“Someone else is up.”
I groaned as she slid her hand between us, her fingers teasing the head of my cock. I grew harder, desire overtaking the teasing from minutes ago. Liv pressed against my chest, and I released my grip on her. She pushed up, settling on my hips, the warmth of her core covering my cock. I bucked up, my need beginning to overtake all my other senses. I gripped her hips as she slid along my thighs.
“You want me, Van?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Like this?” she teased, lifting one leg, letting my cock slide against her wetness.
“Fuck, yes. Give me more.”
She shifted, taking the head of me inside her. I hissed at the sensation.
“More, Van? Tell me,” she demanded. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
I loved the bossy tone. The way she teased me. How my dick felt wrapped inside her. How much deeper it wanted to go.
I met her gaze. The golden color shone in the dim light, her passion glinting and growing.
“I want to be deep inside that tight pussy of yours,” I informed her in a low voice. “I want you to ride me and come all over my cock.”
Bracing herself, she slid down another couple of inches, holding herself over me. I pressed my head into the pillow, my back arching in anticipation of what was to come next.
“Jesus, Liv. I love how you feel around my cock. You are so fucking tight.” I groaned. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
She bent low, her mouth hovering over mine. She uttered the dirtiest words I swore I had ever heard.
“Then use that huge cock of yours and loosen me up, Van.”
She sat up, engulfing me. I shouted in eagerness as she began to move. She rocked slowly, bending back and gripping my thighs. I let her set the pace, her sounds of bliss spurring me toward my release.
She began to move faster, her breath coming out in quick spurts. The grip she had on my thighs tightened. Her back arched, her hair sweeping against my skin. She moaned my name, her pussy contracting around me. With a roar, I sat up, pushing her onto her back and lifting her leg over my shoulder. Mindlessly, I drove into her, not able to be close enough, deep enough, to satisfy me. She clawed at my back, crying out and spasming around me. The feel of her—her tight center, the way her body was wrapped around mine, the smoothness of her skin sliding along me, and her sounds tipped me over the edge and I came. Hard. Deep. Cursing and shouting her name, lost in the vortex of ecstasy racing through my body.
I gathered her into my arms and collapsed back onto the mattress.
“Holy fuck, Liv. What you do to me.”
She hummed. “Yeah, I get that.”
“I lose control with you. I can’t even begin to describe what happens once we start with each other.” I kissed the crown of her head. “I have never experienced that with anyone else. Ever.”
She peeked up, her expression filled with doubt. “Really?”
I slid a finger under her chin. “Really. Making love to you is unlike anything I have ever done before now.”
“Is that what we do? Make love?”
Frowning, I rolled over, so she was under me. I pushed the tangled hair away from her face. “Every. Time. Rough, fast, slow, sweet. Every time I’m with you, Liv.”
“It’s not just fucking, then?”
“There is definitely fucking, but even then, I’m loving you, Liv. Always.” I sucked in a much-needed breath. “Because I’m falling in love with you, and I’m showing you with my body. I need you to know that. Above all else, this means everything to me.”
Her eyes—her beautiful, unique eyes—grew round. Her expression changed from worried and doubtful to happy. Joyful, in fact.
“Me too, Van. I feel so much for you and it should scare me because it’s so sudden, but it doesn’t. It feels so right. We feel so right.”
I traced her mouth with my finger. “It’s not sudden, Liv. I think we’ve been falling in love the whole time we’ve known each other. It’s simply taken us a while to get to this point.”
She kissed the end of my finger. “I think you’re right.” She played with the ends of my hair, her touch gentle. “You make me feel so special. I feel safe when I’m with you.”
“You are safe. I will never let anything happen to you. You or Mouse. You both mean too much to me.”
“I love the way you are with my daughter. She adores you.”
“The feeling is mutual. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for either of you.”
“Do you know how rare you are?” she asked, her voice filled with wonder. “So many men would never be able to love another man’s child.”
“She is a part of you, Liv. In fact, to me, she is only yours. I see all your goodness in her. Your spirit—your loving heart. She’s as easy to love as her mother.”
She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to her chest. She sighed, the sound long and shaky.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I kissed her shoulder.
“I’ve got you, Livvy. Both of you.”
The weekend went by too quickly. Before I knew it, we were picking up Sammy at Elly’s place Sunday afternoon.
Mouse was excited to see both of us and clung to my hand when I lifted her into the back seat.
“You aren’t going home right now, are you, Mr. Van?”
I tapped her on the nose. “I am, Mouse, but guess what?”
“What?”
“You and your mom are coming with me. I need to hear all about your weekend with Grammie, and I’m going to barbeque dinner for my two favorite girls.”
Her eyes grew round. “Are we having hot dogs? I love hot dogs.”
I chuckled, listening to her excitement and Liv’s groan. “Hot dogs for sure. But you have to eat all your veggies, okay?”
She pursed her lips. “Are you gonna make your ranch sauce? Because I’ll eat them all with that.”
I laughed and kissed her head. She was far too cute and clever.
“Yep. The ranch is already chilling.”
“Okay!”
I shut the door and turned to Liv. “All buckled in, Livvy?”
“Dinner?” she asked quietly. I hadn’t asked her about dinner, but I hoped she was okay with my plans.
I leaned forward on the pretext of checking her seat belt. I brushed my lips over her cheek. “I’m not ready to give you up yet. You okay with that?”
Color spread across her cheeks, but her grin was teasing. “Well, as long as there’s ranch…”
I shut the door, laughing again. They were both going to kill me—in the very best way.
Mouse’s reaction to my house was nothing short of exuberant. She dashed from room to room, offering a nonstop dialogue on some improvements. Namely, more pink and some glitter.
Everywhere.
Her favorite room was the space I had always planned as an office but never really got around to completing, so it sat empty except for a few boxes. It overlooked the backyard, and the huge maple tree that stood by the house. The bay window offered a great vantage point, and Sammy climbed up onto the hard, wooden seat, informing me she would like a cushion there next time, so she could play in the window.