“Oh, Smith, yes,” she moans.
I know she’s close. I reach down and rub her clit and she nearly bucks off the bed. Fuck, it’s sexy to watch her come undone. I’m so close too, it’s getting harder to hold back. “Look at me,” I force out. Her eyes snap open and lock with mine. I pinch her clit and pound her over and over. “Come for me, baby girl. I need to feel you.”
I watch her as she gives herself over to me completely. It’s like a moment I can’t explain, I see it in her eyes. Feel it in her body. She’s mine, in the moment she became mine. Just like that, her orgasm rips through her and she shouts my name. I slam into her, making her pleasure last, before I come. It tears through me with a force I’ve never felt. She owns me.
“Daddy, Daddy,” Carter yells, crashing through the door. “Bree?”
Shit. She jumps up, holding the sheet against herself. “Hey, Carter buddy.”
“Carter, why don’t you go put cartoons on and we’ll be right out to make pancakes?” I say, calmly. He jumps off my bed and rushes to the living room.
“Oh my God. What are we going to do now?” Bree, asks holding the sheet tighter to her.
I chuckle and pull her back onto the bed. I climb on top of her and kiss her nose, resting my forehead to hers. “Now, we tell him that we’re together. This is what I want, Bree. I want you here in my bed, in my house, everyday.”
“You want me here all the time?” she questions.
“Yes, I do.”
“How? I have school and you have work. There’s Carter and I need to find a job,” she rushes out.
I laugh and kiss her soft lips. “You have a job.”
“You know that makes me sound like a hooker, right?” she says, lifting her eyebrows.
“It’s not perfect, but we’ll figure it out. In the meanwhile, I would like you to move in with us. I’ll take care of your schooling costs. I’ll pay you to be with Carter, but only until you get your career going. I don’t intend to pay my future wife to watch our son,” I say, meaning every word.
“Wait, what?” she shouts.
Once again I laugh and climb off of her. “For now, just move in with me.”
I get dressed, knowing in my heart, this is the beginning of the rest of my life.
Seven
Bree
* * *
“Hey babe, I’m home,” I say, dropping my keys on the console table.
“Bree,” Carter yells, running toward me.
I scoop him up in my arms and hug him tight. “I missed you today. How was daycare?”
“I made a picture for you and Daddy,” he says with a huge smile.
“I can’t wait to see it.” I put him down and he dashes off to his room. “Babe?”
I look around for Smith, but can’t find him. I go into what is now, our room and when I turn to leave, I feel his comforting arms wrap around me.
“Hey, looking for me?” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending shockwaves straight to my core.
Immediately, I get chills and my heart starts to pound. The effect this man has on me still catches me by surprise. The last few months have been amazing and cruel. The first few times we went out, Smith got a lot of stares. We ignored them, but the first time he brought me to a company party, that was a different story. While he was off talking business, I was confronted by Roger. He all but told me that I should stop shaking my ass in front of Smith. That I was nothing but a distraction, an itch that Smith needed to scratch. He said there was no way a man of his intelligence, status, and wealth, could possibly have anything in common with someone as young as me. It felt as though someone reached in and ripped my heart out. I wanted to shout, to cry, to run away from the insults. But, I pushed it all down and gave him a smile. Words at that point failed me, but Smith had come back and heard it all. I don’t know exactly what was said between them, since they left the room, but I do know that the next day Roger had one hell of a shiner.
This was something we encountered quite often in the beginning. The question of how could Smith possibly have anything in common with me. My parents all but disowned me. My friends told me I was crazy jumping all in with a man that had a built in family. His friends watched me like I was going to need a bottle and burp. It was hard on me, but Smith didn’t let it bother him at all. He’s told everyone the same thing. “What we have is between us. You don’t need to understand it. We do and that’s all that fucking matters.”