Page 102 of Silver Brewer

“What are you doing?” I ask groggily.

“I can’t make love to you with him in the room.”

“Oh,” I say, sitting up, my back creaking from being on the floor for a bit. I scoop up Finn, hoping not to disturb him, but he’s in that heavy, dead-weight sleep. I place him in the pack and play with a kiss and then follow Giant into his room. We leave the door open to listen for Finn but quietly slip into the sheets.

“Forgiveness fucking,” I say as Giant climbs in over me, naked as can be. My legs spread, taking his wide hips between my thighs.

“Love, Letty. Only making love.” His fingers slide down the center of me, between my breasts and over my stomach until they dip into my underwear and find my clit. I purr as he takes more time and care to tease me, circle me, drawing out the anticipation before slipping two fingers into me.

“So deep,” I whisper, feeling lazy and loved as he slowly plays me. Giant struggles to remove my underwear, then hitches my leg over his hip. His tip meets my entrance, and he easily slides into me, deliberate, purposeful, and filling. I lift both legs over his lower back, and he cups my backside as he rolls his hips. We move like a dance, taking time but building quickly to another rushing orgasm.

“It’s been so long,” he says into my neck.

“Too long,” I say.

“We’re going to do this every night, Letty.”

“Promises, promises,” I tease until he moves in a way a new spot is discovered. I squeak, and his head pops up.

“That’s my promise, Cricket. Spontaneous.”

“Again,” I whisper, and he flinches upward a second time. My eyes roll back as my arms wrap around his neck. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

“That’s the plan.”

We don’t stay slow for too long before we are both rabid and needy, releasing once again together. He’s just so much and everything I’ve ever wanted.

When he pulls out of me, I shudder at the loss, but he’s quick to return, cleaning me up and then crawling in next to me and tugging me to his chest.

“It’s always going to be like this,” he tells me as if he’s asking or warning or wanting.

“It will always be like this.”

He kisses my shoulder, and then we sleep.

+ + +

In the morning, I wake alone with the door to the bedroom closed. I find a fresh T-shirt in Giant’s drawer, pull it on, and then head out to the main room. A soft masculine voice drifts from the kitchen.

“So what do you think, little man? Is it okay to marry your mom? And how about me becoming your dad? You good with that?”

I hear Finn making incoherent noises in response.

“I’ll teach you how to fish and hunt, and brew beer, and of course, when you’re older, catch a girl. You’ll learn all the traits of being a Harrington from me as your dad.”

“Dada.” I freeze. Giant must have too because not a sound comes from the kitchen. I step forward and see Giant staring at Finn. His dark orbs leap up to mine, wide-eyed and surprised.

“Did he just…?”

“That was his first word,” I say, my voice low. Little traitor.

“I never…I wasn’t home…” Giant sets the jar of baby food on the table and pinches at his eyes.

“Giant.” I step forward for him, wrapping my arms around his head as he falls against my belly. “Honey?” I comb over his hair, but he shakes his head into my stomach.

“Dada,” Finn says again, and we both look over at him.

“Thank you,” Giant whispers, and then peeks up at me. “Thank you for this. For him. For you.”