Chapter Four
Troi
Waking up next to him is amazing. He did things to my body that no other man ever will, and it thrills me. Of course, he says I’m the only one too, and I am not sure I believe that, but it could be true and that thrills me too.
I like the idea of being each other’s one and only. He’s lying on his stomach, facing away from me. He’s even snoring slightly, which is the only thing that makes me think that last night was real; otherwise, I would have thought it was a dream.
I get out of bed and pull a robe on before going to the kitchen. I pull out eggs, bacon, and milk. I crack the eggs into the pan for sunny side up eggs, glad I asked the question last night. I don’t know what I was thinking, but all I know is that I wasn’t thinking clearly. He had me all jumbled from the second I turned to look at him, laughing at me.
I finish up breakfast and pour him a cup of coffee, carrying it all into my bedroom. I look down at him, now on his back, and smile. I set the plate and cup down on the nightstand before leaning down and kissing him.
“That’s the best way I’ve ever been woken up,” he says.
“Liar,” I say playfully.
“Truly, baby.”
“Hmm, eat up. I gotta sneak you out of here,” I tell him.
“Really? Why?”
“You know about my family, sure, but you being here won’t be the best thing to happen on a Wednesday morning around here.”
“I know all about your family, trust me. If they have a problem with me, we’ll have to deal with it head-on because I’m never leaving. I thought we established that last night.”
“You were serious?” I ask. “I thought that was just something you were saying in the moment.”
“Fuck no, you’re mine,” he says, pulling me on top of him.
“You’re breakfast,” I warn, but I don’t mean it.
“I’ll eat when I’m dead.”
He lifts me up a little and pulls the blanket off of him, then opens my robe and pulls it away from my body. Gripping my hips, he guides my pussy down over his cock until I am fully seated on him. Then we begin to move together, and I forget all the reasons this could be bad and just feel. Feel him inside me, owning me. I feel all my emotions bubbling to the surface as I fall over the edge and into love with him.
I chant nonsense as I reach for the orgasm that has me riding him with wild abandon.
“Good girl, come for me. Give me that cream,” he demands, and I have no choice but to give him exactly what he wants. With my head thrown back, I scream his name. “I’m going to breed you and make you my wife. You are my heart, Troi,” he says as his grip on my hips gets tighter and tighter as he grunts his finish inside of me.
Even after we are done, we don’t move other than fleeting kisses we place on each other’s bodies.
“Are you done?” I hear my mom calling from the other room.
“Oh, my God. It’s my mother,” I say, scrambling to get off of him, but he doesn’t loosen his grip on me. In fact, he just chuckles.
“Calm down, baby. I meant what I said.”
“Okay, I believe you, but there is a big ass difference between my family knowing about us and seeing us. Besides, I don’t really want my mom to see you naked.”
“Your dad probably wouldn't want that either.”
“Uh, no. He’s killed men for looking at her wrong. This would send him over the edge.”
“I don’t doubt it, I’m beginning to understand the sentiment myself.” Yet, despite all the dirty things we’ve done, I find myself still blushing at his words.
“Are you going to answer me, Troi?”
“Yeah, mama. I’ll be right out.”
“Hurry up. I just need your oven, but I don’t think it’s ever been turned on.”
“New Year's Dinner,” I whisper.
“Go, baby. I’ll jump in the shower.”
“Okay,” I say, then he kisses me again. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t pulled back. I climb off of him and pull my robe back on.
When I get out into the kitchen, I see my mom, my aunts Bryn and Bella, and my cousin Autumn standing there, stifling their laughter.
“Who is it? One of the men?” Bella asks in a whisper.
“God, no. I would never. He was at the party last night, Kyle Beckner.”
“The president’s son?” my mom asks.
“What?”
“His father was the President of the United States about twenty years ago now.”
“I thought the name sounded familiar, but I didn’t put two and two together. What temperature do you need?” I ask.
“Three seventy-five,” Mom says, and I push the buttons getting it up there.