When I get tangled up in the decorative throw she has angled over one corner, Ruth laughs as I struggle to free my boot from the soft blanket. “You could’ve warned me you booby-trapped this thing.” I manage to kick the blanket away, a smile on my face as I drag her up the center of the mattress. “We need to cover some bases real quick.” I get her head to the pillows and push up to my knees, wrestling my shirt over my head before tossing it away and meeting her eyes. “While you were gone, I made sure my diligent use of protection was successful.” My pants go next, the boots still on my feet hindering the process. “Because as soon as you’re ready, I don’t want there to be anything between us.” I get one leg completely free, but decide it’s not worth the effort of taking the time to extricate the other, so I end up mostly naked with a wad of blue jean and boxer brief bundled at one ankle. “If that’s not tonight, it’s more than fine.” I go for Ruth’s clothes next, exhibiting an equal amount of finesse as I strip them off. “I’ll wait until you say the word.”
I frown down at her legs as I fight her pajamas. What the fuck is she wearing? How can pants be so soft and comfortable looking, yet still so damn difficult to remove? It’s like every time I pull on them, they just stretch without moving as a whole.
Ruth takes pity on my inability to decode the secrets of stretch knit, hooking her fingers into the waistband and shoving the PJs past her hips. I’ve already moved on to her shirt and am currently attempting to get it over her head while she’s trying to get her pants off, leading to neither of us accomplishing anything.It’s like I’ve never fucking done this before. Like it’s the first time I’ve been lucky enough to have a woman want me.
In some ways it is. Ruth is the first woman I’ve ever allowed to really see me. To genuinely know who I am. What makes me happy. What makes me sad. What almost broke me.
And what is helping me figure out how to put myself back together again.
When she’s finally bare, I stare down at her, taking just a second to bask in the moment. In her. She is so fucking perfect. I don’t know if everyone would agree with me—some people are stupid—but to me, Ruth is everything.
Slowly, I lean forward, bringing my body to hers as I run my nose along the column of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin. I’ve missed inhaling it as I fall asleep. To the point I haven’t changed my sheets since she left because I could still almost make out a hint of her on the pillowcase.
A pillowcase I nearly smothered myself with every night pretending I was close to her. A pillowcase that may have also witnessed me taking myself in hand more times than I can count while imagining the soft body that’s beneath me now.
“I fucking missed you, Ruthless.” My hips flex, dragging the underside of my dick against the curve of her belly. I groan at how good it feels. “Don’t ever leave me again.”
She shakes her head, arms holding me tight. “I shouldn’t have left you the first time.” Her fingers lace through my hair, tightening just a little as she pulls my head back so our eyes meet. “And maybe I wouldn’t have if you told me what you were up to.”
So I guess I got my answer about whether or not she’s irritated I didn’t tell her about the other women I found. “Next time I round up a group of people to help take a politician down, I’ll make sure you are the first person who knows.”
Ruth gives me a sweet smile. “Thank you. I would really appreciate that.”
I angle a brow. “Is that all? Can I get back to what I was doing?”
Ruth rubs her lips together, eyes drifting down as they skim over my chest and arms before fixing at the point where our bodies touch. “I’m not on the pill.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “If you don’t want to have another baby yet, then we just take precautions.”
It’s an easy solution, and one I don’t mind. Would I love to feel every inch of Ruth with every inch of me? Abso-fucking-lutely. But I can be patient. Especially now that I know I have all the time in the world with her.
But Ruth seems confused by my answer. “IfIdon’t want to have a baby? What aboutyou?” She snorts. “I can’t imagine you're ready to be a dad.”
Ruth is the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met, but sometimes she doesn’t see the truth that’s staring right back at her. I think it’s fear. Or maybe life has taught her to believe a man would never step up and claim a child he didn’t have a part in creating.
“If you think I don’t consider Birdie mine, then I clearly haven’t been transparent enough about how much she means to me.”
I would kill for that little girl. Die for her. Spend all my money and never look back. She is mine. And anyone who says otherwise, should be ready for a fight.
“Now…” I fight the hold she still has on my hair to bring my lips to the line of her neck. “Are we trying to give Birdie a sister tonight, or not?”
My cock is already the hardest I think it’s ever been, but it gives a painful throb at the thought of Ruth being pregnant with my baby. Never in a million years would I have considered procreation arousing. But then again, never in a million years would I have expected the lengths I’m willing to go to to make Ruth mine.
Ruth whimpers a little as my mouth locks onto one of her nipples, drawing at the soft flesh as it hardens beneath my tongue. Her nails dig into my shoulders as I move from one breast to the other, doing my damnedest to stay focused on something besides how much I want to feel her squeezing my dick as she comes.
Her breath is coming in short gasps, voice broken and choppy as she asks, “Are you serious? You would be okay with having a baby right now?”
I run my lips down the curve of her stomach, hands staying behind to pluck at her nipples. “Ruthless, I will give you a baby any time you ask me for one.”
The second I allowed myself to consider a future that included Ruth, I knew there was no limit to what I would give her. If she wants ten more kids, then I’ll do everything in my power to make sure she has them. If I’m diving in, I might as well make sure the water’s deep.
I reach the apex of her thighs, dragging my tongue up the line of her flushed slit, letting my tongue linger when it reaches her clit. I tease just beside it, the way I know she likes, working her to the edge before pulling away.
She makes an indignant sounding grunt as I wedge my legs between hers, hooking my hands behind her knees to spread her thighs wide.
“Don’t get upset.” I drag the underside of my dick along her slick flesh. “I just need you to be as close as I can get you. Because, fair warning, this performance isn’t going to last long.” I can’t look away from where my body glides against hers. “But I promise there will be an encore.” Tearing my eyes from how good it looks seeing her wetness glistening on my skin, I meet Ruth’s eyes. “What do you think, Ruthless? Are you ready to have a baby with me, or are we taking a little time to decide?”
I know the chances of Ruth getting pregnant the first time we have sex are slim to none. This is more about herknowing she carries the power here. That what she wants matters to me. That I will never ask for more than she is willing to give.
