“Better put her down before that drool ends up in your mouth,” Roe said with a laugh as she looked up.
“You wouldn’t do that to me, would you, Kins?” I asked, and she answered with a long thread of drool slipping from her chubby cheeks. I quickly righted her, the line becoming a wet spot on her clothes. “Or you would.”
I breathed in a strong garlic smell and looked to the kitchen wall.
“See, I mentioned pasta yesterday and what is Mommy making? Spaghetti.” I growled the last word while playing that I was eating her belly. A peal of laughter left her, and she patted her hands against my face.
When I looked back to Roe, I was stunned by the soft, sweet smile on her face. It was completely unguarded and took my breath away.
The sudden need to know what caused such an expression took over so that I could get her to replicate it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“I like this.”
“Me too, but you have this sweet smile that is in contradiction to the woman I know.”
She threw her hand into my stomach. It was a common move I’d come to expect when I said something I knew would embarrass her.
“You were saying?”
“I like this.”
“And what is this?”
She stepped up and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I like that I can be a balance of myself with you. Old Roe and Mommy Roe. It feels good.”
“I like it too. Seeing you free, unafraid to show your devotion to Kinsey, because if you didn’t get it already, I’m not going anywhere. Kinda stuck with me.”
“Like a bad tattoo. No regerts.”
I tilted my head back in laughter. It was the quintessential reminder to check the spelling before it was forever etched into your skin—misspelling no regrets to read no regerts. “Did you just say I was a bad tattoo?”
“I may have likened you to one.”
“So sassy. I feel like tonight I really am going to have to show you who’s boss in this relationship.”
She poked Kinsey in the belly, tickling her. “Kinsey will, right when you’re mid-stoke. She’ll let you know who the boss is. She has impeccable timing.”
“Challenge accepted.”
After eating, we put Kinsey down for the night. She’d become more accustomed to my presence, making bedtime a little easier each night.
“How does your guardianship work?” I asked as we cuddled on the couch together.
“It’s called Kinship Care. Kind of like fostering. I was awarded guardianship by a judge, but after what happened, I’ve decided I’m going to petition for adoption. I’ll lose some of the financial aid I receive and her Medicaid, but I don’t think Ryn is ever going to get clean and if she does, who knows how old Kinsey will be. I couldn’t bear raising her until she’s ten or twelve and then handing her over to someone who is essentially a stranger.”
I looked down at her, stunned. The court wouldn’t do that, would they? “Could that happen?”
She shrugged. “It’s possible. But there are a lot of what-ifs and possibilities I don’t even want to think about. I want to adopt her. I want to be her mom always.”
“I’ll help you in any way I can.”
She tilted her head back to look up at me. “Why?”
“Because you are her mother. Your love and devotion…growing up, I wished I had a quarter of the love from my mother that you give Kinsey.”
She stretched up and pressed her lips to mine. A moan left me when she straddled my hips and deepened the kiss.
From the moment her lips touched mine, the passion we shared exploded.
It was no longer gentle, but frenzied movements that had us peeling off clothing. I barely had my pants to my thighs when she straddled me again and sank down on my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed. My eyes rolled back at the feel of flesh on flesh for the first time all week, thanks to her period.
Her hips rolled, and I groaned out. I pulled her to me, smashing her breast right into my mouth. She drew in a sharp breath, her arms wrapping around my shoulders and into my hair. With each flex of my hips up, a stunted cry fell from her lips as she tried not to wake the baby.
We moved as one, tightly wrapped up in each other as she rode me. I tugged on her piercing, groaning as she squeezed around me. I wanted her to come, but the slow, sensual pace with no barrier had my cum threatening to burst out before she got there.
Reaching between us, I ran my hand down and strummed my fingers against her clit. The roll of her hips increased, and she bit down on her bottom lip as our eyes locked. Her pussy tightened, and I needed her to come before I lost it.
“Come on, baby. Come around my cock. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Her forehead fell against mine, a sign she was close. I took control, gripping her hips and changing the angle so that I could thrust up faster, drilling her. She slid down and hid her face in my neck to muffle her cries. A growl left me as I pushed and pulled her along my length in time with my thrusts at a maddening speed.
When her teeth sank into my neck, I lost all control. She was shaking in my arms as she came, and I pushed into her as deep as I could as wave after wave of cum exploded.
As we came down, I relaxed back into the cushion. She was boneless on me, and I stroked her back.
“I won the challenge,” I said as I turned to kiss her cheek. A small giggle left her, but a moment later, my exhausted girlfriend was asleep with my dick still buried inside her.
I hoped I was proving to her that her insecurities about me were unfounded, because now that I had her, I wasn’t going to let her go.
I loved spending time with Thane at home, but I also found I loved spending time with him at the office. All the tension aside, I found we worked quite well together. Two weeks of relative ease had passed, making the first few weeks seem like a bad dream.
“I have your coffee, Mr. Carthwright.”
A groan left him and he licked his lips, his hand reaching out to squeeze my ass.
“You really need to not do that.”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Cut the innocent act. You know you’re a tease.”
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, then again. The phone rang and he pulled away, but I grabbed onto his tie and pulled him back.
“Roe,” he chuckled against my lips.
I stood and picked up the receiver. “Thane Carthwright’s office, how may I help you?”
It was one of the Worthington people, and I handed the phone over before walking out of the office.
I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. I was so happy. Happier than I’d even been before. I’d never been more thrilled to be proven wrong, because every day with him was better than the one before.
After looking over Thane’s schedule and his assistant’s email, I found the rare time where I could work on my real work.
Donte had been doing a fantastic job on his own, but I hated that I wasn’t there to help as much as I should have been. He’d come over a few times and we hashed some things out, but it wasn’t the same.
The idea did come to me to talk to Thane about releasing me back to Marketing, but every time I thought about bringing it up, I couldn’t get the words out. As much as I missed my work, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him before Crystal returned.