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In one swift move, he was inside me, and the tightness in my body began building again. He clasped my hand and raised it over our heads. He moved, and my body rocked with his strokes, each one deeper than the last. With his free hand, he tilted my hips, and my world exploded as another orgasm was unleashed inside me. A moment later, his body shuddered, and he uttered a sound that might have been my name, but the only thing I could pay attention to was the sensation running through my body. I’d never felt more sated.
He rolled to his side and gathered me against his chest, both of us panting. He pressed his lips to my forehead. I shook, and he pulled the blanket over us. But I wasn’t cold—it was as if my body didn’t know how to process what it had just experienced.
Bennett leaned his forehead against mine. “That was round one, you say?”
I chuckled. “I might need a breather before round two.”
“Take all the time you need, Claire. I’m here for you.”
And even though we didn’t know what the future held, in that moment, I knew he was.
CHAPTER 12
Bennett
“SPRINKLES! GET THEone with pink sprinkles!” my niece shouted shrilly, making herself heard loud and clear over the din of the other students and their fathers.
I was standing right beside her, so the volume was unnecessary, but I didn’t reprimand her. She was too excited. And hell, so was I.
I picked up the doughnut Sophia had indicated and placed it on our tray before moving toward the beverage station, dodging several children as I went. “Do you want juice or milk?”
She scrunched up her nose. “Juice with a doughnut? Yuck!”
I chuckled. “Milk it is.”
I put two cartons on our tray. Though there was coffee, and I hadn’t had any yet, I didn’t get a cup. I didn’t need it. Although I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before, I was wired. My night with Claire made me feel better than a thousand good nights’ sleep.
For the millionth time that morning, I forced my thoughts away from the woman I’d left sleeping naked in her warm bed. Only an event with Sophia could have torn me away from her, and I wanted to be present in the moment. I felt like I’d blinked and Sophia had gone from spitting up all over her onesies to arriving for her first day at school.
Since Father’s Day was in June, after school was out, Sophia’s teachers planned a winter event for the fathers. I was honored that Sophia had invited me to attend her first-ever Dads and Doughnuts breakfast. At first, I’d worried that she would feel weird that her uncle was there while most other kids had dads, but it didn’t faze her. My sister was doing a bang-up job with this little girl, and I was happy to step in when a father figure was needed.
I set our tray down on a cafeteria table and sat on one of the tiny round seats that barely fit half an adult-sized butt cheek. They’d had these same tables when I’d been a student here, and they were just as uncomfortable as I remembered. More so, because there was a lot more of me.
Sophia picked at the carton of milk and tried to open it.
“Do you need help?” I asked.
Her tongue stuck out of the side of her mouth as she concentrated. “No, I’ve got it.” Finally, she got the thing open with only a little tear in the cardboard. She smiled at me. “I’ve been practicing.”
“Good job. Those suckers are hard to open sometimes. Do you want to do mine?”
She managed to open my carton with minimal mangling. A teacher came by and handed Sophia an envelope. The little girl’s eyes lit up as she tore into it.
“I almost forgot. I made this for you.” Little bits of shredded envelope flap fell to the table, and she pulled out a tie made of blue construction paper and yarn. She’d drawn yellow shapes on the front of it and writtenBest Uncle Everin her finest penmanship.
My eyes might have watered. Okay—I fucking teared up. I took it from her and tied the yarn around my neck, careful not to damage the tie. If I could have done it without hurting her feelings, I would have placed it back in the envelope for safekeeping because this sucker was going in a frame.
“What did you draw here?” I pointed to a yellow shape. Only after I’d asked did I realize I might make her feel bad by not being able to recognize whatever it was. Luckily, she wasn’t overly sensitive.
“Oh, that’s your beer. See? This is the glass, and there are bubbles.”
If the community wasn’t so close knit, her teachers might have been alarmed that Sophia drew alcohol on my tie, but most folks around town knew I was a brewmaster.
“I see it now.” I rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hand. Fuck. Why don’t they provide tissues at this event—or at least warn a guy to bring his own?
She frowned at me. “Are you okay?”
“Allergies,” I said quickly. A teacher behind me passed me a napkin as she tried to stifle her laughter. I would have laughed at me too.
