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“Fuck yes, cum on my cock, angel. Give it to me.”
My angel screams my name when I abandon her breast and grip her hip, slamming her weight down as I pump my hips up sharply. Her back bows deeper, and her pussy tugs on my cock. Her thighs lock up tight around my hips, and her mouth drops open in a silent scream while her pussy fucking gushes with her orgasm.
“Oh fuck, fuck, you feel incredible. I’m going to—” My vision explodes with color as my orgasm slams into me on the heels of hers. I have just enough working brain cells left to roll Shayla underneath me, yank my cock out, and slide it back and forth through her slit as hot cum pulses out of me, painting her mound and lower belly.
I collapse on top of her with my head resting over her wildly beating heart when I’m fully spent, though my dick twitches with aftershocks of pleasure between us. Our breathing is labored, our bodies lax and boneless. I’ve got to be crushing her under my weight, but she makes no complaints. Instead, she wraps one arm around my shoulders while she slides her other into my hair and plays with the strands at the nape of my neck.
When Shayla finally has her breathing under control and can speak, she asks quietly, “Did you pull out in time?” There’s something in the voice that I can’t read, not without looking at her face.
I pinch my eyes closed, hoping and praying she won’t freak out when I tell her, “I think so.” To my relief, she doesn’t push me away or try to get up and clean off.
“You think so,” she repeats, her voice even lower than before.
I lift my head enough to kiss the spot right over her heart. “We’ll be more careful next time.”
She nods, and I drop my head back to her chest, listening as her heartbeat slows until it evens out. It lulls me into a deep sleep full of vivid dreams of a future I want to come true more than anything else in the world.
Chapter 25
Shayla
It’s another two weeks until all of our schedules align so we can meet up with my parents for dinner so they can get to know James. I’m anxious and jittery as James drives us toward the outskirts of downtown to the Italian restaurant Mom picked out. I remind myself to take deep, calming breaths and repeat on a loop that there’s no reason to be this nervous.
I’ve been spending every night at James’s house since the night before we hosted game night. In that time, we’ve gone through a full box of condoms, though it’s been hit or miss whether we actually use them or accidentally end up ruining them before he can roll them on—a fact that I try my best not to think about.
Every morning, when I go home to get changed and drop Lainey off before heading to school, Mom grows increasingly concerned. I see it in the way she frowns and eyes me up and down, though she has stopped bringing up my sleeping arrangements after I reminded her that one—I am legally an adult, and two—I’m right across the street should she need me. I’ve also taken to packing overnight bags for Lainey and me on the weekends so we don’t have to go home at all unless we want to stop by so Lainey can spend time with her Grandma and Grandpa.
I’m secretly thrilled to see little pieces of our lives woven into the tapestry that makes up James’s home the longer we stay. It’s not like he’s officially asked us to move in, but he always pouts whenever I tease him—yes, I shamefully tease him to get a reaction out of him—when I pretend I’m going to leave at the end of the night. He won’t even let me make it out of the bedroom before he strips me of my clothes, drags me back to his bed, and falls asleep on top of me.
I love it.
I love him.
I haven’t told him yet. No matter how deeply connected we are—because I know he feels it too—we’re new as a couple, and my plans for college in the fall are still up in the air.
Calhoun, for once, is actually tolerable, thanks to the fact that I’ve been sleeping so much better now. Tyler still glares at me in the hallways sometimes, but he gives me a wide berth now. I don’t even let Mr. Heart’s blatant hostility get me down. After all of the studying James has been helping me with, I’m on track to finish his class with a low B. I’ve also pulled my grades up in the rest of my classes, ensuring that I’ll graduate on time at the end of the month.
James circles the restaurant’s parking lot twice before we find a recently vacated space. We both sit silently for a minute while I fidget with the hem of my new baby-pink nursing top. He also bought the white jeans I’m wearing, and I have to smile, knowing Dad will like the way James spoils me. After a few more minutes, I feel more in control of my nerves, enough to pull on the door handle.
“Wait.” James wraps his hand around my upper arm and pulls me back. He leans over the center console and cups my face. “It’s going to be ok. You know that, right?”
“I’m scared,” I admit. “Mom knows what to expect when it comes to you. But my dad…I don’t know how he’ll react when he sees you up close.”
He cracks a smile. “Why? Because I’m so old?”
“Ancient,” I joke, which lightens my mood. But really, I just want this to go well—for you two to get along—for him to see what I see.”
“And how do you see me?”
“I see you as mine,” I answer with conviction. “That this—what we have—is serious and not some kind of girlhood crush. It’s real…” love.
His pupils expand, swallowing his blue irises with pleasure. “It is real. He’ll see it. See how much you and Lainey mean to me.” He pulls me close and presses a soft kiss to my lips before tipping his forehead to mine. “He’ll see that you two are mine.”
I nod and kiss him longer this time, then pull back, my nerves more settled. No matter how this dinner goes, no matter if my parents approve or not, James and I are going to be together.
He holds the door to the restaurant open for me with Lainey in her sunflower yellow ruffle shirt and leggings set on his hip, carrying her orange stuffed kitten while I hold Grayson in his yellow onesie set. I get such a kick out of dressing them in matching outfits. Grayson may only be seven months old—four months younger than Lainey—but he’s catching up to her in size, and they can pass for fraternal twins, even with their different facial features and hair colors. Although we don’t know what Grayson’s father looks like, based on the curve of Grayson’s growth and James’s family’s tall genes, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s bigger than Lainey by the time he turns one.
The hostess leads us to a table where my parents are already seated near the patio, bathed in sunlight from the large window that looks out toward the city’s green space. Thankfully, they left my sisters and little brother with a babysitter so we can have a serious conversation without having to raise our voices to be heard over Bailey and Autumn.
