Coming Home For Her

“I told you it would be fine.” I kiss her on the shell of her ear. Her neck is her weak spot. Anytime I kiss her there she melts in my hands. Over the years I’ve learned as much as I could about her. It was an obsession, but the things I’ve learned over the past few days are important shit I need to know about my woman.

“How are you always hard?” She laughs, wiggling her ass on my cock.

“You’re near.” If I thought it was bad before, it’s way worse now that I know what it feels like to be inside of her. It was a thousand times better than anything I could have dreamed of. Sex and everything that comes with it is different when you’re in love. I don’t care how sappy it sounds, it’s the damn truth.

“She’s excited. A little upset that I hid my crush, but she understands it.”

“Of course she does.” She shifts in my lap to straddle me. She hesitates for a moment. “She’s already planning our wedding.”

“Are you surprised?” I let out a chuckle.

“I guess not, but we’re not even engaged.” She bites her lip, looking down.

“One thing at a time. We need to get the shit handled with the asshole from the shelter.” Her face scrunches at the reminder. “That brings me to our first step. You're moving in here. It’s safer here.”

“No.” She shakes her head.

I grip her hips. “No?”

“I’m not moving in with you because you’re worried about me. I’ll stay here, sure.”

I’m not following her train of thought. “Yeah, you’ll stay here permanently.” She tilts her chin up, and I know what’s coming, but I grab it, pulling it back down, not letting her go. “You’re moving in.”

“Beau, I’m not moving in because of that.” She says it this time with less power behind her words.

“Why? I don’t understand. We’re in love. You’re talking about our wedding.” I release her chin. Her eyes fill with tears. Fuck me, what did I say wrong? This lack of relationship experience is really coming back to bite me in the ass because I have no idea what I’m doing here clearly.

“You love me?”

“Yes, I fucking love you. What are you talking about?”

A smile spreads across her face. “I’ll move in if it’s because you love me and…”

“And I refuse to spend another night without you in my bed. We’ve done enough of that. I’m all in, Carey.”

“Okay,” she agrees. I feel myself relax for the first time in a really long time. “I didn't want to move in only because you’re worried about this guy. I want you to want me here.”

“I don’t want you here. I need you here. Big fucking difference.”

“We'll have to tell my dads about this tonight.” She smirks. “Are you nervous?”

“A little.” I shift.

“They adore you. Plus your parents are coming too. They invited them over.” She beams. “This is a dream for me. All of us together.” She’s right. It really is.

“I agree. But I do want to take it a little slow.” Her eyebrows pull together. “I get why Logan rushed down the aisle. A big part of me is telling me to do the same, but let's give our family time to enjoy planning this. A few months at most, though. You could be pregnant already.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I’m a nurse and I never even brought up protection.” She rolls her eyes.

“Because neither of us wanted it.” Like she said, she’s a nurse. She and I both knew what we were doing.

“Why is this turning me on?” She presses her pussy down on my cock.

“We can’t be late.”

She licks her lips. “A quickie. Isn't that what it’s called?” Fuck it. There is no telling her no. Not that I ever want to.

18

Carey

I smile down at my phone, seeing the heart emoji Beau sent me. My man is not the world's best texter, but he’s trying. When we were lying in bed last night I downloaded the emoji app on his phone. He’s getting the hang of it.

“You’re head over heels,” Peter says, stealing a grape from the bowl on my desk. Winter break was over a few weeks ago. Beau was against me returning to work with everything still up in the air with Brock, but life has to go on. Plus, I’m not letting that jerkface control my life. He’d probably get off on it. I’m hoping he’s gone for good. It’s been weeks, and there has been no sign of him. Hopefully, he got the message and moved on at this point.

“I’m beyond head over heels,” I admit, sending a text back to Beau before putting my phone back down. I hop up on my desk to sit down. It’s been a slow day, thankfully. I swear I either have a line of little ones at my door or crickets.