I kiss him, and all my worries flee, replaced with hopes and dreams I thought I gave up on. After the kiss, which is long and beautiful, I draw back.
“L.J. is coming home tomorrow,” I tell him. Although he is saying all the right words, I feel compelled to remind him of my real life. The one he hasn’t experienced yet.
He meets my gaze, all the while holding me tight. “And I can’t wait to meet him.”
“Really?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Really. Haven’t I done everything possible to prove that to you?”
I nod. “You really have. Now can we go to bed and let me prove to you how much I appreciate you?”
He strides out of the family room, down the hall, and into my room. Laughing, he tosses me down on the bed and strips me out of my clothes. I do the same to him, and we come together, skin to skin.
Pressing my cheek against his, I close my eyes and breathe in deep, feeling his chest rise and fall beneath mine.
“I love you,” I say, the words tumbling out. “I mean—”
“I love you, too, so you’d better not mean anything else.”
I let out a puff of air. “Well, no. I don’t. I just thought maybe it was too soon or I shouldn’t have said it yet…”
“It’s soon. I get that, but if we feel it, what’s wrong with saying it?” He slides his lips over mine, and his thick erection pulses against my belly.
At the feel of him hard against me, my legs open and his cock comes to rest at my entrance. “Amber.” He lets out a groan.
“I’m on birth control for other reasons. And you know I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I’ve had an annual exam and I’m clean. I want to feel you bare inside me.”
He visibly swallows hard. “I wouldn’t put you at risk. I’m fine, too.”
His cock seems to throb in response and I grin. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He slides into me and everything inside me settles. My world seems brighter. Everything that is uncertain falls into place.
Long after I climax and he comes right along with me, I lie in his arms, happy and complete.
***
Shane
The next morning,after a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, made by Amber and me together, I am dressing after a shower, stuck in my clothes from the day before. My gaze falls on a long tube leaning against the wall.
Amber strides out of the bathroom, makeup complete, dressed for the day in a pair of jeans and a tank top, looking fresh and sexy.
“What are your plans for the day?” she asks me.
“I was going to go home and change. Then I hoped to come back and meet L.J.?” I hear the hope in my voice. But how can we become closer, more like a family, if I don’t first meet and spend time with her son?
“Sounds good! I want you two to meet.” She braces her hands on my shoulders, leans down, and kisses me.
“Hey, what’s that?” I point to the rolled tube I noticed earlier.
She grins. “A Spiderman Fathead. L.J. wanted a life-size superhero on his wall. I thought I’d surprise him when he came home, but I didn’t anticipate how big it actually was. I can’t put it up by myself.”
“Then let’s do it. He’s going to be home soon, right? So let’s hurry and put it up.”
Her eyes light at the idea.
For the next thirty minutes, we struggle getting the life-size decal onto the wall behind the head of the bed, but between the two of us, we manage.
