As soon as my clothes are off and he’s naked enough to fuck, I use all my body weight to tackle him. “I’m not going to be gentle, and there’s going to be nothing slow about this,” I tell him as I slide my throbbing pussy against his cock.
“Condom,” he whispers.
I put my finger over his lips, needing to feel his bare skin against mine again. “I’m clean,” I say, feeding him the line he gave me last time.
In all the years I was with Mitchell, we never used birth control, and never once was my period late. The doctor said I’d need medical intervention to get pregnant, so fucking Angelo with no protection isn’t an issue.
I rear up, lifting my lower half above him using my knees. He gazes up at me as he grips my hips, stopping me. “I’m yours, Tilly,” he says before I slam my pussy down on his long, thick shaft.
He gasps, writhing underneath my weight as I buck, riding him hard and rough. I straighten my back and grind my clit against his hard flesh, driving myself closer to orgasm.
“Tell me again,” I say as I lift myself up, waiting to hear the words.
His fingers dig into my hips, trying to make me move, but I’m not budging. “I’m yours,” he repeats as he tightens his grip on me.
I ride him hard, fast, and unrelenting as I steady myself against his body, using my fingertips to balance against his ridiculously hard pecs. I gasp when he lifts his ass upward, meeting my thrust and driving his cock deeper.
“You’re mine,” he grunts, flipping the script as he pounds into me from underneath. His hands are still on my hips, controlling and directing my movements. “Always mine.”
24
Angelo
Tate crawls into my lap and curls her tiny body against my chest. “Daddy.” She peers up at me with her big blue eyes. “Is Tilly going to be our new mom?”
There’s no manual for these types of questions, but there sure as hell should be. There’re a million manuals on feeding, sleeping, and ways to raise your kids without killing them in the process. But I haven’t found anything that has taught me how to deal with the death of a parent and finding a new love that’s worth a damn.
I kiss her hair and inhale the sweet strawberry scent of her baby shampoo. “Baby, your mom will always be your mom.”
She blinks a few times as her lips purse. “I know, but what’s Tilly going to be?”
I hold her tightly, wishing I could keep her this size forever. “What do you want her to be?”
I’ve learned a lot about life from my kids. They have an enduring ability to see the good in all things, no matter how dark shit gets. They view everything differently from adults, even relationships. Their minds aren’t cluttered with hurt from the past, even though they’ve lost more than most at their young ages.
Tate pulls at her bottom lip as she stares at me. “Is she going to live with us?”
Tate’s getting way ahead of herself, but I can’t deny I’ve thought about what the future’s going to hold. We haven’t talked about if we’re going to live together or get married. We’re still too new for me to pull the trigger on something so big.
If it were just me, I’d have no issue jumping the gun and marrying Tilly, making sure she’s mine forever. But with the kids…everything is hard. I have to think ten steps ahead and make sure I’m not going to fuck up their little minds.
“Not yet.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Why?”
“Tilly has her own place, baby.”
“Can she sleep over sometimes?”
I laugh softly. “Do you want her to?”
Tate nods quickly. “She’s fun.”
“And I’m not?”
“Well.” She glances away. “Sometimes you are.”
I try not to let her words slay me, even though there’s a bite to them. I know I haven’t been the most fun parent the last few years. My head’s been elsewhere, and my heart’s been broken. Tilly’s like a breath of fresh air carrying cupcakes and smiles, while I’m the grumpy bastard who doesn’t always want to have a tea party.
