My chest is so tight, I can’t even whisper a response, so I nod.
“You werenotthe problem because the woman that ismy everythingis notanyone’sproblem.” His eyes flick between mine, urging me to agree. But I still can’t catch my breath. His hands grope my shoulders and my pussy shudders. “You were not the problem. Dustin is selfish and immature, and those qualities don’t work well in a relationship. Okay?”
I nod. Beau, at twenty-six-years-old, is a thousand times more mature emotionally than Dustin. He’s an old soul, and I can’t believe I’m saying that because until now, in truth, I thought that “old soul” stuff was bullshit. Now I know how wrong I was.
He’s aged in wisdom, as if he absorbed as much of his dad as he could and it paid off. Smart, intelligent–and no, I don’t consider those the same. Smart in the sense that he banters well, thinks quick on his feet, and is conversationally gifted. Intelligent in the sense that he’s educated and knows how and when to flex that muscle to benefit him. He’s handsome and strong, his body a work of tanned art. Kind, gentle, patient, dominant. God, he’s… everything.
“Okay,” I finally say, lost in the trance of his gaze. “Iamsorry I didn’t tell you about the text. It was the final attempt. I absolutely promise. I have made the choice for Jett and myself to move forward without him, and I will not disrespect you or what we have by going back on my word.”
He reaches down and strokes a thumb across my cheek, tucking my hair back. My thighs squeeze in reaction to his faint touch because the smallest of grazes from him is better than a million licks from another man.
“If he gets clean and wants to know Jett, he can know Jett. I won’t ever be against that. I’m just against not knowing what’s going on. That’s all.” He smiles.
“I’m sorry about that. I still have it engrained in me that I do things all on my own.”
He weaves our hands together, linking our fingers. “I want you not to justknowyou don’t have to do it on your own anymore. I want you towant tonot do it on your own anymore.”
I study him. The streetlamp in the road outside the house is bright, and the blinds are open. It shines in just enough to leave a sphere of yellow flickering on our pupils as we blink in the dark. He is so gorgeous.
“I want to do it with you. I want to raise Jett with you. I love you.”
The golden sphere dances in the dark as he rapidly blinks. “I love you, too. But you already knew that.”
“You know what else I know?” I ask, chest throbbing. “Jett lovesyou,too.”
More blinks, then tender hands run up my back, making me moan a little. Our mouths come together in a blinding kiss. My body sizzles as he discovers every taste bud on my tongue. I moan when his hand wanders over my tits, thumb and forefinger coming together in a light pinch right over the nubbed peak.
“I’d be lost without him and that scares me. I need to know I have you, so I have him, too.” His tone is unwavering in force, but his hands are frantic, panicked almost as they rapidly discover my body.
“You have us,” I whisper as one generous palm cups my hot cunt. Seriously, my entire lower half aches for him. Grows wet and swollen at just the thought of his shiny, hard cock nudging into me, spearing me, emptying inside me. “Fuck me,” I moan into his mouth as his fingers grind against my pussy through my pants.
“Get naked,” he growls, pulling away from me, hands already on his belt.
Moments later, we’re naked and grinning. “We’re fast at that,” he notices.
“Parents have to be quick.”
His face falls. His lips pull together. “Do you consider me a parent?”
I smile at him, but he can never understand how warm and full my heart feels right now. “You are my partner and we are co-parents.Youare vital tous.”
He is vital to my existence. I might literally die without him. I shudder at the thought because I would do anything to live for Jett, and so without Beau I’d be torturously alive.
His hands on my ass, pulling me apart, my panic is kissed away with soul-searing passion.
“Ride me.” He drops to the ground on his back, motioning me down. I get on top of him, positioning my groin over his, and reach beneath me.
“The party was great,” I say with a smile before slamming down on him in one fast drop. I’m so fucking wet that he went in easily, but now my walls ache and spasm, adjusting to the fast, forced intrusion.
“I’ve been dying to feel you inside of me,” I pant, loving the achy pulse between my legs. I touch my breasts, and all the touching has them tingly. I slept through the normal time I pump. I’m itching to leak.
Literally, if I itch my breast, I will turn into a human milk faucet.
The ache between my legs intensifies as he glides his palms up my thighs while sawing his cock in and out of me, lifting his hips off his ground in powerful thrusts.
“You’re mine. Both of you are mine, do you hear me?” he growls, and though the message is clear, he isn’t menacing but demanding. And I won’t refuse him.
“Yes, we’re yours,” I pant, grinding my hips towards the mountain of his body, the heat of him under me driving me mad like laughing gas. I giggle as sweat beads across my head and my pussy flexes and pulses, the pressure quickly mounting. The sparks of let-down have begun, and I nudge his hip with my knee to bring his head from my neck. He looks in my eyes but I don’t say anything.