Page 25 of The Single Father Upstairs

“More!” I cried out. “I need more. I need everything. I need you inside me.”

He popped off my cock, slowly removed his fingers from me, and settled between my legs and leaned forward, kissing my lips once more. The sexiest part was the way he looked at me.

I thought he was here for more foreplay, and I grumbled, saying I needed him inside me, and he snatched a pillow.

He settled it under my hips, pushed my thighs back. He lined himself with my entrance, and slowly entered me, inch by glorious inch. Stellan watched my face the entire time, looking for any discomfort until he was fully inside me.

“You feel so fucking perfect,” he said.

I mumbled something incoherent back. He chuckled in response and slowly pulled out and slammed back into me.

“More,” I pleaded, and he listened, slamming into me again and again.

This wasn't sweet lovemaking. It was so much more powerful than that. He thrust in and out of me, telling me how perfect I was, how I felt amazing, how he didn't know where I ended and he began, and he never wanted to.

I’d never felt so wanted.

I met his thrusts, my hips bucking in time to his movement. My orgasm was close. I could try and hold it back, but as selfish as it was, I didn’t want to.

“I’m going to come!”

“I got you.” His hand wrapped around me, and he jerked me to the same rhythm as his thrusts. “Come for me, omega mine.”

Three more thrusts and I was calling out his name, my cum shooting out between us, coating his hand and covering my chest.

He growled, lurched forward, and his teeth sank into my shoulder. The need to do the same back was too strong to ignore, and I leaned up and bit his shoulder, my teeth breaking the skin. His knot grew as he filled me with his cum as his huge knot sealed us together.

“Mine. You’re mine, Miles.”

“Yes, I’m yours.”

13

STELLAN

I'd spent the better part of an hour on the note, which was ridiculous.

I was an adult and sitting at my kitchen table after midnight, crossing out and reciting a set of directions to a place in the woods. This could have been done in one sentence, but I was trying to inject some fun and playfulness into what should be a momentous occasion.

Notes had become my thing. The first one I’d left by his bed the night he drank too much and the second was more intimate after our night together.

After rereading what I’d written, I was finally satisfied this was the final version.

Come to the woods behind the store. Saturday, 4:00. Follow the path until you reach the tree that looks like it’s flipping you off. You’ll know it. Turn left. Go past the rock that looks like Jon trying to remember something. Keep going until you hit the river, then sit on the flat stone and wait. Do not bring the cat.

I’d addeddo not bring the catat the last second because Marmalade was feisty and she might attack my beast, trying to protect Miles.

I slid the note under his door, but first, I’d gone down to the courtyard and made sure his lights were off. The last thing I wanted was him opening the door and reading the note while I stood there being awkward.

As usual when I was contemplating my life with Miles and all the things that could go wrong, I didn’t get much sleep.

Saturday morning, I checked that Indigo was okay at Rudy’s until late afternoon, and I left for the woods hours before I needed to. At three o’clock, I removed my clothes and folded them in a hollow log as I usually did. After giving my beast his fur, I waited and enjoyed the quiet away from work and neighbors and the effort of having to hide myself around humans.

He’s coming,my bear said, before I heard anything. His hearing was much better than mine.

But then I heard him too, and this convinced me more than anything that he and I were destined. His brain worked like mine. Most people would have thrown up their hands at trying to follow my ridiculous directions.

And Miles was narrating, that was something he and my daughter had in common.