The Inevitable

Just as I’m taking him back into my mouth, he fists the back of my scalp. I think for a second, he’s going to face fuck me, and right now, as turned on as I am, I probably wouldn’t mind.

But instead, he gathers my hair and gently pulls my mouth off him, bringing me to a standing position.

“As much as I enjoy your pretty lips wrapped around my dick, I need to be inside you.” He lifts me back onto the table, pushes my legs apart, and pulls me to the edge. He reaches down and grabs the condom his brother jokingly gave him and rips it open with his teeth. He rolls it over his shaft and then grabs my thighs, hauling my legs over his forearms.

His lips capture mine as he drives into me hard and deep. We’re so close I can feel his heart beating erratically against my own. As if we’ve become one in every way possible.

His thumb finds my clit, and with a few strokes, I detonate, my climax hitting me hard and fast. Kolton moans into my mouth, and even though he’s wearing a condom, I can feel when his orgasm hits him and his warm seed fills the rubber barrier.

Our kiss ends, and he drops his face into the crook of my neck, trying to catch his breath. “You realize what you just did, right?” he asks, lifting his head to look me in the eyes.

“What?”

“You solidified everything I already knew. How good we would be together… How amazing you would feel.” He presses his mouth to mine in a quick yet punishing kiss before he pulls back, leaving my head spinning. “You know what this means, right?”

“No… what?”

“You’re mine.”

Chapter Eight

Kolton

“Is that box from Dunky Donuts?” Zane asks, his eyes lighting up.

“Yep.” I open the box, just long enough for him to get a peek before I close it. “Go grab some plates.”

He rushes into the kitchen, giving me enough time to drop the box on to the table and pull Sierra into my arms for a kiss. “Fuck, I missed you,” I mutter against her lips.

“It’s only been a few hours.” She giggles, peppering me with several quick kisses before stepping back.

“A few hours too many,” I whine, fully aware I sound like a child. But in my defense, after spending the night before with Sierra in my bed and me in her all damn night, it was hard to spend last night alone. But she was watching Zane and didn’t feel it was appropriate for me to spend the night, so to respect her wishes, after we finished watching SpongeBob for the second time, I took off, leaving her to put Zane to bed.

She rolls her eyes. “We spent the night on the phone.”

“Yeah, we did.” I grin, remembering the phone sex we had. It was hot as fuck, but not the same as the real thing.

“Got ’em!” Zane yells, thrusting the plates at me. “Can I have three?”

“You can have one,” Sierra says, opening the box so he can choose the one he wants.

“I’ll grab the milk,” I offer.

As the three of us sit at the table, eating donuts and drinking our milk, I can’t take my eyes off Sierra. She talks and jokes with Zane, laughing and smiling the entire time. She’s so attentive and patient with him. My mind goes to what it would be like to have a baby with her, to create a family together.

“What?” she asks when she catches me staring.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” I didn’t mean for the words to come out, but fuck it, she already knows I’m obsessed with her.

A blush creeps up her neck. “Kolton…”

“Can I do my puzzle?” Zane asks.

“Yeah,” she tells him, her eyes never leaving mine. “Go wash your hands first.”

He jumps off the chair and runs down the hallway, leaving us alone.

“I mean it,” I say, edging closer into her personal space. “I know it’s too soon, but I can’t help how I feel.”

“I feel it too,” she admits. “I’m falling in love with you too. And that should scare the hell out of me, but it doesn’t.”

“Auntie Sierra! I can’t pump the soap,” Zane calls out.

Sierra leans over and presses a soft kiss to the corner of my mouth before she gets up to go help Zane. I clean up the mess, and when I go back to check on them, Zane is on the floor in his room, dumping his puzzle out.

“C’mon, Uncle Kolton,” he says. “We have to put the million trillion pieces together to make SpongeBob!”

We’re putting the last pieces of the pineapple together when the door opens.

“Blakely and Keegan must be back,” Sierra says, standing. “I didn’t think they were returning until later.”

“Go tell them I only have two pieces left,” Zane says, his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth in concentration.