“Oh.”
I swung her up into my arms and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
“I need you.”
“You have me.” Her arms wrapped around me tighter, and I laid her on the bed. The room was dark, and Ethan slept in his crib next door with the door open.
I untied the apron around her slowly. Sometimes Remington felt like my own special gift for all the birthdays and holidays my parents had fucked up—she was mine, all mine. So pretty and delicate as I unwrapped her slowly.
“I couldn’t wait to leave work and get home to see you.” I pressed into her from behind, my hands pinching her hip bones.
“I’m going to start taking a cooking class at the Vegan Co-op next week in the morning. The lady who runs it, Judith, said I could bring Ethan and let him nap or play.”
I rubbed my nose into her hair and down her neck. “Do you know how fucking sexy that sounds.” I saw her in my mind wearing nothing but a lacy apron.
“I just don’t want to kill you with my cooking,” she whispered on a sexy moan, and I leaned into her.
“Remi, you already slay me in the best way.” My hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently. It was the first time she didn’t push my hands away from her gorgeous swollen tits. She either wasn’t thinking about breastfeeding or she simply didn’t care about how greedy I was to touch every part of her body, baby or not. I hoped it was the latter.
She panted little grunts that made my dick jolt. “Evan.”
My hands inched up the hem of her dress from behind. “Get this dress off before I rip it.” I rubbed all over her and worked fast to get my clothes off as she took the dress off with a little help undoing her zipper.
She gasped as I sucked on the soft skin of her neck. “I don’t care if you rip it.”
“Remington.” Grabbing the sides of her dress again, I pulled until stitching ripped and groaned, then I licked the spot on her neck.
“Please.” This was the most wonton I’d heard her and it did funny things to me. Things I loved and cherished because she was only like this with me.
“Oh, I’ll please you.” I grunted, pushing her forward. She kneeled on the bed and I grabbed her hips, my cock rubbing at her seam, wet and ready.
She whined. “Now, Evan.”
I pushed slowly through her swollen pussy lips, letting her hot walls clench around me unsheathed. It was heaven and my eyes rolled back. I’d not felt anything like this before. The heat. The need.
“Oh fuck.” I pumped, clenching my teeth, trying to not blow my load in her so quickly. It had been a while, and my performance was embarrassingly lackluster. I vowed to work on that and practice with her often.
“So good.” She whimpered, le
aning back into me. My hand snaked around her front, holding her to me. My fingers pressed on her throat to secure her closer, and she gripped my forearm for leverage.
“The best.” I’d definitely do better next time and knock her socks off. However, I wasn’t going to disagree if she thought it was good.
I loved everything about this girl. I loved how hard she tried to do everything to her best ability. I loved her mothering Ethan, and I loved that she made me feel a part of her life despite the shitty start she had been given.
Remington Kennedy was my forever. This sweet girl had always been mine to keep, and all this time I had been waiting for her. There was no way I was going to lose this girl. I thought about the ring in the jeweler’s shop on Main Street, the one I had walked by plenty of times on my patrols. It was as if it had been made for Remi’s hand and I just needed to fill it.
35
Remi
“Bowling?” Evan passed me a bag with a heavy ball inside. I could barely carry it and he chuckled.
“Tell me you’ve been bowling before?” He winked at me, trading Ethan’s baby carrier for the bowling ball bag.
“I can’t say it’s been on my list of date nights, not that I’ve had too many of them anyway.” I cringed at the thought of how he might have heard that.
“Relax, sweet girl.” Evan kissed me, our lips meeting in the middle. “I plan on taking you on lots of dates. I’ll go get some snacks”