When they both returned to their seats, I picked up my son who I’d sat beside me in Dillan’s absence, but she waved me off.
“I’ll just take mine down there.” She pressed her hand against the back of my neck. “Belle and I were having a discussion about a book anyway.”
I watched her go with my heart in my throat.
Ten years ago when I’d brought my first girlfriend around, she hadn’t understood Belle at all.
She also hadn’t been willing to get to know Belle at all.
She’d been young, yes, but she’d also been old enough to realize that Belle wasn’t stupid. Though, she treated Belle like she was.
Honestly, that’d been the first and the last time that I’d ever brought anyone home to meet Belle. Not because I was embarrassed of her, but because Belle was just that important to me.
And seeing her with Dillan, talking and laughing, despite her earlier panic? That made my heart super fuckin’ full.
“Daddy,” Asa said. “Can we go get ice cream?”
I watched Belle finish off her ice cream and then start on dinner.
“You can have the sopapilla or you can have the ice cream. Which one do you want?” I asked.
He pouted. “I want both.”
I chuckled. “Of course, you do, son. Of course, you do.”
It was only after dropping Asa and Delanie off later that night that I got the chance to talk to my girl.
Delanie waved me off when I would’ve followed Asa inside, and I turned and leaned my hip against the truck as I waited for my girl to arrive beside me.
She didn’t take long in doing so, stopping to run her hand up my side.
I felt my cock get hard instantly.
I’d been thinking about her, and her pussy, since I’d had it the night before.
Only, every time that I’d wanted to have her again, my family would show up and ruin everything.
Needless to say, the moment that her hand came in contact with my skin, all my good intentions about letting her go to bed so she wasn’t tired in the morning flew out the proverbial window.
I caught her up into my arms and dropped my mouth onto hers.
I’d been expecting the taste—sweet like the second ice cream cone she’d gotten on the way out the door.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to practically crawl her way up my body.
I growled and spun her so that she was pressed against the fender of my truck, my body pinning hers in place.
The light that’d lit up the moment that I’d pulled into the drive went out, and suddenly, we were in near complete darkness.
Her kisses were just as frantic as my own, and it took everything I had not to shove my hand down the back of her panties.
I was going to be good.
This was only a kiss.
But then she had to go and ruin it.
“I grabbed one of those condoms out of your medicine cabinet,” she breathed, her hot breath fanning over my throat. “It’s in my purse.”
I didn’t bother to tell her that they were old.
I was too far gone.
I moved her farther into the dark shadows, hitching her up higher so that I could get my cock out of my pants.
“We’re setting a really bad example,” she whispered. “What if the neighbors see?”
I chuckled then as I rolled the condom she’d produced from her purse down the length of my shaft. “Then they’ll get a really hot show.”
Likely they wouldn’t see a damn thing.
Likely no one could even see past the shadows, and if they could, all they’d see was my back.
Because Dillan had worn a dress, and all I’d had to do at that point was slide her panties to the side, line my cock up with her entrance, and push inside.
Her dress concealed everything from view. And anything that wasn’t shielded by her dress was shielded by my body.
And my cock was inside of her, so there was no chance of them seeing that.
I groaned the moment that I slid inside of her, loving the feel of her hot, wet pussy swallowing me in one swift move.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned into her hair. “You feel so good.”
And she did.
There were things that I’d had in my life that could never compare to anything else in the world.
My grandmother’s guacamole. My mother rubbing my hair when I was sick. Asa’s laughter.
All of those things were something that someone else could never reproduce in me.
And now, with my cock filling Dillan, I realized that she was one of those things that I could never find in another woman.
She was my one-off.
The one girl that would always be it for me, no matter what happened in the future.
“Move,” she pleaded. “Please, God. Move.”
“I’m not God,” I growled as I pumped my hips, fucking into her in slow, strong strokes. “I’m just me, baby.”