Page 31 of No One Else Can Have Her

“Fuck, I’m going to come.”

All too soon, he had pulled out of her mouth, and Carly watched in amazement as he worked his length, and his cum shot out of the tip, and he aimed it at her chest. She thrust her tits out for him, as he expelled his cum all over her, and she didn’t care. When he was finished, he went onto his knees, cupped her face, and then pulled her in close, kissing her lips.

“Fucking hell, you’re incredible,” he said.

Carly smiled at him, and it was on the tip of her tongue to tell him how she felt, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment. Carly knew he loved her, but she didn’t believe he was in love with her, whereas, she was completely and totally in love with him and had been for a long time.

“I think it’s time to take you back to the shower.”

She cried out as he suddenly lifted her over his shoulder. “I really wish you would stop doing this.”

He gave her ass a little slap, and she yelped. “Hey!”

“I can’t help it. You shouldn’t have such a slappable ass.”

She wasn’t going to argue with him. Being with Nate felt too good to spoil.

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“I don’t know if I like the yellow,” Carly said, wrinkling her nose.

Nate stepped back and looked at the magnolia, the white, the cream, and the yellow. Carly wasn’t pregnant yet, but seeing Reese’s nursery got him thinking. He wanted Carly to associate his home as her home. His plan was to take her by surprise. The moment she was pregnant, he was going to suggest they get married, and then before she knew it, she was going to be his wife and the mother of his children. Everything would fall into place. He had a plan. It wasn’t a great one, but he knew it was going to work.

“And we can’t use blue or pink?” Nate asked.

“No, I would hate to get it wrong, and besides, when our child grows up, they can have any bedroom they want, and any color scheme, within reason. If they ask for real blood, that would just be creepy and gross, and something out of a horror movie.”

Nate wrinkled his nose. “Then it would be time to get therapists, and for me to beat the shit out of Dalton. If my son or daughter wants the room decorated in blood, then it would be his fault.” Dalton was the horror movie lover.

Carly came to stand beside him and rested her head against his shoulder. He loved and cherished these moments. He didn’t realize how little she had touched him over the years. The last couple of months had shown him that. Since they had started trying to make a baby, Carly had become more affectionate toward him, which he didn’t think was possible. She had proven to him it was.

“What do you think?” she asked. “What color do you prefer?”

“The cream,” he said. “You?”

“I think I’m liking the cream a lot more. It is a little duller than the bright white, which is making me think hospital and dental. And a little brighter than the magnolia. I like it.” Carly stepped away from him, and went to the can of paint, prying open the lid and then humming to herself. “Ugh, did you know that I … ugh, that, you know, I’ve skipped a cycle?”

“I know.”

Nate picked up his paintbrush, dipped it into the cream, and started to work the walls.

“Do you think I could be?”

He heard the excitement in her voice, and he turned toward her and smiled. Just as he was about to say something to her, his doorbell rang.

“Excuse me.” He put the brush down, made his way downstairs, and checked through the peephole to see Sarah standing on the doorstep.

He had no idea what she was doing at his home, but he had nothing to hide. Opening he door, he moved out of the way just as Sarah stormed into the house.

“We need to talk,” Sarah said.

“Hello to you too,” Nate said, closing his door and flicking the lock into place. He turned toward Sarah, and then folded his arms across his chest and watched her.

Sarah had started to pace, and he didn’t like how agitated she looked. He wasn’t about to throw accusations at Sarah. She had been tempted by drugs in the past, but she had changed since then, he knew that. Something else must have Sarah acting this way.

“I cannot do this anymore,” Sarah said.

Nate frowned. “And what exactly are you doing?”

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