10 Years (Time for Love 5)

The man was a master, and I may have shouted just that as I threw my head back, clenched his shoulders tightly, and enjoyed the most fantastic orgasm of my life. It was so good that when he moved his hands and began to stand, I fell to the floor like a rag doll.

“Are you okay?” Craig asked, leaning over me.

I opened one eye to see his eyes filled with concern, and his mouth trying not to quirk up.

“Just leave me here,” I managed to say breathlessly. “I’ll die a happy woman.”

Craig didn’t bother to hide his laughter at that, and I wanted to smile along with him as he put his arms under me and lifted me up, but I didn’t have the strength to manage it.

He laid me down on the bed, then got in next to me and pulled the covers up over my naked body. I snuggled into his warmth and noticed he still had his underwear on.

“I’ll be ready to give you yours in a minute … or maybe an hour. It’s too soon to tell.”

I felt his chuckle underneath my cheek.

“Don’t worry about it,” his voice rumbled beneath me. “Tonight was all about you.”

I breathed in deeply, finding comfort in the slight smell of his cologne, mixed with his male scent. It smelled like heaven and sex, all wrapped up into one sexy package. A sexy package with a magical tongue.

I sighed loudly, unembarrassed by my obvious contentment. He’d done a magnificent job making sure I was satiated; he deserved some props. He should be proud of himself … I know I was.

He brushed his hand along my hair, and I felt him undoing the braid that had been holding it together all evening. Once it was loose, he ran his fingers through it, and lulled me to sleep.

Chapter Thirty-One ~ Craig

Present Day (20 years old)

It was great to be home. As much as I loved school, and my independence, there was nothing like being in my childhood home. My mom’s cooking was the best, and my dad was always tinkering around with something. It was nice to find that some things never changed.

Even better, Cal and Shelly were there with Sophie and Timmy, my niece and nephew.

I sat at the dinner table, taking in the chatter and laughter all around me, with a smile on my face. The only thing that would have completed the scene was Gwen being there as well.

Of course, I understood that she wanted to spend time with her family, just like I did, and was currently out with her mom, Gaby, Scott, and Emma. Later, the adults would all be meeting up to see Whiskey Heat play, so it wasn’t as if I’d be away from her for long.

But I missed her.

We’d been inseparable over the last few weeks, spending the night at one or the other’s apartment. We met for coffee in between classes, or after my practices, and alternated going out and cooking dinner at home. Well … I cooked, she cleaned. The girl seriously couldn’t boil a potato, but I told her I’d teach her the basics.

Things had been great. Easy. Comfortable. And we hadn’t discussed any of the things she’d promised me we would. I’d wanted to bring it up, truly I did … But she was so happy, and we were building a wonderful relationship. I was afraid to ruin it. Afraid she’d pull away again, and now, after getting a chance to be with her this way, I didn’t know if I’d survive her cutting me out again. So I hadn’t pushed.

“You finished, son?” my dad asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

I looked down at my empty plate, then back at my father.

“Yeah, I’ve got it.” I stood and grabbed my plate, following him to the kitchen and placing it in the sink.

“I wanted to talk to you for a minute,” he said needlessly. Since he never asked me about clearing my plate, I’d gathered as much.

“Okay.”

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the breakfast nook.

My father was a handsome man. A few inches shorter than Cal and me, but still fit and active. His hair was a bit lighter than ours, which made it harder to see the grays he had threaded throughout it now, but they were there. Cal and I teased him about it all the time.

I sat, place my hands on the table, and waited … These talks with my father were not uncommon. He’d sat me down when I started playing baseball, when I’d started dating, when Cal and Shelly had split up, and when I was deciding on whether to go to college or just play ball right out of high school. Because of this, I also knew that whatever he had to say would be important.

“I’m glad to see you looking so content, son,” he began, his face serious, yet light. “The men in our family have always had a unique experience with love. We fall quickly, we fall fully, and we fall forever. Your grandfather met your grandmother when they were older than most for their time, but he knew instantly that she was the woman for him. It was the same for me with my Rose, Cal with Shelly, and you with Gwen.”