Page 50 of Waiting on You

I haven’t had sex since England, so, with her wet mouth gliding up and down my shaft, it doesn’t take long for my balls to tighten and me to shoot my load down her throat.

I try to warn her it’s happening, but she never stops, never takes her eyes off mine, while she milks every drop of cum from my cock. Then, like the little minx she is, she gives the crown a small kiss and stands.

“Marry me,” I say, half joking.

Her eyes go wide, and then she barks out a laugh. “That good, huh?” She smirks, knowing damn well what she does to me.

I wrap her in my arms and nuzzle my face into her neck. “I missed you,” I admit, “so damn much.”

Her body tenses, but she thankfully doesn’t pull away. And then she shocks me when she murmurs, “I missed you too.”

Paige might be hesitant regarding us, but I’m going to do everything in my power to show her that what happened in London was meant to be. Paige and this baby are mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows that.

After we shower, I throw my sweats back on, sans shirt, while she puts on a pair of tiny cotton pajama shorts and tank, no bra.

She offers to wash my shirt, and I take that as an invitation to stay the night. So, while she throws a load into the washer, I clean up the mess from dinner and then meet her back in her bedroom, leaving the shirt she stole from me on her dresser.

As we’re climbing into bed, my phone goes off with a text, and since it’s kind of late, I check it in case it’s an emergency.

Mom: Can you please reconsider coming home this weekend for your dad’s birthday? You can bring Paige.

“Your mom knows about me?” Paige squeaks, having seen the text from over my shoulder.

“Of course she does,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “My whole family knows about you.”

“Oh my God,” she groans, dropping her head into her hands. “They must think I’m the worst hussy ever, hooking up with a stranger and getting pregnant.”

“Hey,” I say, pulling her hands away from her faceand tilting her chin to look at me. “Nobody thinks you’re a hussy. Don’t ever say shit like that again. What we had in London meant everything to me, and when we had sex, it was two consenting adults who had feelings for each other…one of whom still does.”

Paige’s eyes widen at my admission. “I do too,” she admits sheepishly. “I never stopped having feelings for you, but that doesn’t change the fact that we live four hours apart.”

“Actually, it does,” I say. “Because it means we’ll figure this all out. Starting with a trip to Dallas.”

“What?”

“You read what my mom wrote. She wants to meet you, and she knows I’m not going without you.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I meant what I said. I’m not leaving you.”

“You’re going to have to leave me sometimes,” she sasses.

“Probably, but I just got you back in my arms, so it won’t be anytime soon.”

“You should go,” she argues. “It’s your dad’s birthday.”

“Only if you go with me. And trust me when I tell you that they’re champing at the bit to meet you. We’re a close family, one that you and our baby are now a part of.” I run my hand along the underside of her belly. “Be prepared for my mom to spoil you. I swear she’s closer to my sisters-in-law than her own sons, and she barely goes a few days without seeingmy niece and nephew. She’s beyond excited to have another grandbaby to dote on.”

When I notice Paige’s eyes have turned glassy, I palm the side of her face. “What’s wrong?” I try to think about what I said that would have upset her, but I come up blank. “Talk to me, please.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes and spilling over. “It just made me think about how my mom will never get to meet my baby, and my dad…well, he’s barely a dad, so I have zero expectations of him being a hands-on grandpa.”

“Your mom might not be here, but she’s looking down at you, and fuck your dad. He doesn’t deserve to have you or our baby in his life.”

I swipe a tear that’s resting on her cheek, then lean in and kiss the corner of her mouth. “Come to Dallas with me, Princess,” I murmur against her lips. “My family is going to love you. Hell, I’m almost positive they already do, and if you let them in, they can be your family too.”

“Okay,” she agrees softly. “I’ll go to Dallas with you.”

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