Suddenly, she slowed her pace. Her tits still jiggled with her slight motion, but it was the expression in her eyes that held me spellbound. So intent. So emotional.
I reached up and tugged her down to me. I had to kiss her. I had to let her know that I felt it too.
Then I totally took over, thrusting into her from below. I was so close, and I could tell she was too. Her little whimpers and gasps were driving me insane.
My balls tightened and just as I went over, I felt the tightest, harshest grip around my dick ever.
Saylor’s screaming moan made birds in the trees behind us take flight in a sudden rustle of noise. But I didn’t give a shit. I pumped my cum into her, totally lost in the sensation of her pussy gripping me tight.
She collapsed onto my chest, totally limp.
My heart thundered in my chest, and my breath left me in huge gasping pants.
“Fuck, baby. I think you almost killed me.”
She didn’t say anything in response, but I felt her smile against my chest.
As I held her close to me, I had a thought that but for her pills we could’ve made a baby just now. And oddly, it didn’t terrify me. Once upon a time, it was the one thing I was determined to make sure would never happen. Back then I didn’t have the time, attention, or energy to take care of a dog, let alone another human. But now…
God.
Now I think I wanted to go all in on Saylor Tate.
I just had to figure out how to convince her that I—unlike her ex—was a good bet.
Chapter 12
Still Mal
It was all I could think about the entire day. I was done obsessing about my bandmembers who didn’t give a shit about me.
I was going all in on Saylor.
I held her close as we boated back to the resort. She sighed and snuggled close to me like she loved being with me. And I loved being that strong, protective person for her.
Her Daddy.
We spent the rest of the day together, hanging out in her treehouse, enjoying her private pool, and playing in the outdoor shower.
I finally broached the topic over dinner.
“So I was thinking…”
She looked at me with this open and soft expression that was just so sweet and totally her that I lost my train of thought. “Mal? Everything okay? Did you get too much sun today?”
“I think you should move in with me.”
“What? That’s crazy.” She laughed incredulously. “We barely know each other. This isn’t—I can’t just…”
“But this feels right, doesn’t it? Does time really matter when you know here—” I thumped my fist against my chest. “That you’ve found the one?”
“Mal, you can’t—I mean, I’m not…”
“I saw your expression on the beach today, Saylor. You feel it too. And think about it—we make sense. Especially now. My band is probably breaking up, you want to break into the fashion industry. I have contacts. I have money. You could do it yourself with me standing behind you. I wanna go all in with you and your dream.”
“That’s—that’s just nuts. I mean, you can’t just promise something like that. You don’t know—”
“We’ll figure it out. Together. I’m going to have a lot of free time on my hands. I have more money than I know what to do with. Why not spend it on someone I…”
