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The moon illuminates my bedroom, giving me an unfettered view of my girl. My fingers stroke over the apple of her cheek. I fucked up earlier; I had a little freakout because this girl makes me feel things so intensely, and seeing my dad have a hard time getting up or moving around always gets to me.

Dad was smitten with her, which was easy to see. I think the feeling was mutual on her end. They talked sports during commercials and yelled and cheered together during the game, and I almost felt like I was invisible, but I liked it.

How many times am I going to be a dick to her before she finally says forget it? I hope to God she can forgive me for being an asshat.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her toward me. I flip her around until her back is against my front, shoving my leg in between hers. For someone who used to love sleeping alone, I can’t seem to stop myself from wrapping my body around hers.

Once I’m comfortable, it doesn’t take long before I feel myself fall asleep.

The feel of lips on my neck wakes me. I open my eyes and see the sky is starting to turn that purple it does before the sun appears on the horizon. My eyes slide closed and a moan slips past my lips as she nips my throat and then my ear.

“Baby, what are you doing? I-I thought you were mad at me,” I say quietly.

Her hand wraps around my cock and squeezes it. “I was, but I’m not now.” Britain grabs my chin, turning my face toward her. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her until she’s on top of me, straddling my hips. She starts rocking, rubbing her wet pussy up and down on my cock. I’m still in my boxer briefs, but I need to feel her. “Lift your hips, baby.”

Britain does what I ask and I reach down, pulling the material down far enough to free my dick. She settles back on me and slides up and down—moaning when my dick hits her clit. I reach down and pull her t-shirt up and over her head.

I grab her face with both hands, pulling her down until her lips are on mine. I flick my tongue against her lips until she opens to me. Our tongues duel, I let go of her face and grab her hips, moving her more quickly. She’s drenching my dick; I just need to move her a little bit and I can bury myself inside her.

I pull my lips a hair’s breadth away from hers. “Are you going to fuck me?” I whisper.

She doesn’t answer me. Britain just lifts her hips, grabs my dick, and then impales herself. She sits up, resting her hands on my stomach for balance. Ever so slowly, she lifts herself until she’s almost out before letting herself sink back down.

I watch her throw her head back and then arch her back as she begins riding me. I love that in such a short amount of time she’s becoming so much more confident. God, she feels fucking amazing: fucking hot and so fucking wet. I reach up, grabbing onto her nipples. I tweak them until she cries out. She starts riding me harder, and I reach down to strum her clit. Her movements become erratic, I lift my hips just enough, and she detonates around me, drenching my groin.

I wrap my arm around her hips and flip us so I’m on top of her and pound into her at a punishing pace. Her cries are music to my ears. Planting myself to the root, I begin to come and come hard—I feel her come again and squeeze every drop of come from me.

I pull out and then flop onto my back next to her, trying to get control of my breathing. Britain rolls to her side and lays her head on my chest, drawing imaginary circles around my belly button. “Stop getting freaked out, okay? This whole thing has freaked me out, but I’m here with you. Don’t put words in my mouth.” She kisses my chest, rolls over, and in no time she’s softly snoring.

She’s right, I did freak out. I need to stop it…can’t I just live in the moment with her? Britain is not my mother—I’ve seen her with her nieces, and with her brothers. She’s got a lot of love to give, and gives it unconditionally.

I can’t fall back asleep after my little morning surprise from her and grab my phone off the nightstand. It’s only five-thirty in the morning. I carefully pull my boxer briefs back up and over my dick before climbing out of bed.

I jump in the shower, then dress in a pair of shorts and head downstairs, booting up my computers. I check over things at the company, and it all looks great. I couldn’t have asked for a better team backing me up. Next week I’ve got meetings with potential clients who want apps for their business.

Once I finish up, I start the coffee and start cooking breakfast. I hear movement and look to the mouth of the kitchen to find my girl standing there with her face soft with sleep and her blonde hair all wild around her shoulders.

She doesn’t wear it down often, but when she does, I love it. I hold my hand out to her and thankfully she takes it. “Morning, baby.” Britain lets me pull her toward me. “Did you sleep well?”

She leans in, resting her forehead against my neck, and nods. Her arms are around my waist and I kiss the top of her head. I pick her up and set Britain on her spot on the counter. I grab her a cup of coffee with her favorite creamer. “Thank you,” Britain says quietly.

I step between her legs, caging her in with my arms. “I’m really, really sorry about last night. I know down deep in my soul that you’re not my mother, and I promise I will work on that.” I thread my fingers through her hair and get close. “I love you, Britain. I don’t know what our future holds, but I want to find out more than I’ve wanted anything.”

She throws her arms around my shoulders, hugging me tightly to her. “I love you too, Silas.”

It’s music to my ears every time she says it.

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The past three months since my freakout have been the best in my life. Britain has basically moved in with me, my sister is planning her wedding, and my dad, at Britain’s insistence, joined a card club that she found.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, my girl and her nieces pick up my dad—who they’ve begun calling Uncle Sam, and he loves it—and take him to the VFW. He’s there for hours, drinking coffee, eating lunch, and playing card games.

I’ll never be able to thank my girl enough for finding that group. My dad’s a new man, making friends and getting out more.

My business has been booming and I don’t know why I didn’t open an office sooner. My staff is fantastic and knows their stuff. When I’m designing I tend to work from home because I work crazy hours, which Britain has gotten to see.

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