Page 46 of Apex of the Curve

Chapter Twelve

Fenris…

I was having trouble deciding which was hardest. My dick or leaving her in my bed to get some sleep without me.

I wanted to ravish her. Wanted to mark her with my scent, hold her under the shelter of my body and make her scream her pleasure into the candlelit dark, but I had shit to do.

When I finally did get to go in to her, she was fast asleep, the lines of worry and the weight of her circumstances erased from her face, the tension that rode her neck and shoulders a thing of the past.

I loved that she unconsciously pulled herself into my side, cuddling close when I came to bed and I couldn’t remember falling asleep so quickly. A night without visions of the things that I’d done…

The next morning, she was gone when I woke, light streaming in the bedroom window between the cracked curtains.

Fuck.

I got up, took a hot shower, beat off to the imagined image of those green eyes surrounded by her tousled blonde hair looking up at me, my cock pressed between her pussy lips as she begged me to fill her and just as soon as I came, I started on my second orgasm when my cock didn’t lose even one iota of its turgidity.

As soon as I was out and dressed, I picked up my phone to text her.

Me: What time you gonna be home?

It was like she was waiting to hear from me, because her reply was immediate.

Her: 7?

Me: LOL u askin’?

Her: LOL, no, could be a little before, could be a little after.

Me: Is it your Friday yet?

Her: No, tomorrow.

Me: K

Her: Why?

Me: Dunno yet. I’ll figure it out and let you know.

Her: Ok?

I shot back a smartassed emoji and went downstairs. We’d had a couple of babies the night before. Well, three actually. A single kid and a pair of twins, but one of the twins didn’t make it.

My dad came in the back door just as I poured myself some coffee.

“How are they?” I asked.

“Good, no complaints. Both are up and eating off their moms, so I think we’re good.”

“Right on.”

He eyed me and it held the feel of criticalness.

“Say whatever you’re gonna say, Pops.”

“Aspen,” he said. “You plannin’ on keepin’ her?”

“She’s not a stray cat, Dad.”

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