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“Yeah. Even when I did things like a Donovan would do, she still didn’t want anything to do with me, so basically, she wasn’t around since I was ten.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I became numb to it after a while because hating her hurt less than being sad realizing she didn’t love me.”
He brought his hand up from my waist, cupped the back of my head, then pulled me to his chest. I felt him kiss my hair. “I hate that I understand how you feel, and I know nothing I say can make it better, but I hope you know that it was her loss not watching you grow into an independent, thoughtful, loyal, and loving woman whose beauty has nothing to do with your face, although it is beautiful, but everything to do with your heart.”
I didn’t know that, but the more he talked, the more I started to believe him. I nuzzled into him and whispered, “Good night, Scotty.”
He lowered his head to the pillow and tucked me tighter, then whispered back, “Night, Paris.”
And true to his word, he only held me until the next morning. What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one who had a dream come true.
But now we were awake. My comforter had been thrown off, the sheet was bunched at my waist, and his arms were still around me, but he was also inside me… finally. “Scotty…” I pressed my behind into the cradle of his thighs as his fingers continued to work their magic between mine. “I’m so close.”
“Me too,” he breathed against my ear.
Every thrust went deep. Long, smooth strokes that hit me in places no one had ever been before. He was tense, his arms tight, and when he bottomed out, I felt the strain in his body. Waiting for me was costing him, but it felt too good to rush.
He slid his arm out from under me and shifted, then glided back in so fast I jolted. I threw my hands up to push against the headboard, and he began pounding into me. His fingers split, and he cupped me, rubbing his palm on my mound, the friction pushing me over the edge. “I’m coming!”
My hand flew down to join his, but I squeezed my fingers tight around his hard cock, the wet from my orgasm coating both our hands. “Damn, baby. Fuck. Fuuuck.” His thrusts lost rhythm, his jaw locked, he threw his head back, and he finally stilled as he came in hot spurts. We’d already had the safe sex talk, and since I was on the pill, I got all of him, every silky-steeled inch.
And it was marvelous. The best. Every time he made me come was better than the last, and it made me almost afraid for what he’d continue to give me. Not just orgasms, but safety, security, love, a future, and children.
Whoa. Wait. Where the hell did that come from?
I don’t want kids.
But with Scotty… damn, I think I’d like that. I think I’d like everything with him—a white picket fence, a golden retriever, and a minivan.
“You good?” He brushed the hair off my neck and gently kissed me.
I wasn’t exactly sure what I was, but I knew it wasn’t bad. “I’m great. You?”
“Never been better.”
But if I got ahead of myself and did something insane like tell him I wanted him to be the father of children I never wanted until right this very second, it would ruin what we had. “Let’s shower.”
“Later.” He nipped at my ear. “Gonna clean us up, then I’ll bring leftover Chinese in for breakfast.”
“No food in bed, mister,” I teased as I rolled to my back. “I got these sheets for a steal, and I’m not ruining them. Go get me a washcloth before I leak on them, and they stain.”
He crawled over me, kneeing my legs open as he settled over me. “I like the idea of the cum you milked out of me staining your sheets. That way every time you climbed into bed, you’d see it and remember me inside you. You’d get so hot just thinking about it that you’d have to touch yourself.” His eyes moved from my face down to between my legs, where he still had me spread open. I felt a trickle down my thigh, and his eyes flashed as he watched it. “You got toys?” he asked out of the blue.
“Why?”
“Because our next time I wanna watch you make yourself come.” His dick twitched. “If you don’t, I’ll go buy some, and I’ll get really fucking creative because I’ve spent a long time thinking of all the ways I want to satisfy your pretty pussy.” He swallowed and dragged his gaze back up. “I would jack off thinking of you at least twice a day. Couldn’t even get hard unless I saw your face in my mind.”
Oh my God. I squirmed and licked my lips. “I have toys.”
“Good.” He leaned back and ran the tip of his finger up the inside of my thigh. “Damn, I gotta fuck you again.”
“Please.”
He sat on his heels, grabbed my waist, and pulled me up his thighs. I felt the head of his cock teasing me, then he dropped a hand to the bed and pushed inside. “So good,” I breathed, reveling in every inch as he filled me. I loved being connected to him.
“Gonna fuck you, sugar.”
