Page 79 of Pretend it’s Forever

“I’m sure we can find some time.”

And with a growl, I was on her, the sheet torn away, and my sweats tugged beneath my ass. I was in her in a blink, her legs wrapped around me, and as she arched, I groaned into her neck.

“Carson,” she whispered.

“That’s it. Mine.” And then we rolled so I was sitting, and she was on my lap with my hands on her waist, lifting her up and down smoothly, her pussy fluttering around my cock.

I took her breasts into my mouth again, ignoring her phone alarm going off. We would be late, but I didn’t care. This was the love of my life, and I wasn’t letting any moment go to waste.

When I slid my hand between us, flicking my thumb over her clit, she met my gaze, eyes wide, her mouth parted, and then she was coming. Her wet, hot cunt gripped my cock as I slid in and out of her. She continued to come, her hair flowing down her back as she arched for me, and I moved at a rapid pace, unable to hold back. My balls tightened, and then I was filling her, body shaking, cum leaking between us.

There was no condom, there was no need. Not anymore.

Body shuddering, I held her close, my face buried in her neck.

“That’s one way to wake up,” she teased.

I kissed her neck, her jaw, and then her lips. “I love you,” I rasped, my voice breaking.

“I love you so much,” she said softly, her eyes filling. “But I hate the fact that we’re going to have to wash the sheets again.”

I threw my head back and laughed, my still hard cock pulsating deep within her as I did.

She giggled, her head resting on my shoulder, and I knew this was how I wanted to wake up every morning until the end of our days.

By the time the phone buzzed again, I knew we would truly be late and I didn’t care. We cleaned up the bed, and then each other, and I was very good and didn’t pin her against the shower wall like I wanted to.

Instead, I used my fingers to make her come one more time, just because I could, and let her lick her sweetness off my fingers.

Since Sophia needed to blow dry her hair, I was the one who got the girls ready for the day, loving the way they explained about their dreams, and what they wanted to do for the day.

I was not their father, not in blood, but I would be. I would take care of these girls until the end of my days.

Because Sophia wanted me to be their father. And I was never going to let them go.

“Uppies?” Hazel asked, that wicked gleam in her gaze. She was so like her uncles it wasn’t even funny, so I picked her up, knowing she could speak in full sentences at this point, she just liked the word.

I rubbed my beard against her soft cheek, and she giggled as Violet twirled around me, showing me her new ballet moves.

“Well, look at you three, you got ready so quickly,” Sophia said as she moved into the kitchen, wearing a soft dress and a bright smile. Her cheeks were also glowing, and I knew once we made it to Aston’s house, they would all know why we were late. Brunch would just have to wait, and I did not care.

“Are you ready to see all of the Cages?”

“We’re Cages,” Violet said before she curtsied.

Hazel and I clapped, as Sophia went to her knees and hugged her daughter close.

“You are Cages.”

“But Carson isn’t,” she whispered.

My heart clutched, and I swallowed hard.

“No, but I love you Cages.”

“Will you be one?” Hazel asked, playing with my beard.

I looked over at Sophia, at that blush, and knew she would have to be the one to answer this.