on her stomach. Rachel arched her back. Just the touch of Beck’s fingers skimming over her skin caused goose bumps to rise. When his lips following his fingers, she moaned in pleasure.
    She wrapped her good hand around the back of his neck. She’d had this dream so many times, and this time she didn’t have to wake. He pushed his fingertips beneath the waistband of her panties. She spread her legs. He slipped his hand between her thighs and stroked, and tucked his other hand under her butt.
    He’d always said her ass was one of her best assets, and in her dreams he always ended up with his hands squeezing and playing with her there. Now he was doing it for real. He kissed her again, long and deep and then licked her neck. She turned to him and pushed her hand under his shirt. A sharp tug in her wrist reminded her to take it easy.
    Pulling back, he grabbed her hands and pushed them over her head. “Lay back and let me do the heavy lifting.”
    “I’m burning up here. Slowly.”
    He grinned. “Good. Now lift up. You’re wearing too much. I want to see you in just a smile.”
    The mattress bounced as he shifted. Beck knelt on the bed next to her. She reached up her hand, needing to touch him, but he pushed her hand back up over her head. “You’re not good at taking orders.”
    Pulling down her good hand, she unbuttoned her blouse. “Still complaining?”
    Lust flared in his eyes, and a flush deepened on his cheeks. She wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on her again. “Touch me.”
    He seemed to need no further encouragement. Without a word, he took her lips in a searing kiss and stripped off her jeans and panties. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra. “Beautiful…you are so damn beautiful.”
    Leaning over her, he captured one nipple between his teeth and sucking hard. She arched off the bed and gasped. Pleasure streaked to her core. He shifted to her other breast and nipped at it. Leaning back, he dragged off his T-shirt and his sweats. He pressed close to her, skin to skin, his heat washing over her and into her.
    She pulled down her good hand and pressed her palm against his chest. He’d never had much chest hair and she loved that she could feel his taut muscles under his skin. His erection nudged her hip and she could feel the leak of slick moisture. She knew he was more than ready to spill himself. She wrapped her hand around him. He gave a soft moan. His eyes darken. She licked her bottom lip and bit it with her teeth.
    Rolling to the side, he opened a drawer and pulled out a condom. He slipped it on and then lay next to her again, letting his fingers skim over her stomach and down to her mound. He watched her eyes as he trailed his fingers further into the crease between her thighs. She moaned and heard his fingers dip into the slick wetness between her thighs. Spreading her thighs, he knelt between them and pushed her arms above her head again.
    He kissed her and whispered, “Hold on tight and don’t let go.”
    Rachel shook her head. “But I want to touch you.”
    “You touch me again, it’ll be over long before it should be.”
    Beck nipped her chin and then took her lips in a ferocious kiss. He pulled back, panting hard now. “We’ll talk later, but I want you to know—you…are…mine.” He punctuated each word with a kiss and then rubbed his hardness against her.
    “Beck?”
    “Yeah, honey?”
    “Shut up and kiss me.”
    Beck grinned and did as she asked. He felt so good against her—so hard and strong. She opened for him, gave him everything