“Go on. I can tell you a fact about Sorrell and Zack in return.” There was wicked glint in her eye and he decided that the safest option was not to acknowledge the bait.
“My dad has a boyfriend called Graeme.”
She sat up. Now bang wide awake. “Really? I did not expect that.”
Scott wasn’t sure how surprised he was. “He’s called Graeme and he’s a heart surgeon.”
“How did he meet him? How long have they been seeing each other? When are you meeting him…”
He silenced her with a kiss. “I don’t know. I’m still adjusting to the idea what my dad’s been hiding this from us. I don’t blame him. I get why. I just wish he hadn’t felt he needed to.”
She kissed him back, her body relaxed and lose against him. “You can understand it. How do you think your brothers will react?”
His hands started to wander, opening her dressing gown and finding the soft smooth material of her nightdress. It was black and low cut, cascading over her curves and making his mouth – and something else – water. “Like me.”
“How did Zack react when you told him this morning?”
“He gave me a high five and congratulated me on the potency of my swimmers. Then asked if the baby would be named Zackelle after him and Sorrell. Don’t worry, I gave him a definite answer of no. I take it Sorrell grassed me up?” Her breasts were firm and responsive under his hands, even through the material. He felt her nipples harden and her soft sigh. He was gentle – she’d pretty much murdered him when he’d been a little too firm given how delicate her tits were feelings, which was all his fault.
“She offered me alcohol and pretended to be suspicious when I refused. Rayah’s going to have me sussed in about thirty seconds. That feels so good.” Her legs parted slightly, her nightdress rising up and showing a glimpse of creamy thigh.
“I should tell Alex. My dad knows too.”
Her half-closed eyes opened wide. “Oh god. I bet he thinks I’m a total slut…”
Scott laughed. “He told me I was lucky so I don’t think that’s true. He’s always liked you. And he’s happy for us.” He pushed her nightdress further up, finding that she wore no underwear. His cock pressed against his jeans, which needed to be off. “And I don’t want to talk about my father right now.” He wasn’t sure he would be able to talk in a few minutes, or say anything coherent other than what he wanted to do to her and how she felt.
“At least we don’t have to worry about contraception anymore.” Keren’s hands busied themselves opening his shirt, impatiently pulling it over his head when it was only half undone.
“We weren’t really worrying about it anyway. And if worrying about in the future is a problem, I can always keep you pregnant.”
She laughed, starting to work on getting his jeans undone, her small hand cupping his cock through the material and giving it a squeeze. At some point she was going to make him come in his pants.
“Just for the record, I am not on board with the ‘keep Keren pregnant idea.’ Practising to get Keren pregnant is perfectly good though. Especially as after this baby’s born, we’ll be too exhausted from the lack of sleep to even think about making another.”
He heard the words and they translated as they were going to be together as parents. This wasn’t a short romance. He wanted her; he wanted this.
“Do you want more than one baby?” He wondered how he sounded to her right now.
She pushed his jeans down, taking his underwear down too, and gave his cock a gentle squeeze. “Let me see how I feel after having this one.” She cupped his balls, running a finger over every sensitive spot.
He swore, removing his hands from her skin to quickly push the rest of his clothing away and then pushed up her nightdress, exposing heavy breasts and the large nipples that he dreamed about.
“You’re amazing.” His eyes scanned over her skin, every curve, every plane. He wanted to taste her, to bring her to that point of ecstasy where the only word she knew was his name.
He felt her shudder as he moved his mouth between her legs, licking her clit, tonguing her cunt. Her ankles moved to his shoulders, her fingers gripping his hair as he plundered her sweet saltiness. This closeness was new to him; the feeling of it being something more than physical, more than just a means to achieve pleasure.
I don’t want to let you go.
She moaned and he felt her grip tighten. His world shifted around them, Keren becoming his centre.
I want you to be mine.
She broke apart with a cry, her body quivering beneath him and he felt her grow wetter, tighter.
Moving up her body, he licked a nipple, catching sight of her expression. She was pliant and needy, her legs parting to allow him room. He entered her smoothly, filling her completely with his first thrust and then he paused.
Mine.
