“I want you to tell me everything, but only if you can stay calm about it.”
Scarlett begins her story of the upsetting phone call, and I find I’m the one struggling to remain quiet. Silently, I seethe. Her parents have unbelievable balls. The betrayal from the people who should have loved her unconditionally is incomprehensible, and I’m disappointed in the couple I’ve never met. A couple who will be my child’s grandparents. For a moment, I’m grateful once again for the parents I had. While I know their marriage wasn’t perfect, it was pretty close, and they were amazing role models. For all the trouble I’d been and put them through with my relationships, they never judged me. Their support meant everything to me over the years.
“I’m forty-two years old, and they can reduce me to a fourteen-year-old child in a heartbeat. I feel like I’ve been caught stealing or kissing.”
“As long as you’re stealing kisses from me, I don’t care what age you are. Nor do I care what they think of me. What they did to you is wrong, Scarlett. You see that, right? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I don’t like that they accused Scarlett of having an affair or even the hint of nefarious relations with me. While I can’t say Sprout was conceived in love, he was definitely conceived by two people who want each other, who care for one another, and who will be here for him every step of the way.
Scarlett shifts, struggling to twist a bit in the tub between my thighs and her changing shape.
“Bull, honey, why are you so good to me?” Her hand cups my jaw. “You say the right things, and you came for me today.”
Because I love you.
“Anything you asked, I’d do for you, Scarlett. I care about you, and I care about our baby.” My hand covers her belly, waiting on a little kick to let me know things are okay in there. While technically she didn’t ask me to come to her today, I’d never let her suffer as I felt she was earlier. I’ll always be there for her and the baby.
“Thank you for today. And all the other days ending in day that you do things for me.” Her sincerity stirs my insides as her thumb swipes along my jaw.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want to tell you what you can or cannot do with your parents, but you’ve got to let go of your feelings about them right now. Especially how easily they upset you.” I can’t believe these people don’t see the incredible woman sitting before me. Well, I wouldn’t want them to see her now, naked, but why don’t they see her beauty, her kindness, and her determination. And I’m especially concerned that they aren’t accepting of the gift she’s going to give them. My dad is thrilled to be a grandfather again. I’m the one who should be thanking Scarlett for all she gives to me.
“I learned a valuable lesson about my parents today. No matter how much I want their approval, I will never have it.” Her head drops, and her hand lowers for my chest. I quickly pick it up and press a kiss to her palm.
“I understand they are your parents, and you might want to please them, but you don’t need them, Scarlett. My family adores you, and I swear they’ll love Sprout.”
“I don’t want to be a parent like them,” she sadly states, and I sense her doubts similar to her meltdown in the baby store.
Tipping up her chin so she looks at me, I assure her, “You won’t.” I have every bit of confidence she’s going to love Sprout, and any other child she might bear, wholeheartedly. Reaching up for her cheek, I lean down for a quick kiss. As I pull back, Scarlett follows me, latching back onto my lips and kissing me back more insistently.
“Easy, girl.” I chuckle against her mouth, anxious by her urgency. Ignoring me, she shifts to her knees and returns to my mouth, hungry for me. Her tongue hesitantly comes forward, drawing mine against hers while her hands cup both my cheeks. I’m trying to be good, telling my body to be still, but my dick has a mind of its own, reacting to her between my thighs.
“I can’t get close enough.” She giggles, and my hands coast up and down her back while she straddles me, adding to the sweet torture of her nearness.
“Sweetheart, you cannot sit on me like this right now. You have to move off me.”
Leaning forward, she teases me as the center of her rests over my stiff length. “I want to move on you.”
“We are not fooling around. You just had a scare that scared the hell out of me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t hurt me. I just need to be close to you.” Her voice softens, and dammit, I can’t turn her down.
She leans forward to kiss me again. At first, her lips are slow and soft, drawing my lips into hers. Her hips rock in a tantalizing dance over my lap, stroking her folds along the length of my thick shaft. I’m instantly hard for her. Her tongue swipes at the seam of my lips, and I can’t hold back. My palm flattens on her back, and my tongue surges forward to meet hers. The kiss turns more intense once again.
“Slow,” she murmurs against my mouth.
Giving in to her command, I follow her lead as she returns to kissing me tender and sweet while she rocks with lazy drags over my stiff length. Her pussy coasts over my dick, stroking me with her lower folds while the water in the tub sloshes around us. Her hands clutch my shoulders as her eyes close and her head tips back, losing herself to the slow rhythm she’s working over my body. My hands rub up and down her lower back. I love watching her. She’s lost in her head, but that head is filled with me and this moment.
I want to be all of her moments. I want her heart full of me, too. Leaning forward, I press a kiss just above her left breast. Then I drag my tongue down the swell and circle the nipple before opening my mouth to suck at the heavy globe. Her tits are amazing, and I hungrily lap at the one. My eyes glance up at hers as I twirl my tongue around the spreading areola and over the peaked nipple. She slowly smiles without opening her eyes, and I move to the other breast, giving it equal attention.
As I lean back, her eyes open, her dance unbroken.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers. Our eyes hold, and my thoughts whisper how I want nothing more. I want to be inside her body and soul. I want to live in her heart. Please don’t break mine. The fear feels unwarranted in this position but also overwhelming. I try not to consider I might have lost Sprout today. I could have lost her. It’s extreme but not without reason. She is older and pregnant, but these are thoughts I try not to dwell on.
“I don’t want the baby to get worked up.”
“The baby likes orgasms,” she says, and I softly chuckle.
Reaching between us, she tilts up on her knees and positions my tip at her entrance. With my hands on her hips and hers moving to the edge of the tub for balance, she lowers, taking her sweet time to draw me into her heat. Then she moves in a way that her breath catches.
“Am I hurting you?”
“Never,” she whispers, her eyes full of lusty pleasure before her lids lazily close a second. “You feel incredible.” Her hips rock, rubbing her clit in a way so it hits my pubic bone, giving her the friction she desires.
My name hitches on her lips as she moves quicker, and I tap into her, thrusting my hips upward just the slightest bit. Her mouth gapes open. Her head tips forward. She’s a goddess over me.
“Look at me,” I demand. I want to look in her eyes when she falls apart, when she releases everything over me buried deep inside her body. The water rocks in the tub as we move, but we can flood this room for all I care. I don’t want her looking away from me, seeing me when she comes undone