“You would have, baby. You were made for me.”
Leaning forward, I lay kisses along her lips, jaw, and neck, loving every single sigh and moan to pass her lips as I touch her.
“Come on, let’s get showered and go talk to your parents.”
With a groan, she allows me to pull her from bed and into the shower, where we make love again, and once more as we’re supposed to be getting dressed. This woman is going to be the death of my dick and I can’t fucking wait.
Celeste
* * *
Taking a deep breath for courage, I knock on the door of my lifelong home and pray I’m going to be able to get through this unscathed.
“Celeste?” My father opens the door. “Why in the world are you knocking?”
He scowls when he sees Martin beside me with a hand on my back.
“Because I wasn’t sure I would be welcome.”
His eyes widen, and I feel momentarily guilty for my doubts.
“You will always be welcome in your home,” he says, opening the door to prove it.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to do this, but I figure going as normal as possible might be for the best.
“Mom, Dad, this is Detective Martin Lynch. My boyfriend.” Marty smiles at me. Mom sips her mimosa and Dad looks at us all before making a move.
“It’s nice to meet you, Martin.”
I wasn’t sure he would catch on. I needed for him to let me do this my way. As they shake hands, a sigh of relief billows out and my chest unleashes the tightness around my lungs. I can breathe again.
It might be unconventional and a little weird at first, but as Dad gets to know Martin better, things ease up and soon we’re all laughing. Even Mom, who is two sheets to the wind already.
Around dinner time, Dad drops the bomb, though.
“Listen, Martin, we love Celeste; she’s an amazing girl.”
Martin gazes at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
“I agree.”
“I’m glad you do. Because if this is what she wants, we have some ground rules while she’s still in school.”
He has a look in his stare that worries me.
“She does not move in with you until after graduation and, before that happens, I want to see where it’s going to be. Working in homicide, I know that you may be gone in the evenings, or even overnight, so I want to make sure she’s living somewhere safe.”
“Deal.” Martin agrees easily enough.
“Curfew on school nights is eleven.”
Martin nods again.
“Come fall she still goes to college. She was accepted into some great schools and deserves to have a future outside of the two of you as a couple.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Good. I’m glad. I want my daughter happy, Martin.”