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“It’s four bed,five and a half bath. Three living rooms, a games room, a theatre and a gym,” Ben says, unlocking the door to the most suburban fucking family home I’ve ever seen.
I hate it, which means Bentley is going to love it. I’ve been told sacrifices have to be made in relationships. And if I have to live in this over-the-top, showy, suburban nightmare to be able to have a future with Bentley, then I’ll do it. With a damn smile on my face.
Walking through the door, I stop in the foyer. There’s a staircase to the right, and as I look up at it, I can see my whole future play out. Right here, in this spot. I see me fucking Bentley on that staircase. I see Bentley pregnant, walking down the stairs. I see our kids running up and down it their whole lives as they grow into adults. I don’t need to see the rest of the interior. This is meant to be our house.
“I’ll take it,” I tell Ben.
His jaw drops. “Ah, do you at least want to look at the house first? It’s an impressive foyer and all but still. Plenty more to see.”
“Give us the tour,” Xavier says from behind me.
I follow Ben through the house, vaguely listening to everything he’s saying. Xavier is the one asking questions about the structure, building, amenities, and so on. Me? I don’t care. Each room I enter, I can see us in it. Our family that isn’t here yet, but it will be.
“Okay, so I’ll put in your offer and have the papers drawn up,” Ben says, locking the door behind us as we exit the house.
“Sure. I want as quick of a settlement as you can get us,” I tell him.
“I’ll be in touch.” He nods as he makes his way to his car.
“Are you sure about this?” Xavier asks me as soon as I pull away from the property. “You hate suburbia,” he reminds me as if I don’t already know that.
“Bentley loves it though, and I love her. So I will love it here,” I reason with him. I don’t admit that the more I walked through that house, the more I fell in love with it. Or rather, what it represented.
Now I just have to wait for settlement and to move Bentley in with me.
TWENTY-NINE
Have you ever woken up and still been in a dream?
That’s my life every day I wake up next to Nathan. I still haven’t officially moved in with him, but most of my clothes have managed to find their way into his closet. My makeup is scattered across his bathroom counter every morning. It’s been four weeks since the chaos of our lives settled down. There are no pending lawsuits against either of us. Mark Kemp was arrested for the murder of my father two weeks ago and is currently sporting a green tracksuit behind bars. Right where he belongs. I know there’s still the matter of the trial and everything that my family and I will have to live through.
But, for now, everything is perfect.
My fingertips trail across the hard ridges of Nathan’s chest and abs. I really can never get enough of touching him. Nathan’s hand grips mine. “If you want to run your hand up and down something, you can run it up and down this,” he says, lowering my palm to his cock.
I fist the base. He does not have to ask me twice to touch it. If I’m honest with myself, I’m a little obsessed with the damn thing. After months of having it, I still want more. All. The. Time. My hand slides up and down. He’s already hard but that’s not surprising. He’s always hard.
“I really like your cock,” I tell him, rolling over his body so I’m straddling his waist.
“He really likes you too, baby girl.” Nathan grins.
I position his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I’m wet. I’ve been lying awake for a while, replaying the events of last night. Every time with Nathan is like a new adventure. I sink myself down onto him slowly, his cock stretching the walls of my pussy. “Mmm, always feels so good,” I moan as I impale myself on him.
Nathan’s hands land on my hips; his fingers dig into the already bruised flesh. “So fucking good. Ride me, Bentley. Use me to get yourself off,” he says.
I circle my hips and grind against him. I lean forward, my hands land on his chest, and I rise up before slamming back down. I repeat the motion, increasing the speed. My fingernails claw into his skin, and a light sweat coats my body as sensations overtake me.
“That’s it. Milk me. Fuck! I can feel your pussy convulsing around my cock. It’s. So. Fucking. Good.” Nathan’s hips piston up into me as he holds my body still.
I feel the warmth of his seed coat the walls of my pussy before his body relaxes. My own body drapes over his as I catch my breath. “I hope we always have sex in the mornings,” I mumble out.
“Always,” Nathan says.
* * *
“Where are you going?This isn’t the way to the office?” I ask Nathan as he turns in the opposite direction, away from our usual route.
“I have something to show you.”
