This is a new experience for me, being more of an observer than a participant in the life around me, but to my surprise I not only enjoy it, but am learning a lot.About Bess, about my son, but most of all about myself.
My whole life has been about finding a purpose, improving as well as proving myself, and in doing so I fell out of touch with what really mattered.But here, with Bess and my son, I’m discovering I don’t need to prove anything.As long as I’m here, I’m enough as I am.
Bess is sitting at the kitchen island, working on my old laptop, when I come around the doorway.I know she’s trying to pull together a wedding for Savvy and Nate in three weeks.No mean feat.Their nuptial plans had been put on the back burner for a while there, but now that things have quieted down, the wedding is once again front and center, and Bess wouldn’t be Bess if she didn’t jump in with both feet to help make it happen.
“I love you.”
She looks up at the sound of my voice and smiles that smile.
“And I love you.”
I walk over and sit down on the second stool, taking her hand and turning her so she faces me.
“Move in with me.”
She barks out a laugh before catching herself.Then she squints her eyes at me.
“Move in…are you serious?We’ve only been…it’s been what?A month?”
“Move in with me,” I repeat.
“Hugo, this is fast.I mean, what about Carson?”
She seems determined to come up with excuses, but none of it matters.
“Fast?Bess, I’ve known you since you were wearing knee-high socks and pigtails.As for my son; he loves you, and he obviously doesn’t have an issue with us all sharing a house, since we’re doing that now.”
I lean in so my nose is almost touching hers.“Move in with me.”
“But I have my apartment…” she stalls.
“Lola can have it—she’s already there—and you’ll have a bit of extra rental income you can use to pay down the mortgage on the building faster.Move in with me.”
“You want me to move into your house with you?”
That’s where I pick up on the hesitation.It’s not the moving in with me she’s necessarily balking at, it’s where she’s moving, and I get it.Emily and I bought that house when she was pregnant with Carson, he’s always lived there, but he’ll also be leaving for college soon.
“Move in with me…anywhere,” I amend my request.
“Really?”
I can tell from the way her face lights up I finally found the right question.
“Yeah.Hell, we can even see if there’s any way Phil would part with this place.”
She’s beaming at me now, a smile so happy I file away every little detail to memory.
“I love it here,” she whispers, adding, “with you.”
Then she slips off her stool, steps between my legs, and slides her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply.I groan in her mouth as her tongue teases mine, inviting a heat I wish I had the ability to unleash.
My cock sure is ready, which is something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Bess, who abruptly releases me.She sinks down to her knees, her face tilted up and eyes locked on me as she pulls down the front of my sweats.My mouth falls open as her fingers curl around my rock-hard dick and she, almost casually, licks her lips before sliding them down the tip.
“Sweet fucking hell, Twinkie,” I groan.
“Am I hurting you?”she asks, slipping my cock from her mouth.
Yes, my sweet, beautiful girl; you are hurting me, but in the best possible way.
