“How invested are you?” she asks, reaching between us and stroking my cock over the sweats I changed into.
“It’s more than just my cock that wants this with you,” I tell her. I watch as her brown eyes soften. “I want you. Not just in my bed, but in my house and in my life. You make my life brighter, happier, and Camden is thriving with your love and care.”
“I do love him,” she whispers.
“I know you do. He loves you, too, and we need you. My boy and I—” I stop, not sure of the words I’m looking for. “We’re better with you” is what I finally settle on. It doesn’t seem adequate enough, but it’s all I can come up with when her hand is stroking my cock. “This isn’t a onetime thing for me. This is a ‘we’re in this, and hoping there are great things in our future’ kind of thing,” I admit.
“I love my time with him. With both of you. That’s why I feel bad that you’re paying me to be here, when I’d be here no matter what.”
“For now, that’s how it’s going to have to be. Unless you’re willing to use my card for all of your expenses, which I know you well enough to know that’s not an option.”
“No. I’m not standing here with you because of the balance of your bank account, Baker.” There’s some sass in her tone, and I fucking love it.
“I know that. That’s why this is what we’re doing for now. We’ll take it one day at a time. I know this isn’t exactly a sexy conversation, but it’s important that we’re on the same page. Not just for Camden, but for us.”
“Same page, same book, same paragraph.” She grins.
“Good. Now, let’s get you out of the rest of these clothes.”
“What about you?”
Stepping back, I pull my T-shirt over my head, drop my sweats—taking my boxer briefs with them—and pull off my socks, tossing them all to the side. My cock bobs against my abs, and my girl licks her lips. “Waiting on you, gorgeous,” I say, my voice gritty with desire.
Without a word, she pulls off the tank top she was wearing beneath her jersey. My eyes follow every move she makes as she unfastens her jeans and shimmies out of them. “Forgot these,” she says, sliding her index finger beneath the waistband of her panties, then seductively slides them over her hips, before kicking them to the side. “I think I’m going to need some help with this last piece.” She turns her back to me, moving her hair over her shoulder.
Reaching out, I slowly trail my index finger over her spine. Goose bumps break out across her skin—her very soft, kissable skin. She feels like silk beneath my fingertips. Teasing her, delaying what we’re both craving, I run my finger beneath the band of her bra, but I don’t move to unfasten it.
“Baker.” It’s half whine, half warning, and I love that she wants this as much as I do.
Finally, I grip the clasp, unlocking each hook. She immediately pulls each strap over her shoulders and lets her bra land on the floor as she turns to face me.
She steps close, her tits pressing against my chest. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I kiss her like it might be my last chance ever to do so. She strokes my cock, and as much as I hate to, I have to pull back. It’s been a long time for me, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to come anywhere but inside her.
“You’re going to have to stop that,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck.
“But I like the feel of you in my hands.”
“Trust me, I like it, too, but it’s been… a while for me, and this is on track to end before it even begins if you don’t stop,” I tell her, my hand making its way to her pussy. I gently roll my thumb over her clit, and she moans.
“How long?” she asks. Her eyes are closed, and her head is tilted back, enjoying the feel of my hands on her.
Carefully, I slip one long digit inside her, and she moans. “Natasha. The night Camden was conceived,” I confess, adding another finger.
Her eyes pop open, and she holds my gaze. “No one since then?”
I shake my head. “I was going to be a father. A single, coparenting father. I didn’t have time for anything else.” I can see the question in her eyes, so I keep going. “I have time for you. You’re different, Sloane. You’re special, and you make me feel things I’ve never felt before. You make me crave time with you, no matter what we’re doing. This is different,” I say, as I lazily pump my fingers in and out of her.
“It’s been a while for me1, too,” she admits. “About two years-ish. I was tired of giving myself to deadbeat dates. I was waiting for more.” She releases her grip on my cock and moves her palms to rest against my cheeks. “You’re my more, Baker.”
I catalog the look in her eyes and the sincerity in her voice in my mind. I was already feeling it, but in this moment, honestly… I’m falling in love with her. It’s scary and intense, and it’s also exciting, and it feels more right than anything in life ever has outside of my son and football.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“I need you to come first,” I say, increasing the speed of my fingers that are inside her.
“No. Together. We do this together.”
“Babe, I don’t know if I’ll be able to last,” I admit. Although embarrassing, it’s the truth. My cock has been neglected, and her tight, wet heat wrapped around me is going to send me over the edge.
