Vegas, Baby - Volume 3

“What do you mean I am home?” she squeaked. I almost rolled my eyes. Had she missed everything else I’d said by fixating on that one thing in the beginning?

“Just what I said, Amelia. This is your home now. Our home.”

“But I live in a whole other state,” she argued weakly.

I shrugged. “You can work from anywhere, right?”

“Yes, but—”

“I’ll arrange to have your things packed up tomorrow, and everything should be here the day after that.”

Amelia stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then she sighed and laid her head on my chest. “I’m not denying I feel the pull between us. You are more than I ever dreamed a man could be. It’s not that I don’t want to pursue a relationship, but I don’t understand how you can be so sure.”

I curled my index finger under her chin and nudged her head up. She dropped it back so she could look up at me. “Because I love you, beautiful. You’re the other half of my soul, and from the moment we met, I felt complete.”

Her lips parted and her eyes widened, but what I saw in their depths was hope. “Do you really believe in love at first sight?” she asked tentatively.

I nodded firmly. “I’ll admit, I didn’t really believe it until it happened to me, but I’ve seen it over and over.” Her whole face softened, and I stifled the urge to kiss her and take her back to bed. I needed one thing first. “Stop thinking so hard, Amelia. What does your heart tell you?”

She studied my face for a couple of very long seconds, then a smile lit up her face. “I love you too, Zack.”

I cupped her cheeks in my palms and brushed a kiss over her lips. “You have no idea what those words do to me, beautiful.”

She was already pressed tightly against me and could no doubt feel my desire. Still, I rocked my hips a little so the long, thick bulge in my pants pushed into her stomach.

“Show me,” she moaned. I covered her mouth with mine, plunging my tongue in to taste her sweetness. I groaned, and my hands slid down her body to cup her ass and lift her. Her legs automatically circled my waist, and I moved to the nearest wall and pressed her back against it. I slipped one hand under her shirt and brought it to rest on the underswell of her breast.

“Dad!” Delia’s voice suddenly shattered the moment, and I groaned at the interruption, burying my head in Amelia’s neck.

She giggled, and I growled, “This shit is not funny, Amelia. I’m dying here ” My words only made her giggle harder, and I grunted in frustration as I lifted my head and slowly lowered Amelia to her feet. Then I took a few deep breaths to will my dick to calm down before calling, “In the kitchen, sweetie.”

Delia snorted, the sound coming from the hallway just outside the entrance to the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m not coming in there. I know exactly what’s going on in that kitchen. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to Kim’s to study for our finals. So...carry on.”

Amelia blushed bright red and dropped her forehead to my chest. She didn’t make a sound, but her shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. When we heard the front door slam shut, she stopped trying to hold it in and collapsed against me in a fit of giggles.

I would have joined her if I hadn’t been aching with the need to be inside her. In a flash, I had her shirt whipped over her head and lifted her with her legs wrapped around me and her back supported against the wall. Her laughter melted into a ragged moan when I sucked a hard, pink nipple into my mouth. I rocked into her, pressing my shaft into the heat of her center.

After switching tits, I licked and nibbled while I reached for the waistband of my sweats and freed my painfully swollen cock. I let her nipple go with a little pop and returned to drink from her mouth as I used the same hand to yank the boxers she was wearing to the side. I pushed a finger into her slick pussy, testing to see if she was ready for me. Amelia was small, but she’d taken me fully inside her every time we’d made love.

But this time, I was feeling desperate and out of control. I wanted to fuck her hard, and my last vestiges of sense warmed me to make sure she could handle it. “Damn, you’re tight as fuck,” I groaned. But she was so slick that my digit easily slid into her channel. I pumped it a few times and used my thumb to rub her clit. She cried out my name, and it pushed me over the edge of sanity. “Are you ready for more, beautiful?”