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We need a family. A future. A life together.
I need to come in my woman’s womb and bring that life into reality.
Even more, squirting euphoria slides down my dick, and I explode, collapsing against her as I bury my teeth in her shoulder.
Somehow I force myself to bite softly as the buzzing at the end of my dick becomes unbearable, my seed shooting burningly up my shaft and into her.
All I can feel is the heat at my tip, my seed shooting up my shaft, so much of it, it’s difficult to believe. She cries out when I release her shoulder, as more seed pumps out of me, slowing as my cock begins to wilt.
Finally, we collapse, and I fall to the side, and immediately pull her to me again. My hand on her shoulder, I pull her into my arms, her cheek coming to rest naturally on my chest.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, struggling to catch my breath. “That was…”
“Everything I hoped it would be,” Rory finishes for me. “And everything I was scared I couldn’t give you. Did you enjoy it, Bennet?”
I kiss the top of her head, give her a squeeze. “That’s an understatement so big I don’t even know how to describe it. Enjoy it? It was incredible, Rory. You’re so fucking sexy. And when you started to bite the sheets, I swear I almost exploded right there.”
She giggles, pure delight bubbling out of her. “Okay, good. I’m so glad.”
“I’d ask you if you enjoyed it,” I say teasingly.
“But you already know the answer?” she finishes, laughing.
I chuckle and kiss the top of her head again, but pause this time, inhaling the scent of her hair. “We need to do that again. And again. And again. And again.”
“I agree,” she murmurs. “But…”
She trails off, and I nod. I don’t have to ask what she’s going to say.
But what about Rick?
Chapter Twenty-Three
Rory
I try to stop fidgeting as we sit in Bennet’s dining room, ignoring our mugs of coffee sitting on the table in front of us, steam swirling in the air. Mom sits across from me, offering me a caring smile, but her expression falters when her gaze moves to Bennet.
I want to reach inside her head, get private access to her thoughts, so I can know what’s going on rather than having to guess.
We’re waiting for dad to return from the bathroom.
When mom and dad got here unexpectedly, he pushed past us, saying he needed to use the bathroom. Part of me wondered if he was going to climb out the window and run away.
Guilts stabs at me when I feel the contented ache in my sex, the fluttering in my heart telling me mom somehow knows. Despite the shower, I took this morning, she can smell it, smell what we did…
Before we even got dad’s blessing.
Dad appears in the doorway, an uncertain look on his face. It’s very rare for me to see him like this, as though he’s not sure what course of action to take.
My dad has always been self-assured, ready to face whatever challenges life throws at him, but now he looks undecided.
It provokes a pang of regret inside of me. But also hope.
If he’s undecided, it means he could conceivably approve of us…
Or is that just wishful thinking?
With a sigh, he walks across the room and takes his seat next to mom, reaching for his coffee and then letting his hand drop. “Your mother told me what you said on the phone yesterday.”
He looks at me, eyes softening a little.
“Okay, that’s… good?” I murmur, unsure if that’s the right word to choose.
Dad nods, glancing at Bennet. “So you almost kissed at her party last year. Is that why you haven’t been coming by the house?”
“Yes, Rick, it is. I tried to fight these feelings. I knew they were… I knew you wouldn’t approve. I knew it would be a shitty thing to do. But then she sent me that letter and I guess, dammit, I guess something snapped in me.”
“But it was more than attraction, Dad,” I rush to say. “It wasn’t just that we wanted to… um, be together.”
Freaking heck, this is a conversational minefield, forcing me to skirt around words that might trigger his rage.
“Explain it to me,” Dad says. “This feeling you’re talking about.”
I bite down, annoyed when the words don’t rise to my lips. Part of being a writer is I’m supposed to be good with words, but right now all I can focus on is my throat closing up, the whisper inside my head that tells me dad’s never going to be okay with this and I can’t force him to.
“It was destiny, Rick.” Bennet laughs in disbelief, even if the statement was his. “I know how that sounds. I never expected to say something like that. But I don’t know how else to describe it. Ever since we almost kissed, I’ve been thinking about being with her… for the long haul. Creating a family together, forging a future together.”
