I lay him back in the bassinet and tuck the blanket around him, then stand there a second, watching his chest rise and fall.
“Always,” I murmur, more promise than word.
Then I go back to bed.
Kayley is still asleep, but she shifts when I slide back under the heavy quilt as quietly as I can, the mattress dipping under my weight. The fire’s died down to embers, casting the room in soft, shifting red. Kayley’s already half-awake, eyes heavy-lidded and dark, hair a messy spill across the pillow. She doesn’t say anything—just watches me settle on my back, one arm tucked behind my head.
The second I’m still, she moves. Slow, deliberate. Her thigh slides over my hip, warm and soft, the inside of it brushing the length of my cock through my sweats. That single touch—her skin against me, the easy weight of her leg claiming space—hits like a match to dry tinder. My dick twitches hard, already thickening. Fuck.
She shifts closer, pressing her bare breasts to my chest, nipples tight little points against my skin. Her breath ghosts over my throat. “You smell like baby powder and woodsmoke,” she murmurs, lips brushing my collarbone. “Makes me want you.”
I groan low, sliding one hand down the curve of her spine to cup her ass, squeezing gently. “Baby, you keep rubbing that sweet thigh on me like that, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
She smiles against my neck—small, sleepy, wicked—and rocks her hips once, dragging the soft heat between her legs along my growing erection. I’m fully hard now, aching, the thin fabric between us doing nothing to dull the feel of her.
I roll us so she’s beneath me. Her legs part for me like they were made to, thighs cradling my hips. I brace on my forearms so I can look at her—really look. Those big eyes, the faint flush on her cheeks, the way her lips part when I settle my weight just enough to pin her without crushing her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, voice rougher than I mean it to be. I kiss her slow, deep, tasting the faint sweetness of her lips. “Missed this. Missed you wrapped around me.”
Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging just enough to make me growl. “It’s only been a few hours.”
“I still miss it.”
“Then take me,” she whispers. “Slow. Needy. Like you love me. Even if you don’t.” Her eyes widen. “I know it’s only been a few days.”
I kiss her. Because fuck, I already feel like Idolove her.
After the kiss breaks, I reach between us, shoving my sweats down just far enough. My cock springs free, heavy and leaking atthe tip. I notch myself at her entrance, rubbing the head through her folds—slow, teasing circles until she’s slick and trembling beneath me.
“Feel that?” I murmur against her mouth. “How wet you are for me already? That’s my good girl.”
She whimpers, hips lifting, trying to pull me in. I hold still, letting her feel every inch as I ease forward—barely inside, then a little more, stretching her open with careful, shallow thrusts.
“Fuck, Kayley,” I breathe, forehead pressed to hers. “So tight. So perfect. Like you were made to take me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Deeper,” she pleads softly. “Please, Gavin.”
I give her what she wants. Slow, steady, sinking all the way until I’m buried to the hilt. We both go still for a second, breathing each other in. She’s fluttering around me, warm and wet and home. I can feel her heartbeat where we’re joined.
I start moving then—long, rolling strokes that drag every ridge of me against her walls. Not fast. Just deep, deliberate, like I’m trying to carve myself into her memory.
“Look at me,” I say when her eyes flutter shut. “Want to see you fall apart.”
Her gaze locks on mine, glassy and wide. I keep the rhythm steady, one hand slipping between us to circle her clit with my thumb—slow, firm pressure that makes her gasp.
“That’s it, baby,” I rasp. “Feel how deep I am? Feel how much I love being inside you? This sweet little pussy was made for me. Only me.”
She moans, soft and broken, legs tightening around my waist. “Gavin… I’m close…”
“I know, sweetheart. I can feel you squeezing me.” I lean down, kissing her slow and filthy, tongue sliding against hers. “Come for me. Let me feel it. Let me feel my girl come all over Daddy’s cock while I’m buried so fucking deep.”
Her breath hitches. Her whole body arches, thighs trembling, and then she’s coming—quiet, shuddering waves that ripple through her, milking me hard. I groan into her mouth, fighting not to lose it yet. I want to stay right here, locked inside her, feeling every pulse.
When she finally stills, panting, I kiss her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her eye where a tear slipped free. “You okay?” I whisper.
She nods, smiling through the haze. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”
I start moving again—slower now, savoring every slick glide. My balls draw up tight, heat coiling low. “Gonna fill you up, baby,” I tell her, voice wrecked. “Gonna give you every drop. You want that? Want me to come deep where you’re still shaking?”
