“Are you awake?” Brett asks huskily.
I arch my back and groan, “Yes.”
“Good morning,” he chuckles and I feel something hard poke me in the ass.
“Good morning,” I gasp and jerk away from him.
“Come back here, you.”
I shake my head and roll over. I need to see him.
Brett growls as if he’s displeased but I ignore him. I reach up, tipping my head back and take his face in my hands. “Are you real?”
Brett frowns down at me, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. “Yes.”
“Good,” I smile up at him. “I was afraid I dreamed you up and none of it really happened.”
His face instantly softens. “It happened.” He pulls me closer, until my hips are against his hips. “You’re going to marry me and you’re going to have my babies.”
“Now that I’m thinking clearly, you know I’m most likely not pregnant.”
“Let’s fix that.”
“We can wait,” I say softly and try to pull away. “We have plenty of time, there’s no rush.”
I’m a little afraid that Brett is just thinking with his dick and may regret this if and when I do get pregnant. Everything is happening so fast.
“No,” Brett says. “Life is short, Mandy. We’ve already lost so much time. I don’t want to waste another second.”
My heart instantly aches for him. Is he thinking about his parents? I felt so lonely out in California by myself, I felt abandoned by my own parents before I even left. But Brett, he’s lost his and they’re never coming back. I can’t even imagine how hard it was for him. How hard it still is.
If he is giving me the chance to help ease his pain, I’ll do anything I can.
“Okay,” I say and take a deep breath. Seriously, we’re going to do this. Oh, my god, we’re going to do this. I tug at his shirt, pulling it up his stomach. “But this time, I actually want to be naked.”
Brett relaxes and grins, helping me pull the shirt over his head. “I can do that.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Brett
I have completely forgotten how fucking deliriously fucking amazing it is to blow your load in a pussy with no fucking rubber on. It’s feels like I stuck my throbbing cock into a molten vice of slick walls that cradle my cock, begging for me to blow my very essence into her.
Holy fuck, I haven’t gone without a rubber since Mandy, and now I am back to not using a rubber and it’s with her. How fucked up is that, I ask myself as I slide out of bed and head for the shower. Looking down at her skirt on the floor, I grab her panties and take ‘em with me to the bathroom. I also haven’t stolen a girls panties since Mandy, either.
She tried to tell me last night we were rushing into this. I didn’t think so then and I sure as fuck don’t think so now. I know what I am getting myself into. Even if I have never really dealt with kids, I want to.
I want to be a father, and I want her to be my wife. Fuck, just knowing I was blowing my load in her and hopefully knocking her up made me cum all the harder. It’s not about sex though, this is about me wrapping my arms around the woman I want to grow old with, the person I know for a fact I can be anything and tell anything to without her judging me.
I love her. Plain and fucking simple.
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Most times I take a shower in the morning to wake up. This time it was to clean off and not head into the dojo smelling like I just walked out of a sex den. I’ve gone to the gym before smelling like that, and it’s not worth it. Shit, I wish that was the worst of the shit I have gone to the dojo with. I might need to keep Mandy away from the guys until I get her a ring on her finger. She doesn’t need to hear about me coming in, wearing some stripper’s thong.
That was not a fun morning.
Shaking my head as I walk through the door, I hear a loud bellow from across the dojo, “Look, the princess has finally decided to get his ass to work!”