“No way you could’ve known. Your parents never told you that you were adopted.”
“I still don’t get why they kept it from me.”
“I’m sure they knew who your father was.”
Her eyes narrowed as she replied, “But he was just a kid.”
“I’m sure it was his family they were concerned about.”
“If that’s so, it would explain so much.” She glanced down at the letter once more as she muttered, “Marie Sanchez. 26 Chapel Drive, Bandera, Texas.”
After several moments, I asked, “So, are you glad you looked?”
“I think so.” She looked back down at the paper as she said, “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this.”
“Do you want to meet her?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. I mean, she is my biological mother. It would be nice to actually meet her.”
“Then, reach out to her. Let her know you’re interested.”
“But what if she doesn’t want to meet me?”
“You won’t know unless you try.”
“I guess you’re right.” She looked up at me and smiled as she said, “Thank you ... for everything. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you these past couple of days.”
“Anything for you, babe.” I chuckled as I teased. “I’ll even deal with your snoring.”
“I already told you, mister!” Her eyes narrowed. “I do not snore!”
I reached over and grabbed her, pulling her into my lap as I taunted, “Sorry, babe, but you do. Don’t worry. I don’t mind. In fact, I kind of like it. You’re my own personal sound machine.”
“Rafe! Stop!” Marlowe looked absolutely adorable as she gave me a light shove and pouted. “I might rattle a little, but it’s not as bad as all that.”
“You know what?”
“I like you just the way you are...snore and all.”
“I like you, too, even when you’re making up wicked lies about me.”
“Wicked?” I lowered my mouth to her shoulder and started trailing kisses along the curve of her neck. “Baby, you haven’t seen wicked yet.”
My mouth met hers, and as soon as her lips touched mine, I was done. Like every time I was close to her, I found it impossible to restrain myself. My hands had a mind of their own, and it wasn’t long before they started drifting over her body. Marlowe moaned with pleasure as her fingers raked through my hair and down the back of my neck. Her hips rocked against me, making the blood rush to my cock, and I couldn’t take it a moment longer. I had to have her.
Without any warning, I stood, lifting her up along with me and started out of the living room. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom. As soon as I dropped her down onto the bed, she reached for her jeans and began shimmying them down over her hips. When she got them to her ankles, I grabbed them and gave them a quick tug. As I tossed them on the floor, I was growing more impatient to be inside her. My cock was practically prying against the zipper of my jeans as I pulled my t-shirt over my head and dropped it. I made quick work of my jeans, kicking them onto the floor beside hers. As I reached for my boxer briefs, Marlowe bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as I removed my boxers and quickly slipped on a condom.
A soft smile crossed her face as I approached the bed, but when I yanked her panties to the side and spread her thighs wide on the mattress, her face instantly went serious. Her eyes darkened with desire as her mouth opened with a small gasp as I drove into her with a hard, tormenting thrust. I watched as her back arched off the bed and her mouth stretched into an exaggerated O.
Again and again, I drove into her with a punishing rhythm. Our bodies fused into a tangle of lust and desire, and it wasn’t long before her body clenched around my cock, squeezing me like a fucking vise. She felt so good, so damn tight, it was impossible for me to slow my impending release. I drove into her one last time, burying myself deep inside her as I came long and hard. I stayed there for a moment, relishing in the sensation, then removed my condom and tossed it in the trash. I lay down next to her, and we both remained perfectly still as we stared up at the ceiling in a complete haze.
After catching her breath, Marlowe rolled to her side and studied me for a moment. I could tell by the way she was looking at me she had something on her mind, so I asked, “Whatcha thinking about over there?”
“You.” I held her gaze as she whispered, “I know this might sound crazy and it’s probably way too fast, but...I love you, Rafe.”