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He smirked, pulling out of me and leaning in to kiss my temple. “And it might not be the last time,” he told me, making it sound like a promise.

I turned to face him, my hand immediately reaching for his shaft. “What can I do?” I asked, not wanting him to wait for too long and make him suffer.

He looked at me with a smile, placing his hands on my hips and shaking his head at me. “Nothing right now. Let’s enjoy the rest of the night and when we go home, you can show me how much you love my dick in that pretty mouth of yours.”

I grinned up at him and nodded. “Can’t wait.”

He leaned in to kiss me while I pulled his shorts back up to cover him, then I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and kissed him back passionately, secretly wishing we were already home so I could release him as well.

39

I looked over at Valley who was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at her phone and frowning.

“Everything okay?” I asked, cleaning the last plate to place it to the side to dry.

“Dad just texted. He said Della started another fight because she won’t let you come home with me tomorrow night unless she doesn’t attend the party.”

“It’s their anniversary…” I pointed out, confused as to why Della would miss her own party.

“My point exactly,” Valley sighed, setting her phone down and looking at me. “We’re going. I don’t care if she’s there or not. Dad wants you there too, so we’re going.”

“Didn’t say I won’t go. I don’t think she’ll miss her wedding anniversary.”

“She’s probably gonna ignore us and talk behind our backs,” she said.

“Don’t care. If she wants to be petty and mad on an important day like that, there’s nothing I can do to help it.”

Valley nodded. “Besides…she’d act the same even with just me around.”

She had a point there.

Della still didn’t talk to Valley, barely said hello and goodbye, which really proved the point that even people my age could be immature as shit.

“We’ll go tomorrow and see what happens. Can’t make her change her mind about our relationship,” I told her. “Let’s not worry about her. We had a great time last night at the spa, and we spent all day fucking all over the house. There’s nothing tearing us apart.”

Her smile grew at my words, and when I was done with the dishes, I stepped between her legs and placed my hands on her thighs. “You’re stuck with me, and if you ever try to leave, I will remind you what you’ll be missing.”

“You know I would never leave you,” she replied, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer.

I studied her face, wondering if she knew what it meant. Yeah, the age difference didn’t bother us, but not even she could deny that when I’m eighty, things most certainly wouldn’t be the same.

“Don’t you want kids?” I asked, watching as her brows furrowed.

“No. I’ve never wanted to have kids. I don’t think I would be a good mother,” she said.

“How come?”

She shrugged. “I have this feeling in my gut. I’ve never wanted to become a mother…and I’ve also never wanted to get married. Those are just things that don’t sound right. I just…can’t imagine myself in certain situations.”

I understood, because I’ve also never wanted to be a dad. Marriage was another thing I didn’t think I would wanna go through, as not even relationships were something I was hoping to be in one day.

“And what if you get pregnant? Would you get an abortion?”

“I think that’s a difficult topic.”

“Why?”

“Because it depends who and where the father would be.”

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