“Can you pass me the hand shower, Ace?” I ask, pointing at the black and white detachable showerhead resting just out of reach above the hot and cold dials.
She hands it to me and sits up, as if she knows what I want to do, and wraps her arms around her knees, giving me room to wash her hair. And man, do I love getting to take care of herlike this. “Have you thought about how you want to tell your dad yet?”
“I guess I’ll talk to him when we reschedule lunch, probably sometime next week. When does your camp start?”
“About six weeks,” I tell her as I lather shampoo into my hands and massage it into her hair.
“Oh God, that feels good.”
Fucking hell . . . this woman . . .
I massage her scalp, making sure to get every inch of her long hair before gently rinsing it out, careful not to get shampoo or water in her eyes. “A girl could get used to this, Jamie.”
“Good,” I tell her and lean back as she carefully turns in my arms. Water sloshes over the sides of the massive double-slipper freestanding tub, and I’m suddenly thankful for my expensive taste. She adjusts her knees on the outsides of my thighs, her cunt teasing my cock with every small movement and her fingers tracing the lines of my face.
“I need to make sure I have lunch with Dad before your camp starts. I don’t want him finding everything out from team gossip. Even he doesn’t deserve that.”
“Do you want me to go with you?” I offer, having a hard time reconciling the coach I know with the shit father he’s become.
“No.” She drops a kiss to my lips and sighs. “But I can’t even tell you how much it means to me that you’d be willing to do that for me.”
I push a damp handful of hair away from her face. “Do you really not know, Ashton?”
“Tell me,” she whispers reverently.
“I’d do anything for you, Ashton. Anything... because I’m so far gone for you, I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. It was always there, lying dormant, waiting for the right time. For the time when you’d be ready and we’d get our chance.” I gather her face in my hands as she hovers above me. “Evan saidwe weren’t ready back then. I’m ready now, Ace. We’re ready. We’ve put in our time. We’ve put in the work. I love you, Ashton Carmichael.”
“I’m a package deal, Jamie. I’m going to petition the court for custody of Kyrie,” she warns me, like she’s giving me an out.
“Good, so when you take my name, we’ll give it to her too.” I’m not sure when it happened, but that declaration doesn’t scare me the way I thought it would. It doesn’t even give me pause the way it would have months ago. If anything, it’s a relief to finally say it. To her.
“Jamie . . . You want to what? Be her dad? I’m not even her mom . . .”
“You’ve been her mom for four months. She’s spent more time with you as a mother than her own mother, Ashton. I know it’ll be complicated. And I know she’ll have questions when she gets older, but I also know we’ll love her and help her through it, in whatever way she needs. Do you really not see it? Kyrie’s mine just as much as you and this baby are.”
I slide my hands down her ribs and rest one over her stomach. “I can’t wait to feel him kicking inside you, Ace.”
“You’re going to be a disgustingly good daddy, aren’t you, Jamie?”
“Yeah, baby, I will. I promise.” A possessiveness like I’ve never known thunders through me, and I brush my lips over hers. “You and the kids will always come first.”
“I love you, Jameson Murphy. Maybe I always did, I’m not even sure. But now that I’ve accepted it, it’s like I don’t remember a time I didn’t love you.”
“Thank fucking God for that, baby. Because I’m not letting you go.”
Ashton smiles as she pushes up and lines my cock up at her center. “Good. Now show me I’m yours, Jamie.”
Ashton
Ilift up on my knees and press Jamie’s cock against my sex, then plant my hands on his chest as I slide down over him, taking him inside me. Pleasure spikes, streaked with pain, as my body trembles and vibrates around his. Stretched so thoroughly, I’m not sure how I’ll ever survive.
“Breathe, baby,” he soothes, and I blow out a breath and move. Slowly. So slowly, my eyes locked on his. Wanting this moment to last forever.
The quiet. The trust.
The calm. The want.
“Fuck, beautiful. That’s it. Take your time. I don’t want to hurt you.” He grips my chin and pulls my face down to his. And the hungry look in his eyes is spectacular.
