“Say the words.”
Caressing his rock hard cock, I held his gaze. “Fuck me, Dylan.”
“How do I know you’re not just saying that to make me happy?”
I frowned. “Don’t tease me,” I said, handing him the condom. “I need you inside me.”
Dylan studied me as if waiting for something. I licked my fingers and rubbed them gently against my hard nipples. Closing my eyes, I imagined Dylan was licking them. By the time I felt Dylan kneeling between my legs, I was smiling at the fantasy in my head.
“Okay, now I feel neglected,” he said, stroking me with his cock.
I opened my eyes and grinned. “Hi,” I murmured. “Will you please fuck me now? No more teasing.”
“I’ve always been a sucker for a girl who says please.”
Caressing the scar on his chest, I sighed as he entered me. I held onto his forearms while he fucked me hard and steady. When I came for him, I realized the reality was so much better than my fantasies.
Chapter Thirty ~ Dylan
Winnie was awake when I turned over the next morning. She stared at me without showing any reaction. When I kissed her, she didn’t kiss me back. She wouldn’t respond to my questions. Winnie was awake, but not really aware.
My first instinct was to freak out and call someone. Who the hell was I to handle a girl with these problems?
My second instinct was to remember what Tad said. Winnie was the broken girl I intended to spend the rest of my life with. If I wanted to call her mine, I needed to man up. I didn’t freak out or call anyone. I simply got up and made a pot of coffee.
After my shower, I picked up the still awake and quiet Winnie. She whimpered when I lifted her, but didn’t struggle. I carried her into living room and rested her on the couch. She looked up at me and I saw no panic in her eyes. Just the blank stare she gave me the first night we made out and I pushed her too far.
Winnie didn’t like sleeping naked, so she wore one of my tees. I covered her up with a blanket, turned on the TV to HGTV, and left her to deal with whatever she was going through.
Nearby, I drank my coffee while working on payroll and paying bills on my laptop. I really needed an assistant I could trust. The last two were college girls who flaked when boyfriend problems distracted them. My dream was for Winnie to take over. She was smart and organized. However, she wanted to stay with Lark until the twins were born.
For lunch, I made sandwiches and placed a plate on the table next to the couch. Winnie didn’t look at it. She remained silent, but seemed to be watching TV. I caressed her head then returned to working.
Around two, I found Winnie rolled over onto her stomach and watching me.
“Getting bored of House Hunters?” I asked.
Winnie smiled. “We’re out of condoms. Let’s hope my birth control sticks.”
“I can get more,” I said, shutting down the laptop.
“I don’t want you to leave.”
“Who’d have thought we’d need more than a giant box for the first weekend?”
Winnie smiled up at me then slid over so I could join her on the couch.
“Are you feeling better?” I asked, as she straddled me.
“Yes,” she said, kissing my neck. “I’m not wearing panties.”
“No, you aren’t,” I murmured as my fingers caressed between her legs. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
Winnie responded by rolling her hips over mine. Quickly, my boxers were too tight.
“Are you going to ask why I was weird this morning?”
“No,” I said, slipping my tee over her head and taking in the sight of her already hard nipples. “If you want me to know, you’ll tell me without asking. If you don’t want to share, why should I pressure you?”
Winnie’s expression was one I’d never seen. She grabbed my face and kissed me deeply. Never seeing her so desperate, I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her back. Winnie sucked hard at my tongue, rolling her hips. She only slowed when I filled her and helped her find a good rhythm.
“You understand me,” she whispered, lifting and dropping her hips faster. “I don’t know how you can love me, but I never want you to stop.”
“I love you because you’re perfection,” I groaned as she brought us both closer to the edge. “You are mine and no one can take you away.”
“No one,” she cried, coming hard.
The power of her orgasm brought me with her. Her pussy sucked hungry at my cock and I couldn’t think straight. There was only pleasure and perfection.
Chapter Thirty One ~ Winnie
Dylan finished setting up the cribs in the nursery then I added the bedding. Once the room was completed, we opened the door for Lark and Aaron. Her eyes lit up then grew damp. I noticed a moment of fear in Aaron’s eyes. For the first time, he likely imagined the room full of crying babies. I didn’t blame him for wanting to run. Lark couldn’t run from the reality, so he stayed put.