Page 24 of The Single Father Upstairs

“I don't think that's a good idea.” It hurt to say, but it was true.

“Because of who I am?” His voice got quieter with each word.

“No… yes… not really. Come sit down.”

We went over the couch and sat next to each other, and he waited for me to collect my thoughts.

“I spent most of last night thinking about you and Kipp.”

“He's not part of my life anymore. He's not coming back.”

“See, that's just it. You and Kipp, when you were together, you were happy, right?”

He gave a slow nod.

“But then one day, boom! He found the love of his life and walked away.”

Another nod.

“I can't be that person wondering if today is the day that someone walks past you and you leave. It's better not to get started when we know the ending.” I looked at the floor, proud of myself for saying it, but not sure where to go from there.

He picked up my hand. “That's why you said no?”

“Yes.”

“Silly human.” He squeezed my hands. “That can never happen. I already scented you as my mate. That's why I ran away that first day. My bear… he wanted me to claim you, but you were human, and it was too much to process and deal with.”

“You weren't disgusted with me?”

He reached up and cupped my cheek. “No. Disgust was the last thing I was feeling.”

“Please tell me what this means.”

And he did. He told me about true mates and mating bonds and markings and happily ever afters. It sounded almost like a fairy tale and not real life, but there was such sincerity to his words. He meant them all.

“You mean it? I'm yours forever?” The thought should’ve been terrifying. I didn’t know his middle name yet and he was declaring us true mates. Only it didn’t scare me at all; instead, it wrapped around me like a hug.

“If you'll take me.”

There was more to say, so much more. But hearing his words had me forgetting about logic and planning and details that needed to be figured out.

Instead, I slammed my lips against his and kissed him with more passion than I'd ever felt before. It was hard and rough, and so unlike me. A growl built in his chest as his hand came up behind my head, holding me in place, giving me back everything I gave to him. Our lips only came apart when we were both breathless.

“I want to be yours,” I told him, meaning every word. “Please make me yours.”

He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, his lips on mine the entire time. He set me down and we tore at each other's clothes, like if we didn't get ourselves naked we’d both die from the need.

“I want you.” I grabbed onto him once we were on the bed, our bodies pressed together, our hands wandering and our mouths expressed everything we felt.

I was so slick, so ready for him, and he hadn't even touched me where I wanted him most.

He broke our kiss, grumbling, “Mine,” and then kissed a path along my chin, down my neck, further and further until he reached my aching cock.

He licked me from root to tip, circling, and then swallowed me down whole as his finger teased my slick entrance. My brain ceased working. The blissful silence in my head allowed me to just feel, to feel his mouth worshiping my cock, his finger teasing my slick hole and his breath warmed my skin.

His fingers gave me a preview of what was to come as they worked my entrance. One finger at first, fucking me while his mouth continued its feast. Then a second finger and a third. His other hand stroked my length to the same rhythm.

It was nearly too much, my balls tightened. My orgasm was so close.