All Chapters of LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

One of his hands left my belly to find my clit, circling it with perfect pressure. I cried out, my movements becoming erratic. "That's it," he encouraged. "Take what you need, baby." But after a few minutes, I could feel him holding back. Being too gentle. Too careful. "Stop treating me like I'm going to break," I said breathlessly. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "Or the baby." "You won't," I promised. "Please, Enzo. I need more. Need you to fuck me properly." Something feral flashed in his eyes. "You sure?" "Positive." In one smooth motion, he flipped us so I was on my back, my legs spread wide. He entered me again with one hard thrust, and I screamed in pleasure. "Is this what you wanted?" he growled, setting a harder pace. "Wanted me to stop holding back?" "Yes!" I gasped. "God, yes. Just like that." He pounded into me, his hands gripping my thighs. The angle let him go deep, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids. "I love you," he groa

CHAPTER 74 OLANDRIA Pain. That was all I could think about. All-consuming, breath-stealing, mind-numbing pain. "You're doing great, baby," Lorenzo said from beside me, but his voice sounded far away. "Just breathe through it." "I can't," I gasped, gripping his hand so hard I was probably breaking bones. "I can't do this. It's too early. The baby's too early." "Dr. Stevens said the baby's far enough along," Lorenzo reminded me, his other hand stroking my hair. "Twenty weeks is—" "Not enough!" I screamed as another contraction ripped through me. "Fuck, this hurts so much." We'd been at the hospital for three hours now. Three hours of steadily worsening pain, of nurses checking my dilation, of Lorenzo's worried face hovering over me. The baby wasn't supposed to come yet. We were supposed to have four more months. Four months to prepare, to finish the nursery, to mentally prepare for parenthood. But our daughter had other plans. "I'm scared," I admitted when the contraction pass

CHAPTER 76 OLANDRIA Six weeks and two days postpartum, and I was finally cleared for sex. Dr. Stevens had given me a clean bill of health, said everything had healed properly, that I could resume all normal activities. Lorenzo had been in the room with me, and I'd felt his relief and anticipation through the bond. But now, standing in our bathroom staring at myself in the mirror, all I felt was dread. My body was different. So different. Stretch marks streaked across my stomach like silver lightning, some fading but others still angry and red. My breasts were larger from breastfeeding but less perky, the skin looser. My stomach, while no longer swollen with pregnancy, hadn't returned to its pre-baby flatness. And my hips—my hips were wider, my thighs thicker. I looked like a mother. Like someone who'd created and carried life. And I hated it. I heard Lorenzo moving around in the bedroom, and panic seized me. He'd want to celebrate being cleared. Would want to touch me, see me

CHAPTER 78 OLANDRIA The beach house looked exactly as I remembered it. Standing on the porch with Elena in my arms and Lorenzo carrying our bags, I felt a rush of memories. This was where we'd come after my dad's bonding ceremony. Where we'd made love for hours. Where, unknowingly, we'd created the tiny life now sleeping against my shoulder. "What are you thinking?" Lorenzo asked, coming to stand beside me. "That it feels like a lifetime ago," I said. "The last time we were here." "A lot has changed," he agreed, pressing a kiss to Elena's head. "Everything has changed," I corrected. "In the best way." We settled in quickly. Elena was three months old now, sleeping better, eating well, starting to smile and coo. Being her parents was still exhausting, but it was also becoming easier. The next morning, we took her to the beach. Lorenzo spread out a blanket in the sand while I held Elena, showing her the ocean for the first time. Her eyes went wide at the sound of the waves, and

Chapter Two ELI I can't fucking breathe. My heart's still racing from the kitchen, from standing that close to him, from seeing the proof of what I've suspected for weeks now pressed hard against those thin gray sweats. Nick wanted me. Beta Nicholas Bennett—pack protector, devoted father, the man who took me in when I had nothing—got hard just from our fingers touching. And now I'm supposed to just... what? Go back to sleep? Pretend it didn't happen? Pretend I don't want him so badly it's killing me? I pace the hallway outside Olandria's room, bare feet silent on hardwood, my wolf Onyx practically howling inside my skull. *"Go to him. He wants us. You saw it. Felt it. Stop being a coward."* "Shut up," I mutter. "It's not that simple." "It IS that simple. Mate—" "He's not our mate." The words come out harsher than I intend. "And even if he were... we can't. Olandria—" "Fuck Olandria." "Don't say that." My hands clench into fists. "She's my best friend. She's the only family