Page 49 of Everything I Desire

“I told her I wasn’t sure I was going to be a good dad to Oliver. That was bad. I thought I was going to be sent to my room the way she just stared at me after I admitted that fear. After an hour long lecture pointing out all the ways I was already a good dad, she slapped me on the back and pushed me out her door.” Colton admits.

The three of us are laughing hard at the fact that this little five foot two woman puts us in our place so effectively. I don’t know how her boyfriend, Scott, and his sons could get away with anything while she’s around.

“Hey, babe, it’s almost eight. Don’t we need to grab Kayla?” Addy interrupts.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize what time it was. I’ll be out in a minute.” I say, raising a brow in her direction. Wondering what she is plotting.

I turn to Colton and Preston, “Thanks for the laughs guys. I appreciate the camaraderie in havingall our asses handed to us by the Harper women,” I joke.

Both of them look around, searching for any of the Harper women, and shush me, which only makes me laugh harder.

I was worried that with their reputation in town, and the wealthy family they came from that they would look down on me and my past. But I once again was proven wrong. I even worried that Scott wouldn’t like me because he’s a director of the senior center. He’s well respected in the community. But they’ve all embraced me since coming home.

“Anytime man, call us sometime and we can go grab a beer the next time the girls get together,” Preston offers.

We shake hands and I go out to find Addy. I can’t wait to get her in my bed later, that sundress she wore tonight is killing me. Especially when she snuck her panties in my hand under the table during dinner. Apparently my girl got a dirty streak while I was gone.

“Pick up Kayla, huh?” I question her.

“I need you.” She states simply, placing her hand on my jeans and not so subtly rubbing my cock.

When I finally put the truck in park in the driveway, I lean over the center console and wrap my hand in her hair. I pull her mouth to mine and kiss her passionately.

“What was that for?” She asks with a smile on her face.

“Just for being you and making me see what I deserve in life, and pushing me when I didn’t want to see it.” I open my door and head to hers to open it.

I take her hand in mine and tug her into my house in silence. We both know no other words are needed.

Once we’re inside I pull her into my arms and lead her to the couch. I turn on the same playlist I played for her ten years ago, and light the candles I bought earlier.

“Wow, look at this, Porter. It’s just like our first night at the lake.” She smiles, remembering that same night I’m trying to recreate.

I push in the ottoman and crawl onto the couch to meet her. I lay her down and pull her close.

“You know what my favorite memory of that night was?” I ask looking into her eyes.

“What?”

“Having you look at me like I was the one who hung the moon for you. I knew then that I would love you forever, but I was too scared to admit it.” I kiss her forehead.

“You told me in other ways, Porter. My favorite memory of that night was the way you held me, you held me like I set the sun and hung the moon for you too. I knew that night.” She wiggles backwards, tighter into me.

We lay there for a while just listening to the songs that bring us back.

She rolls over to face me and takes my face in her hands so I’m looking at her. “You know what another great memory was from that night?” She asks with a sly grin on her face.

“What memory?” I ask, curious about what she’s thinking.

She sits and straddles my lap. Then peppers my face with kisses. “The one where you fucked me for the first time.”

“I do recall that being a top five memory for me too. Although, I’d like to think I’m a little better now. And we definitely made love, baby. I never just fuck you.” I run my hands up her stomach, cupping her breasts over her bra. Remembering the dark green lace hiding under her dress.

“I think you might need to do it again so I can compare.” She bites her bottom lip.

“I think I started here,” I say. I slide my hands down her body, finding her clit with my thumb. “I rubbed this spot, but I’ve since learned you really love this spot.” I move the pad of my thumb around her clit in a circle.

Her hips buck off mine as she arches her back. She moans as I continue. I lay her on her back. “And back then I didn’t know how much you really loved this.” I bury my face into her, using my tongue to trace the same path my thumb just did.

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