My control is slipping further and further away from me. It’s starting to slip from my grasp, and then she comes. Her pussy squeezes me so tightly that my neck bows, and I throw my head backward.
The small of my back tingles, my balls draw up, and I come. Slamming inside of her one last time, I bury myself deep, my cock twitching as it empties inside of her. My arms give out, my elbows bending as I lower myself against her chest, burying my face in the side of her throat, my lips finding her skin there before I kiss her.
Sucking on the tender flesh of her throat, I continue to move inside of her with lazy strokes until her pussy stops milking me. Until her entire body goes boneless. Until there isn’t an ounce of cum left inside of me. Only then do I reluctantly lift myself off her and roll over to lie next to her.
We lie next to one another, both of us catching our breath and as she starts to move away from me, I reach across her belly and gently roll her back, then continue to roll her over until she is facing me.
“I need to cover up,” she whispers.
Frowning, I flick my gaze down to her nakedness, then slide it back up to meet hers. “Why?” I ask.
She presses her lips together, her eyes widening as she searches mine. “Eli,” she whispers, but it’s more in a warning tone.
I don’t understand what the fuck she’s getting at. Arching a brow, I clear my throat as I watch her, waiting for her to expand on her warning whisper, but she doesn’t say anything else.
“Wrenly, what?” I ask. “Why do you think you need to cover anything?”
She inhales a deep breath and holds it before she lets it out slowly. “You’re going to make me say it?” she asks. I drag my fingertips along the side of her waist, down to her hip, and back up to the bottom of her rib cage again.
“I guess I am because where I’m sitting,” I say, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip as my gaze scans her naked flesh, “you look fucking amazing, baby.”
“I’ve had a baby, Eli. Nothing is where it used to be. Nothing is as tight and trim as it used to be.”
I almost burst out laughing because I was just inside of her, and if memory serves me correctly, that part of her is just as tight as it was two years ago. Instead of laughing, I slide my hand up her body, cupping her cheek before I slide my thumb across her bottom lip, my eyes searching hers.
“You’re perfect,” I say, my eyes connected and focused on hers. “Even if you weren’t, you still are because that body gave me a son.”
Her eyes well with tears, but she blinks them back. “I’m not,” she breathes. “I saw all those girls at your game waiting for you guys.”
My lips twitch into a smirk. Then I shake my head once. “Baby,” I rasp, “they don’t mean shit. For two years, it’s you I’ve been dreaming of. Just you, Wrenly.”
FOURTEEN
ELI
I watch her sleep.She did cover up, but not before I kissed every inch of her body and told her just how beautiful it was. And it is stunning, every fucking part of her. She is gorgeous. I’m not sure how the hell some guy didn’t snap her up, but I’m glad he didn’t.
She lets out a sigh as she curls closer to my side, wearing my T-shirt. Biting the corner of my lip, I glide my fingers up and down her arm. She’s breathing peacefully, her body completely relaxed, and that’s when I really use this quiet moment to take her in.
This woman is not just beautiful, but she’s strong. So fucking strong. She left college, went home, had my baby, and put herself through school with the support of just her father. I don’t know if I would have been able to do that.
She also came here, alone, to tell a stranger that he was the father of said child. That takes serious fucking guts. I don’t care who the hell you are. She had zero clue how I would respond, yet she did it anyway.
I slip out of bed and quietly move through the room and into the hallway, closing the door silently behind me. I move toward the guest bedroom and stop at the doorway, my eyes searching the darkness for Ryan.
He’s easy to spot.
His playpen is in the middle of the room. He’s lying on his back, his hands balled into fists above his head. He’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. I don’t know how long I stand in the doorway and watch him, but it’s long enough that I feel a hand at the small of my back.
Tearing my gaze away from Ryan, I look over my shoulder and down. Wrenly is standing at my side. Pushing off the wall, I step back slightly and reach for her hand. She laces her fingers through mine as I gently tug her behind me and walk us back to the bedroom.
“He’s perfect,” I whisper as I turn to face Wrenly, releasing her hand.
Her eyes connect with mine. I search her gaze, wondering how this is my new world, my new life. Lifting my hands, I cup her cheeks as my thumbs slide beneath her eyes. “He’s so perfect,” I whisper. “And it’s all you.”
She smiles. “He’s yours, too,” she murmurs.
I almost laugh but decide against it. “I had nothing to do with the level of perfection of that boy. That’s all on you, baby.”
