I used to lie awake for hours and fight for my life with nightmares before I met her, but now it’s her that keeps me up half the night, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of her.And if it’s not that, then I’m watching her sleep, thinking about our future.
I can’t help being obsessed with her.
“How do you havethismuch stamina for someone so old?” she whispers with a sweet laugh that dissolves the second my fingers press into her side.
All this time, and she’sstilla damn brat, and I love every damn second of it.
I glide my hand down her side and over the curve of her ass, grabbing a fistful. “I played professional hockey for ten years, baby. You think I can’t fuck you?”
Those blue eyes sparkle, and she shrugs, taunting me.
Always fucking taunting me.
She loves provoking me, pushing my buttons until I snap and throw her over my shoulder and fuck the shit out of her.
“It’s all fun and games until I have you on your knees with your mouth stuffed full of my cock, your thighs rubbing together because I won’t let you touch your needy little pussy.” She whimpers as I ghost the front of my knuckle over her pussy, barely grazing her clit. “Now, how about you be my good girl, and I’ll eat you. Make you come on my face so you can go back to sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” I repeat the motion, this time with the pad of my thumb, spreading her arousal all along her clit.
Her answer? A string of unintelligible syllables as she drags my mouth to hers.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much pride as I did while watching my girl walk across the stage with her diploma in hand, wearing those sky-high baby pink heels, her long, golden hair wavy and loose, her cheeks still glowing from the orgasm I gave her before we left the house.
There were a thousand people there, and still, she spotted me in the crowd and blew me a kiss.
Fitting that my first time back on campus at OU was to attendhergraduation.
Maisie graduated with honors and is already enrolled to start her master’s program in the fall for Library Science. She’s going to be the hottest school librarian that’s ever lived.
Biased or not, it’s the truth.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, baby,” I murmur against the shell of her ear, tightening my arm around her shoulders.
She tilts her head to look up at me. Her pale eyes are framed with dark, thick lashes. “Thanks, Coach.”
The smile she gives me nearly knocks me on my ass. Warm and radiant. Fucking beautiful.
But above all of that, it matches the happiness shining in her eyes.
Happiness that I know isn’t just about her graduation, but because we’re in our home, surrounded by our family and friends, to celebrate her.
Our house that is still full of half-unpacked boxes and mismatched pieces of furniture because we’ve been too busy to stop the last few weeks with everything going on.
But it’sours.
We looked for months for something that felt like home, something that had plenty of room for a library for Maisie, an office for me, and lots of bedrooms for when I finally get her pregnant.
I can’t even fucking believe I’msayingthat, that I’m even thinking about being a father. Maybe not right this moment, but sometime in the future that’s not too far out.
I always thought I’d be the worst father because of the things I’ve been through, the way I was raised by my own mother, but I’m beginning to realize that I might be… an incredible father because of those things.
Because I wouldneverlet my child experience the things that I went through. I want to give my kids everything I didn’t have. Love, security, happiness, a safe place to land.
And I want all of that with Maisie.
Fuck, I want itbecauseof her.
I never imagined this kind of life, this version of myself before her. I never gave myself the chance to.
Now, maybe it’s because I’m getting old, as she likes to say, and my biological clock is ticking, or maybe it’s because I’ve finally found something to live for, to hope for, to envision a future with, but now I can’t stop imagining her standing in this kitchen, her belly round, her cheeks glowing from pregnancy and happiness.
