“You shouldn’t be relying on me to lead the way, although I do love it. It’s just… don’t be afraid to say what you want.”
Isla straightens her posture and ceremoniously takes my hand in hers. “I always thought you would be the one hesitating, but I guess it’s me. Except now I’m clear about what I want, and it’s you.”
An emotion overcomes me that feels raw, unfamiliar, but exhilarating.
It gravitates my lips straight to hers for a warm kiss. I can’t get enough of this, all of this. Her.
Isla gave me a gift twice over. A daughter and a relationship with her that I never intended or expected. I’m one lucky man.
“Careful,” I warn her as I murmur against her lips. “I might have to end this outing and take you right home to bed. Screw that, we can do a memory-lane session in the front seat.”
Her head falls back with hysterical laughter that can’t not make anyone within our radius smile. “Vaugh, please, oh please, explain how that will happen with a child in a car seat in the back.”
“Solid point.” Disappointment floods me. “Let’s just buy a bottle of wine, and we have options. I can take you on the patio table, or we can go traditional and use a bed.”
She dives in for another kiss, her finger tipping my chin. “I’m completely on board with that plan.”
Which is why we walk to the general store to stock up on wine and pick up some takeout on the way home. We enjoy some tummy time with our daughter on the living room floor before I take her to the shower where I sit on the floor holding her. It’s our moment that we share. She gets plenty with Isla.
“Your mom is finally being less stubborn. Seeing the light when it comes to me and her,” I tell Nora, and she coos in response. “I know, right? Why the hesitation? It’s me, I’m the man of her dreams, I’m sure. Her own version of Prince Charming,” I lightheartedly explain to my daughter. “Go easy on her while I’m away. I’m not here to relax her in a way that she and I enjoy.”
“Jesus, Vaughn, must you already traumatize our child?” Isla arrives holding a towel, ready for me to hand over the goods.
“Hey, never interrupt our serious conversations.” This playfulness around our child is good for the soul. I’m not sure how anyone could turn away from this. It leaves a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach considering my upbringing, something I missed. Or how at first when I was blindsided by the news of Isla’s pregnancy, I wasn’t sure for a brief moment.
Isla opens the shower door, and I hand off Nora. “Be quick with the bedtime routine, we have a long night ahead of us.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let me just feed her, which could be a while. She loves my chest as much as her daddy.”
I grin at her. “We both know a good thing.” Well, minus the milk aspect. Admittedly, I tried a little in a cup because one of the guys on the team said it’s extra protein or vitamins, which is why he adds it to his coffee.Yeah, not going forward with that plan. Not my style.
“Don’t fall asleep. I plan on coming to bed naked tonight,” Isla casually mentions as she shimmies away to the nursery.
I rub my face, trying to keep myself in check, so I don’t rub one out in the shower due to impatience.
I must hold out, though, because we have to make it somewhat special tonight. To reconfirm what we spoke about and to have an excellent parting before I leave. There is a lot on the line tonight.
By the time I’m lying on the bed waiting on my side, I’m nearly going out of my mind. But then my little vixen struts into the room, slowly untying the flimsy fabric of her satin robe. The robe falls in a swoosh down her skin to pool at her feet.
“I believe someone was waiting for me.” Isla comes to me and is quick to push me to my back and swing one leg over to straddle me.
“This is heaven.” I rest my hands behind my head.
She smirks and leans down to press a kiss on my chest then sits back up with her breasts perked out and her fingers tangling in her hair, giving me a view. I plant my hands firmly on her waist.
“I really want to watch you touch yourself before you ride me the way you want.” My voice is thick with desire.
Isla takes my hands and brings them to her breasts to cup. I’m careful not to get carried away but still allow the pads of my thumbs to circle her nipples.
“I just need you in me.”
I sit up and drive my thumb up to her bottom lip to drag across. “Then do it. Remember, just say what you want.”
Her hips move in a wave over my cock, creating friction.
“Fill me up and show me that you meant what you said earlier.” Her arms hook around my neck to ensure my lips stay close to hers.
Her pussy finds its way to welcome my shaft inside, and I slowly drive up into her.
