Chapter Six
Dallas tookhim to his appointment to get the casts off. I couldn’t even face him that morning. My head told me that I wanted to be with Tate. My heart was with him and Cara. I knew that. But seeing Ronny’s face as he desperately tried to hold on to something he’d already lost was devastating.
I spent the next few days avoiding him as much as possible. Which was easy because I think he was doing the same.
It took a bit, but eventually he was completely back on his feet. He was finally able to leave the apartment without assistance. As soon as he was confident he didn’t need me or anyone else, he stopped coming back to sleep.
As guilty as I felt about Ronny, that completely slipped away the moment Tate was around. How could I feel guilty for loving someone so amazing? I was telling him this one early afternoon when he stopped by in between work.
With Cara fast asleep in the living room, we took the baby monitor to my room for some alone time. No sooner had we closed the door did he grab me and spin me around, pushing me against the door. Placing one hand on my chin he lifted my face to expose my neck. He swooped in quickly and began kissing me as if we hadn’t seen each other in years.
I groaned as his lips sent delicious sensations down my body.
“It feels weird doing this with him still living here. I don’t want him to catch us like this. It’s wrong.”
“Yeah, but I kind of like this whole sneaking around thing we’re doing. It’s hot,” he murmured into my ear as he rose and pulled me towards the bed. A small giggle escaped my lips as he fell onto the blanket and used his strength to pull me on top of him.
He throbbed inside his jeans, making my own body react with excitement. My face aligned with his as he lifted his head to kiss me. I opened my mouth slightly to let his tongue connect with mine.
As his body grew harder, more aroused, my need to feel him without the confines of clothing grew as well. I pulled my lips away and started trailing kisses down, kissing his jawline, his neck, and then I sat up. He did the same, adjusting me so I was sitting on his lap. With a coy smile, I helped him remove his shirt. He raised an eyebrow as I pushed him back down and began kissing his bare, tattooed skin.
I started my trek down further, licking, sucking, teasing him.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice raspy, yet excited. I had reached the top of his pants. He lifted his head to look down at me. Maintaining perfect eye contact, I unbuttoned them and lowered the zipper. Reflexively he lifted his lower half to help me pull the rest of his pants down. He kicked them off quickly and I returned to his underwear.
He was wearing green plaid boxers, but they weren’t containing much. I slipped them down, my fingers grazing his rock-hard length. Memories and pictures didn’t do him justice. Holy shit.
In between my thighs, an ache slowly crept in, just by staring at him. I hadn’t realized how long it had truly been since we’d been like this. He let out a small chuckle as he lifted his head to watch me.
“Are you going to do something with this or are you just admiring?”
I blushed a little before smirking and reaching my hand out to stroke him. He moaned so low it was almost inaudible. It was incredibly sexy.
My movements were slow, teasing him. With each stroke up and down his shaft grew harder, as if he was struggling to contain himself. I could feel my own arousal beginning to sweep over me and I knew it was time. Quickly I removed my hand and leaned in, drawing him into my mouth.
He swore and his entire body bucked as I took him as far as I could. He bumped against the back of my throat and I closed my lips around him, sucking hard.
“Jesus, oh fuck. Hold on,” he pushed me away and I sat up, pouting my lips. He closed his eyes tightly for a moment, pressing his lips together.“You are so fucking sexy right now.”
“Why did you make me stop?” I asked, my voice coming out whiny. His chuckle was low as he sat up again. His hands found my bottom and he slipped under my dress. He rubbed my ass as he leaned down, nudging my chin with his nose. Angling my neck, he placed kisses all over my hot skin.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered. “That mouth, god, it’s fucking heaven.” He removed his hands off my ass and went to my waist, lifting me off him. “Get off the bed.”
I did as told and he moved to the edge. He then parted his legs. I stood in front of him and he reached for my shoulders, gently urging me to my knees. I moved in between his legs and reached out for him, massaging him, making him ridiculously rigid again. I looked up at him with wide, questioning eyes. As if reading my mind, he responded to my pleading gaze. His hand went to my hair, stroking it tenderly before lowering and reaching for my neck.
“I wasn’t stopping you. I want to watch.” Firmly, yet gentle still, he pushed my head forward and I accepted the invitation happily. I engulfed his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around him greedily.
As I worked, he moved my hair to the side so he could observe me going down on him better. I tilted my head up to look at him and he bit his lower lip, causing me to clench my thighs together tightly. He was so incredibly sexy.
“God this beats phone sex,” he groaned as I pulled all the way out and then back in, deep throating him. I continued my excited, slow, movements, working my tongue in fun new ways as I enjoyed every last bit of him. He fisted my hair and groaned as he enjoyed my mouth as well, until finally he gasped and I felt his cock pulse as his orgasm took over him. I swallowed quickly over and over until his body relaxed and he was spent.
Instantly his arms reached out and he lifted me into an embrace. He planted kisses all over me, all the while telling me how amazing and beautiful I was, and how happy he was to call me his.
When he finally let me go, I scooted back off the bed and reached for the baby monitor. Cara was still sleeping soundly, but I still wanted to go check on her.
“I can’t wait until you’re with us all the time. You’re going to be an amazing mom,” he commented as he started gathering his clothes. “I mean, you already are a mom, well, if you want to be. Oh man,” he stumbled over his words. I laughed as his cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. I went to him and kissed him lightly.
“I know what you’re trying to say. I can’t wait either.”
