“I want to freelance write. I missed so much with Mason over the last few months doing my investigation. What if I hadn’t been home when he got sick? I’m filled with guilt about that.”
“It’s my fault.” All of it. His having my condition. Her running around rural Nebraska digging up dirt on me. Actually, she didn’t have to dig. I’d left it all out in the open for her to find.
“Simon, about his condition. That’s just nature. Genetics. I’m so thankful that he’ll have you to help him through it. Even just helping him through childhood. Then again, I don’t think anyone is going to hassle the son of Simon Stark. Not around here anyway.”
I laughed, loving how she could turn my horrendous behavior into a joke. I nodded in agreement. “They thought I was bad before. If they hurt you or Mason, or your mother, they’ll have a problem.”
I kissed her, loving that I could so freely. I pulled back. “What about your story about me?”
“Well,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt. “I still have more investigating to do.”
“Oh?” I arched a brow as she ran her hands over my chest.
“Of course, what I discover probably won’t be fit to print.” Her smile was sensuous.
“Is it because I’m bad?”
Her eyes flashed with heat. “There are some types of bad I really like.”
That was enough of that, I thought as I lifted her and tossed her on my bed. I realized I’d never had her here. The house was big, and although there was now a child and a mother-in-law around, I’d find a way to have her in every room.
She laughed as she bounced. The mood shifted, and all of a sudden, crazy need boiled over and we were all tangles of limbs as we undressed until finally, we lay flesh to flesh. Only when I was over her, ready to become one with her, looking down into her lovely blue eyes did the tempest wane.
“I’ve never loved anyone but you,” I said.
Her breath hitched. “I love you. And I love that you can love me.”
“What about more kids?” I asked. “You must want more.”
“Can’t your procedure be undone?”
“I guess, but the chances are high that I’ll pass my condition on. For many it’s not a big deal, but for others, it can be a hardship. For some, it can cause early death. I can’t do that, Erica. I’m sorry.”
She cradled my face in her hands. “So, we’ll have Mason. What more do we need? And if we feel we need more, there are plenty of kids needing good homes in the world. All I need right now is you and Mason.”
“Are you sure, because once I enter you, it’s a done deal.”
She wrapped her legs around me pulling my hips so that my tip slipped inside her sweet pussy. I groaned.
“A deal is a deal, Simon.”
After that, there were no words. Only me touching her, kissing her, thrusting inside her. I listened to her moans and gasps, working to make them come harder, faster, and more intense until she cried out my name and her body shuddered under mine. Only then did I let go. I gave her every bit of me, until I too cried out and emptied inside her.
As our breaths returned to normal, she looked up at me and gave me the sweetest smile. “I see you, Simon.”
Epilogue
Erica - Five months Later
The last harvest festival I was at, Trina stood on stage and confessed her love for Ryder. I remembered feeling envy at not having that sort of love in my life. Or more accurately, having lost that love.
“Daddy I want to win a bear,” Mason said from atop Simon’s shoulders.
“You know those things are a rip off,” he said of the carnival games.
“Oh, come on Simon. Give him a few bucks to waste,” my mother said to him. “I’ll take him.”
He put Mason down and handed him a twenty-dollar bill. “Don’t spend it all in one place.”