Baron

“Missed you too, baby.”

“Take me to bed,” she demands.

“We won’t make it.” I rip her sweatpants off and find that she isn't wearing any panties. “Fuck, this pussy.”

“Yes. Yes. That’s what I want.” She reaches between us and pulls my belt open and the button of pants. Once my cock is out, she uses her knees and pushes herself up before impaling herself on my hard dick.

“Fuckkkk,” I groan as her pussy wraps around me.

Up and down our bodies are thrusting together. This is going to be quick. It’s been two weeks since I’ve been inside her. It doesn’t take long for the both of us to come. She slumps forward and rests her head on my shoulder. I stand with her in my arms.

“My room is the one on the left,” she tells me, nuzzling into my neck further.

Moving into the room, I strip her down the rest of the way before gently laying her down in the bed. I stand and take the rest of my clothes off before climbing into the bed with her. Pulling her close to me, I bask in the feel of her body on mine. Just as I am about to drift off, I remember we never discussed what upset her in the first fucking place.

“Why did you walk away from me?”

“I felt like you were marrying me only to help me stay in the country. I couldn't let you.”

“That was a mistake on my part. I thought it was too soon to tell you what I feel. I was afraid it would push you away, because you would think I was crazy. Instead, not telling you what I was feeling, it pushed you away.”

“I should have been an adult about it and told you what I needed. If you still want to ask me, I would be inclined to give a different answer now that I’ve thought about it,” she tells me, rubbing circles on my abs.

“So, are you going to move in with me?” I ask, hesitantly.

“Yes,” she says sleepily. “But it has to be in my own timeframe.”

“Deal.”

Thank fuck. Now that I’ve met her, loved her, and then been without her, there is no way in hell I can ever do that again.Chapter FourteenFrannieTwo Weeks LaterI cannot believe this is happening. I literally pinched myself this morning when I woke up. Never in a million years did I see myself moving into a penthouse with a man I have known all of five weeks. It’s more than that though. It’s more than just moving in with him. We are starting a life.

We are not engaged and to some that would be an issue. But not to me. I want to make sure it is real love. Do I want to marry him someday? Absolutely! But not until he is ready. I can be patient. Especially considering I knew he was ready to call the moving truck the moment I agreed. But instead, he took a deep breath and gave me time to wrap my head around how fast everything is moving.

We have spent the last few weeks getting to know one another by spending every waking moment together doing questions and answers. To my surprise, he understood what was holding me back. Everything was happening too quickly, and I needed to feel like we knew one another.

One night when I came over for dinner, he had notepads and pencils laying on the table. I asked him what they were for and he told me it was our chance to talk about everything. Big or little. We decided to ask 100 questions. You have no clue how excited I was for this. As much as I love him, I was still clueless about the little things. I learned a number of things. Some were shocking. Others...not so surprising.

For example, his favorite color is pale pink. Obviously, this was not expected, because well...he’s a man. But then he explained. The first time he met his mom before she and Kieran adopted them, she was wearing a pale pink dress. He said that dress was in his dreams every night until they came and got them. Even after he went to live with them, he associated the color with the smell of her the first night he slept in his own room. Talk about a blubbery mess. Listening to him convey what he was feeling the night he met the Roades and as he waited for them to come and get him. I couldn’t imagine.

The next surprising thing was when I asked him his favorite song. Now a man like him, I assumed he would say something like jazz or blues. Nope. Wrong again. He said, ‘Drink You Away’ by Justin Timberlake. When I asked him why, he informed me that it is because he tried to do just that when I walked away from him. Swoon.