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I curl into him, burying my face in this throat. “Thank you for a perfect first time.”
His voice travels down my spine like a warm bath or a soft blanket. “I’m honored you let me be the first man inside you. You are exquisite, Dahlia, and I only hope I will earn what you’ve given me.” He is perfect. I was so right.
“First and last,” I remind him, then press my lips to his as he turns his head for me. I nuzzle into him, ready for sleep. But his big fingers pinch my side. I swat at his hand.
“I was inside you a lot tonight, Dolly. C’mon,” he says, swatting my bottom. “Get up. You’re going to use the bathroom and I’m gonna clean you up. No UTIs on my watch.”
I sigh. “I like that you know that, but it makes me… murderously angry,” I admit, weight lifting as I say things I’ve only ever told Ivy and Juni. I’m happy to tell him how deep my love goes. “Because I know you know that from being with someone else… long term.” He opens his mouth but I stop him with a kiss, pulling back a moment later. “Don’t say her name. Not tonight. Tonight is our night, not hers.”
He gets me to my feet and, as promised, he carries me to the bathroom where he tends to my every need. We make it to the kitchen for toast with sunflower butter, because he’s eaten it seven times in the last six months. He gets hardwhen I tell him that, but as it’s getting late, we come back to bed.
Snuggled tightly next to him, I tell him I love him. And as I’m dozing off, I can’t help but think… is there any possible way for me to havemoreof him?
twenty-eight
I’M GOING TO TAKE CARE OF DOLLY.
Hudson
I don’t sleep soundly out of discomfort. In fact, it’s damn near agonizing staying awake when I’m so comfortable. I bought my memory foam mattress four and a half years ago, when co-sleeping with an infant was my main concern. I’ve always found it comfortable, and nice.
With Dolly curled into me, my fingers stroking her naked back, I feel more relaxed than ever before. The mattress feels softer, and I feel lighter, the usual daily stresses no longer carrying the same weight.
I sink my lips into her hairline as she softly snoozes, trying to wrap my mind around all that’s transpired.
The things I’d been feeling for Dolly in the last few months, everything I was fighting and gaslighting myselfnot to feel, I no longer have to hide that away. And Dolly doesn’t just like me, she’s in love with me. Inarguably obsessed with me, and she loves my boy—those two things are clearly separate, too.
I’ve come to see that all the times I asked Dolly to spend time with Bear was a little bit for me, too. I wanted to see her. Have a reason to bring her special things, under the guise of saying thank you. I never let myself believe a thirty-eight-year-old man whose refractory period is a bit slower, and whose hair is starting to pepper, who has a life of responsibility between Bear and the farm stretched endlessly before him would find passionate, all-consuming love.
Hell, I never thought I’d even trust again when Tessa left.
I trust Dolly with everything in me. I trust her with my heart, and more than that, I trust her with Bear. She wants me, she wants the life I want, and while I may have a lifetime of pacifying her intensity with my cock in her mouth—is this real life?—I want that. I want the ups and downs of a passionate woman, I want to be loved by a woman who stops at nothing to prove her loyalty. My healed heart needs that level of devotion.
In return, I’ll give it back, tenfold.
I stroke her spine again, my cock twitching awake with morning wood at the little sigh that rushes past her lips as she adjusts. The thing that has me missing out on sleep is how much I want to have her here forever now.
And how jarring it is to want something so permanent so soon.
I have to slow it down a bit,for Bear’s sake. I look down atthe woman in my arms, the one who shakes and trembles until I feed her my cock, the one who licks my cum off her bare body and cries until I fist her because she needs to feel “more” of me. I’ll have to explain to her why moving a little slowly is necessary.
I hate moving slow. Now that the seal is broken, I suddenly feel equally obsessed, fully aware of the blessing that is Dahlia Ellington’s adoration.
But we have to show Bear we’re not just friends anymore. That Dolly is more than the beautiful babysitter next door.
We’ll have to start dating before she can come live here.
Jesus. My heart flips at the thought of Dolly moving into our house. Yesterday I didn’t have a girlfriend, and today I’m thinking of how quickly I can make her my wife.
Maybe I’m crazy, too.
I lift the sheet and take a peek at her luscious little curves tucked into me, catching an eyeful of my erection. If I’m crazy, I’m fine with that. Because I’m crazy goddamn blessed to have such an emotional connection with an insanely hot physical one, too.
From the bedside table, my phone rings. Despite my best efforts to reach for it without waking her, she stirs as I bring it to my ear.
“Morning,” I yawn, the clatter of dishes and patrons sounding off in the background.
“Good morning,” Everly greets. “Deuce and I took Bear to the diner. How’s an hour sound?” she asks, causing me to look down at a smiling Dolly, sleep heavy in her eyes as she tucks into me gently. God, that feels nice.
