I fucking hate this. I hate every second of what she’s suggesting. However, I also know that she’s right. It kills me to admit that even knowing what will happen. But, in order to protect my nephew, his life has to start off without the backlash that will follow if the real story of his conception was out there. This isn’t just some sordid story about me meeting another woman when my supposed girlfriend is pregnant with my child. That would be forgotten about. Hell, it happens all the fucking time. No, this is much worse. This wouldn’t be forgotten. They could milk stories out of this for years.

The supermodel who was cheated on.

The brother of Kole and Kane Masters, two widely famous names in Hollywood, being a dangerous drunk who all but raped a woman.

The ‘bastard’ child created in a drunken rage.

What my nephew would have to deal with would follow him his whole life. So like it or lump it, I know what Willow is demanding is the only way to keep him safe and allow him to live a somewhat normal life.

So yeah, this doesn’t just fucking kill me because of what could potentially hurt the woman I love. It’s a big part, but it’s not the only working piece determined to tear me in two.

My brother’s drinking problem has become something that is a danger to those around him. He has not only shamed his marriage during this, but in my eyes, no matter what Mia says, he raped her and foolishly created a life. He had been spiraling out of control long before this—to the point that I don’t even recognize him anymore. He is a monster, and in order to follow through with Willow’s plan, we would be protecting him as well as the son that he demanded Mia abort when she told him the baby was his.

“It’s going to be okay,” Willow whispers into the darkness, easing my mind as if she had been able to see inside my head while I fell apart beside her.

I give Cam a glance as he drives through the empty roads toward home before dipping my head closer to where hers has been resting against my shoulder. Making sure her ears are the only ones that can hear me.

“I know, baby,” I tell her even though I hate it. The words burn as they fall from my mouth, leaving behind a taste of pure acid.

“We’ll talk when we get home, and I’ll make sure you actually believe those words.”

I can’t help it. Even though I feel like I might physically vomit right now, leave it to Willow to strip it down and call me out.

By the time we pulled up to the gates, it was going on four in the morning. The once-crowded entrance to my house now only held a few stray reporters, which was typical in the early morning hours.

On a normal day, it is never like this. A circus that holds you locked in your own home as they swarm around. Sure, you see them around, but they don’t hunt you down like they did tonight. I know it has everything to do with the news hitting about my relationship with Willow. Because of my show earlier, it probably won’t be dying down completely for a few days.

They had never seen me act like that. Even when I didn’t hold on to my privacy with everything I had, I still didn’t confirm a relationship as I did tonight. Fuck, even with Jenn, the only other woman they had been able to confirm, I was never the one who verbalized it. I let my reps do the job for me just like with anything else big in my life; it had never really meant enough for me to put myself out there.

Until Willow.

And I would do it again and again if that were what she needed.

But now that I’ve made some hugely publicized romantic move, they’re going to think that means I’m now an open book. They’ll stick around, for a few days or maybe a week, and hope that my newfound sharing will also include Mia’s pregnancy.

It’s this next wave of invasiveness that I’m the most worried about.

“Okay, Kane. Out with it. Tell me what’s had you silently brooding since we left Kole’s.” Willow pulls off the sweater she had been wearing, and I almost swallow my tongue. Her thin strapped shirt thing the only thing under that sweater. Had I known that the breasts I love so much had been free this whole time, it might have been able to calm my nerves.

No, I think when she moves to sit on the bed to remove her heels. There’s no fucking way this sight would have been able to calm me down. Her chest sways with each movement she makes, and I’m pretty sure I don’t even remember my name anymore when she bends forward to do something with her shoe. Those full, huge tits strain against the tiny little straps and become best friends with gravity, almost slipping free.

“Shit,” I groan and feel my cock harden. The last thing I need right now is a hard-on when this conversation is so important, but she should know better than to give me a view like that. I close my eyes, drop my head back on my shoulders, and start to imagine every nasty and disgusting image that I can.

“Are you doing that on purpose?” I accuse incredulously.

She giggles softly under her breath, and I know she is very aware of what she’s doing to my body.

“Fuck.”

Her chest jiggles with the laughter she’s trying to keep in only spiking my desire for her to immeasurable heights.

“As much as it pains me to say this, please cover up, baby. You know how much I love your tits, and right now, the temptation is almost too much. Right now, as much as I want nothing more than to sink inside you and reassure myself that we’re going to be okay, I need to be able to talk to you without distraction.”

She sits up, those tits continuing to sway in that red shirt like she’s a matador taunting the hungry bull inside me. Her own arousal for what I want is written all over her face. Her eyes the darkest of brown chocolate, her pale skin pink and glowing, and her lip held between her teeth.

“On second thought,” I say and pull my own shirt off while toeing out of my shoes. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I work the button on my jeans and swiftly kick them off before standing before her completely bare. Her eyes widen, the lip falls from her teeth, and her gasps shoot around the room in a breathy echo. “Get up,” I command.

She stands instantly and together we work at removing the few things left in my way. Our chests heave and the air that is rapidly falling from our lips dances between us. Her eyes never leave mine. We stand just a touch away from each other, but I feel her surround me.

This isn’t about me wanting her body, which fuck I do. This is all need. My need to feel her warm and real against my body when just hours ago, I was terrified I would never have this again.

My hands grab her hips, dig into the soft skin around them, and I lift her up my body. Her own hands come to my shoulder as she lifts her legs around my hips, opening herself to me completely. Her pussy settles against my waist and my hard cock settles in heaven. My eyes close and a low moan thunders in my chest when the sensation of having her warm wetness cradling me shoots a fire-like dance up my spine.

When I feel her ankles lock behind me, one hand slowly glides up her spine until I cup her neck and pull her head into my shoulder, dropping my lips to her neck when the movement exposes the silky skin to me. I wrap my other arm tight around her waist and move to sit on the mattress.

After settling us so that my back is resting against the headboard, not letting her move an inch from my hold, I let out a deep breath.

This right here is everything.

The woman I love, the one who loves me back, wrapped around me. Our hearts pound against each other’s chests while we take comfort in the adoration between us. It feels so much more profound than that. When I have her, skin against skin, heart against heart, I feel like everything in my body and mind becomes complete.