Dean pulled out and pressed back in, earning a sharp cry from me. Feeling the cool metal press against my G-spot and the pressure on my core was worth it.
He didn’t waste any time. He pushed in and out of me, gaining depth slowly as he went. I was still tight around him, and both of us loved the feel of it. His jaw clenched with every inch he moved. He was enjoying this as much as I was.
It was too much in the most perfect of ways.
“I’m gonna—” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Me too,” he said in a near growl as he let loose and pummeled into me.
If my first orgasm was heat, then this one was fire. It overtook every part of my body, stealing my vision as it burned through me. I lost track of time. I lost track of Dean. All I could do wasfeel.
“Goddammit, Grace.” Dean’s lips covered mine again as he came too.
I swore I could feel him coming inside of me, and I savored every second of it. His body stayed pressed against mine, and instead of pulling away, both of us stilled.
It was how I’d wanted it to be the whole time.
Even though I didn’t want it to, reality crept in.
Mostly because my ass was numb.
“One of these days, we need to have sex on a bed,” I said. “I’m getting too pregnant for this.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I was about to agree when the last bit of pleasure left me and I finally remembered that we were in the middle of making dinner.
“Shit, the soup doesn’t! I need to stir it!”
40
DEAN
Dad Company (But Sometimes Good Advice)
Dean Briggs:I know you all were waiting on the edge of your seats, but my plan failed. I’m now dating the mother of my child.
Comments:
Ryan Kim:You had us in the first half, not gonna lie. Congrats, man!
Robert Colt:Hell yeah! An actual happy ending!
Oliver Brian:Shouldn’t we be on topic? This is a dad advice group ...
Robert Colt:Shh, I’ll bend the rules this once. I’m living vicariously through others.
Instead of waking up alone,I woke up warm. That worry about how this ended hit me before I could enjoy it, butI remembered Mom’s words and tugged Grace closer. Her back was plastered to my front and she snuggled closer in her sleep.
This was what I’d always dreamed of. It had faded in adulthood, hidden by fear and resentment, but now I felt likeme.
Instead of focusing on how it could end, I thought about what I would do next. I wanted to finish the few projects on her house that I’d started. I wanted to move my stuff into her room and go full force on the nursery. I wanted to make her breakfast and talk to her about our days.
I tried to pull away and go get coffee started, but her arms tightened on my forearm.
“Not yet.”
“You’re supposed to be asleep,” I said.