Page 40 of Sticking Out

“I…I have a learning disability. Dyslexia, actually. It didn’t get diagnosed until high school. That’s why I had such a hard time in school and that’s why my parents put me in hockey when I was young. I didn’t get my brother’s brains.” I lift my eyes to find loving concern on her face, which prompts me to continue. “I have a hard time reading and learning. I don’t want our child to suffer like I did. I realize I should have told you that before. I find it hard to talk about.”

“You haven’t told anyone?”

I put my arm behind my head. “No.”

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Conner.”

I snort out a humorless laugh. “Kids were cruel.”

“Yeah, kids can be cruel,” she agrees, as she frowns and glances down. “Teens are cruel too.”

Is she remembering something from her past? Or maybe she has a secret of her own that she’s not telling me. “I understand if you don’t want to have a child with me. I should have told you. I want to help you, Dani. I just don’t talk about my learning disorder, but you should have had all that information before we began this…I understand if you don’t want?—”

She puts her finger on my lips to stop me. “Conner. You were having a hard time reading the instructions.”

“What?”

“When you were baby proofing the bathroom.” She gives a small laugh of relief. “I thought you were having second thoughts, but that wasn’t it at all.”

“I was having a hard time,” I admit. “Actually, my learning disorder was a big part of my hesitation when you asked me for a favor.”

“What is the other part?”

I frown and reach for her hand. “I didn’t want anything to ruin our friendship. We both know things can be taken away from you pretty quickly.” My gaze moves over her face, gauging her reactions as I wait… Wait for what? Do I really expect her to say she wants to be more than friends? She asked for my DNA, not marriage. She still loves her late husband. Besides, how could we ever be together? The secret I’m keeping would make me insane, because I think about it whenever I see her, and if I ever told her, to get it off my chest, it would gut her and she’d never forgive me.

“I was thinking,” she murmurs. “You said you have a hard time reading instructions.”

“Yeah.”

She smiles at me, her eyes tired. I’m about to tell her we should get some sleep, when she says, “You know what you don’t have a hard time reading.”

“What?”

“Me, my body. What I want and need.” She moves to straddle me. Falling forward, she takes my hands and weaves her fingers through mine. Her mouth finds mine for a soft, gentle kiss full of want, need and passion, and it curls around my heart and hugs tight, momentarily making me forget what’s happening between us is just to make a baby. When she breaks the kiss, she grins. “Did you read anything into that?”

“Hell yeah, I did.”

I put my arms around her back and roll her, until I have her pressed beneath me. I move her hair from her face, the softness in her eyes seeping under my skin and pulling every emotion from my darkest corners.

“Conner,” she murmurs, like she’s feeling something very different here too.

I don’t answer. I know what she’s asking. I kiss a slow path down her neck, zero urgency in us tonight, probably because we’re both so tired, or maybe it’s something else. My brain isn’t really working at top speed at the moment.

I moan against her skin and kiss her breasts through her shirt. She wiggles beneath me, and my cock presses against her leg. My fingers connect with soft skin as I lift her shirt, and moan in sheer delight when I’m gifted with a view of her beautiful pert nipples. With a gentle touch, I lightly trace one with the tip of my finger, and slide my tongue around the other.

“Yes, Conner.” She arches her body, her fingers raking through my hair. I spend a long time on her nipples as my cock aches for release, but I ignore it for the moment, because I simply want to savor every minute, every taste of this incredible woman.

Her moans are soft, breathy, and when her hands move to my shoulders and back, her touch is slow and thorough as they feather over my muscles. I eventually tear my mouth away from her luscious breasts and start a slow path downward until I reach her panties. I grip them with my teeth and tug them down. Her fingers fall from my back, no longer able to reach me and she moans with displeasure.

“I love touching you,” she murmurs, and I glance up to see her go up on her elbows to watch me. That moan of displeasure turns to one of delight as I remove her panties and bury my face between her legs, and the second I taste her, I honestly don’t know which of us is experiencing more pleasure.

With the soft blade of my tongue, I swirl through her liquid heat—I do love how excited she gets when she’s with me. She softly chants my name as I turn my focus to her perfectly aroused clit.

I rub it with my finger. “So beautiful.”

She whimpers and moves her body, and I cover her swollen nub with my mouth, and suck her in. Her whimpers grow louder and I slip a thick finger inside her channel. As I torture her with my mouth and hands, her breathing changes and in no time at all, she tumbles into a sweet orgasm.

“That’s my girl.” Keeping my finger inside, giving her something to clench on to, I ease the pressure on her sensitive clit and glance up at her. I take in her flushed cheeks, the way her eyes are locked on mine, the look of happiness and stupor on her beautiful face. There is nothing I’d like more than to make this woman come every single day.

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