His eyes stared back at me, his little head bobbing. I liked thinking that he understood me.
“I think we’re just as lucky to have you, Evan Rooney.” I hadn’t heard the door open, engrossed in my conversation with my buddy cooing up at me with eyes that looked exactly like his mother’s.
“Remington.” Her name was a breath of fresh air. I didn’t know how I functioned before her, complicated for sure, but in a way that made me feel perfectly content.
“You make everything…better.” She said hugging us both and kissed Ethan’s head. My chest expanded as if I had created this little life between us and while I wasn’t biologically his dad, he was part of me as I was of him. Time had created this bond that nothing would break. No matter what the future held for us, Ethan was my son and Remington was my girl.
“You two have become my everything.” I told her.
“I grew up not belonging anywhere or to anyone. I don’t even know what brought me north except school and few dreams. I lucked out finding you.” She kissed me and I pulled her closer.
“Sweet girl, I don’t believe in happenstance. I think you were meant to be here.”
“I wouldn’t want for it to be any different.” She snuggled against me.
“Why would we? Isn’t this perfect?”
“I think it is.”
We put the baby down in his crib, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. He turned his head and mashed his baby fist into his face as he yawned before settling into sleep. It was an innocent gesture made even more special by the fact that little man was doing it there, with me, with us, and he ha
d nothing to be fear. I’d lay down my life for both of them. I reached down and clasped Remi’s hand in mine, letting the feel of her soft palm wash over me.
"Come on.” I tugged her out of Ethan’s room and down the hall past her old room and into mine. I wanted this room to be ours. I wanted this house to feel like ours, and I wanted her to see this as home. I wanted to be the soft place for her to fall when things got rough.
I pulled her closer by her hips, letting her softness bump against my jeans. “We’re wearing too many clothes,” I instructed her as I began to pull things off. Her back arched. Her eyes looked up into my face. Soft. Sweet.
Her hands left my shoulders, trailing a slow path down my arms to my waist. Her fingers fumbled for the button of my jeans. A pull and she unhooked the round knob releasing the top. Her nail brushed my stomach, and I clenched the muscles she touched. The sound of my zipper lowering forced my head back, releasing a groan. Her hands were greedy, reaching inside and shucking the tough cotton over my ass and down my legs.
“I’d hate for you to be overdressed, Officer.” She licked her lips with a yearning expression that overwhelmed me with her utter devotion. The way she said officer, a little sexy and a little unsure, made me hard as a rock. Her thumb slid over the top of my member, rubbing the beads of my arousal, and I took her hand pulling it away.
“Baby, no. I’m so hot for you I won’t last if you keep that up.” She pouted and I went to work on her dress that was in my way.
Once I’d gotten her hands off me temporarily, I pulled on the tiny row of buttons from her cleavage to down her waist, unhooking them from the silky cotton one by one. Twenty pearl-colored buttons that revealed milky white skin dusted with her summer freckles I loved. I kissed her neck and her shoulder. I made my way down her front, kissing her full breasts while my hands tugged her dress down, trapping her hands to her sides.
I stood up, lifting her in my arms. “Mine.” I nuzzled her flushed cheek. Her heartbeat fluttered in her neck, and I laid her on the bed. She was everything I ever wanted and though it took time and an odd set of circumstances for us to get there, to this point today, I wouldn’t have changed it for the world.
I loved my sweet girl.
“Evan.” My name was a guttural groan on her lips. I wanted her to scream it, but not before I made her delirious with want. She bounced on the mattress and giggled. The infectious sound made my dick harder than granite, and I palmed myself willing it to calm down.
I pushed my jeans down, and heavy cotton stuck to my flexing limbs. My boxer briefs were next and I shucked them to the floor, then kicked them out of my way. I grabbed my T-shirt at the neck and pulled it off impatiently. For a moment I stood still, hands on my hips, taking in Remi’s natural beauty. Disheveled hair spread out on my pillow like red fire around her heart-shaped face. Her chest clad in barely there lace cups while her softly rounded tummy quivered.
“I need you,” she whispered, hands fisting the sheets, and I was unable to refuse her sweet request, I kneed up on the bed and stripped her bare. Dress peeled away, her panties next, and I reached behind her back to unhook her bra before drawing her in close to me. She smelled a bit like spring flowers and musk. I rubbed my face in her hair and smelled her. Her body clung to mine, and the primal need to mark her in some way took over. I kissed her neck and tasted her from earlobe to breast and back again, chanting her name with reverence and devotion. I wasn’t particularly religious at this stage in my life, but she felt like a resurrection in my beliefs that there were still good people, whole, and loving. She was my salvation to something better and my driving motivation to attain it.
I held my body over hers, caging her in with my forearms and nudging her knees wider apart. Warmth emerged between us, heating our bodies in a layer of desire. I wanted slow crazy sex and forever with my sweet girl. Our lips met and kissed, savoring each other. I kissed her deeper and encouraged her to be bolder, taking what she could from me with little nips of her sharp teeth. I shifted over her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit with just enough pressure to elicit whimpers while her hands reached for my arms, barely able to wrap around them. Her short nails scored my skin, making me hiss. I’d wear those marks proudly in the locker room changing at work.
My little momma wiggled under me, desperate for physical connection, and I wasn’t about to deny her anything.
“Evan.”
“That feels so good, Remi.” I thrust my hips enough to press an inch or so inward, barely breaching her. Her legs climbed me like a spider monkey wanting more.
She hissed. “Harder. Please.”
I paused, letting her press upward, impaling herself deeper. She was tight and I wanted her to take what she needed and wanted from me. Her walls milked me and I felt her flutter, chasing the high of her release. I shifted to the side so I could raise up and brush her hair back, curling a bright red piece behind her ear. Sweat dampened her brow and I pressed deeper inside, letting my cock bump the top of her womb while her butt ground into the mattress. She flayed her legs wider apart to take more, and I settled into a slow rhythm, my eyes never leaving hers.
“I love you, Remi. I love you more each day you let me be a part of your life, sweet girl. I love you even more because you trust me with you son. Your little man I love as if he were my own. I love you sweet, sweet girl.”