Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

He moaned as he jerked into me, his eyes closed and chest tight with muscle. I knew he was close and arched my back, offering him all of me. “Remy,” I moaned as I felt the approach of another release coming. He moved over me, sucking on my neck as he held me tight. Remy moaned as he shot deep inside of me, his damp body pressed against mine. I followed, tugging hard at the tie that held my hands.

He dropped to my side after a moment, breathing heavily. “It had always felt like that with you, Celia. It always will,” he murmured as he stroked my stomach gently.

Eventually he untied me and went to get us some water. The house was a mess, but we’d have help tomorrow to clean it up. Tonight was for us.

We slept in late, making love one more time before finally passing out. I opened my eyes to the bright room, noting the naked man wrapped around me. Remy was perfect, and I smiled as I stared at him.

He woke up slowly once my mouth was wrapped around him, sucking him deep into my throat. Remy gasped and opened his eyes, gripping my hair as he jerked up. “Fuck, Celia.” He moaned as he held me, swelling inside of me. “You can wake me up this way… every… morning.” Remy was gasping as I bobbed over him, my hands stroking his balls as moved. He taught me how to do this the way he liked it and I never turned down the opportunity. He told me that he was close, and I pressed down, sucking him harder. When he came, I drank him in as I struggled to breathe. It was so worth it.

We made our way into the shower and took our time, sucking and licking under the steady stream of warm water. I felt him press me to the shower wall and slide into me, holding me as I moaned his name. We moved slow and deep this time, taking our time until we were coming together.

We washed off and got out, smiling at each other as we dried off. I dressed in a loose skirt that hung down to my knees and a tank top before heading down to make coffee. I knew that there was an assortment of pastries for us in the fridge for breakfast to tide us over until his family came over to help clean and make brunch.

Three years later

Remy

I walked out to the deck with two beers, walking down to the beach to hand Ryan one before sipping my own. I looked at my sister as she played with May and her twins Ellen and Elliot. They were one now, and she kept a close eye on them near the water as she encouraged her daughter to build her a castle. It was still surreal to see my sister as a mother sometimes, but she was great. My mom was there helping her and completely in her element. Her four grandchildren brought her such joy, and I watched her as she laughed in delight at the twins.

I did say four. Celia gave birth to our daughter a year after our wedding and Maisie was the most beautiful baby I ever laid eyes on. I could be biased, but she had her mom’s eyes and sweet little mouth and won my heart from the second I saw her.

I heard them coming out of the house and glanced up. Maisie’s dark curls were blowing in the wind as Celia asked if she was sure she didn’t need to go potty more. My daughter had a way of getting distracted out on the beach and they butted heads with the training sometimes. I smiled as Celia met my gaze with a soft shake of her head and a grin. She walked Maisie down the stairs and let her go, watching as she ran to join her cousins.

“I swear that girl doesn’t listen to a word I say.” I walked over, wrapping one arm around her as I felt her swollen belly. Our son was due in four months and I couldn’t wait to meet him.

“She’s going to be an amazing adult someday. Just not so much as a toddler,” I reminded her as Celia laughed. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail and the curls blew it around as she dropped her head back against me.

“I know.” We watched as Maisie played with May, both dancing around their grandma as they laughed.

I never thought I’d have this. I looked around the beach that we spent most of our lives on with a grin, feeling the slight movement of the baby in Celia’s belly. We were here every night after dinner and on the weekends or at my parents for dinner every Sunday. Ryan joined the tradition by buying beach house two doors down once he got into a popular movie series, giving him a long string of success.