Panting for breath, Blake rubs his jaw on my inner thigh, then kisses his way up my body. He stops to pay homage to my breasts. Then, wrapping my leg around his hip, I latch onto his shoulders and look into his eyes as his hand moves between us, the head of his cock sliding between my wet folds. As he slides inside me, my breath catches and my nails dig into his skin. His mouth might be talented, but there’s nothing better than being connected to him like this, being full of him, surrounded by him.
When he’s fully seated inside me, he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me softly.
“I love you,” I breathe against his mouth as he slides in and out of me slowly, each thrust hitting exactly where I need it most.
“How’d I get so lucky?” He pulls back to search my face, his expression one I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing from him. I’ve never had a man look at me the way he does, like he thinks I’m perfect, and maybe to him I am.
As his pace speeds up, our bodies become slick with perspiration, and we cling together, kissing messily. When my core starts to clench around him, I lift up and bury my face in his neck, whimpering his name. He groans mine, then tucks his hand between us and rolls his thumb over my clit, sending me flying. His hips rock into me harder and harder; then he stills deep inside of me while groaning my name. With our hearts pounding and our chests rising and falling as we attempt to catch our breath, I kiss his shoulder.
“I want you to move in with me,” he says. The panted statement catches me off guard, and I pull back so I can look into his eyes. “I know that we’re still new, but I hate it when you and Sam have to go back to your parents’, and even thinking about you two leaving tomorrow after his party is filling me with dread.”
“Blake.” I search his gaze, wanting so badly to say yes but not sure if I should. “I just . . .” I cup his jaw. “Things are good right now. What if us moving in changes that?”
“You’re here all the time, baby—nothing is going to change except where you keep your clothes.” He’s right; for the last month, we’ve spent almost every night here, and things have been good. We’ve worked out a schedule, and it’s been nice being with both him and Sam at the end of each day.
“I want you and Sam here with me. I don’t want to sleep without you or wake up in the morning without having face-to-face time with Sam.”
Swallowing, I nod while tears fill my eyes. “Okay.”
“Yeah?” he asks quietly, sliding my hair back from my forehead.
“Yeah, I want that too. I don’t like being without you, either, and I know Sam wants that too.”
“Good.” He rests his forehead against mine. “Now, what about us getting married and me adopting Sam?” he asks, and my heart melts while tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“You want to adopt Sam?”
“I want you and him both to have my last name,” he says quietly while swiping the tears away before they can fall into my hair. “How would you feel about that?”
“Everly and Sampson Graham, I love that—he would love that,” I whisper, thinking that’s the understatement of the century. Blake, even in this short time, is the man Sam has bonded with the most; he’s the guy he calls Daddy and is the one he’s always the most excited to see. Their bond is something beautiful, and every time I see them together, even in moments when they don’t know that I’m watching, I can see how much they truly love each other. And knowing that, throughout life, this bond they share will only get stronger is something I didn’t even dare to dream about.
“Then that’s our plan.” He kisses me and I kiss him back, wondering if it’s possible for one person to be too happy.
BLAKE
Standing next to Sampson’s high chair, with Everly leaning into my side and my arm wrapped around her waist, we listen as our friends and family sing him “Happy Birthday.” A year ago, I never would have thought that this would be my life, that I would not only be in love with a woman as kind, compassionate, and fiercely protective as Everly, but that I would have a kid who might not be mine by blood but is mine in every other way. Every day since Everly came into my life, I’ve woken up feeling excited about the future and thankful for the family I’m building with her. And with everything happening with my dad, I’m even more aware of how limited time really is. How no moment is ever guaranteed, so you should make sure to tell the people you love that you love them and enjoy each and every second you have together. Which is why, as soon as possible, I’m going to put a ring on Everly’s finger and make it so that she and Sam both have my last name.