Page 77 of Hideaway Whirlwind
“Fifty days, to be exact.”
“Only a blink of an eye for everything to change. Everything,” she emphasizes, eyes open in awe.
“A whirlwind.” I grab her hand and spin her and Kendall around before gathering them in my arms. “I was hoping, if we get it done in time, come summer when the kids are out of school, we could start traveling. We can take the dogs, too. To the beach, the mountains. From Anchorage to Miami. Anywhere you want to go.”
“I think a new baby might throw a wrench in those plans,” she says with a teasing grin. Killian already has.
Though she will be taking her GED subtests within the next few months, she has decided not to enroll in school until the spring of next year, so she won’t be starting off in the midst of what she says is the worst of the sleep-deprivation phase. I, personally, can’t wait to experience it.
“Then we’ll do it the summer after that,” I say. “We have all the time—” I stop with a cough.
* * *
Now that Birdie’s mother has been taken care of, the kids can sleep in their own new beds, Sydney sharing a room withKendall, and Dustin soon to share with Killian. Lying on our reclaimed bed, Birdie straddles my thighs in a tiny crimson nightgown with slits that travel up the sides of her hips to her waist. It doesn’t matter what she wears, she’s always drop-dead sexy, making my blood run hot. But this nightgown has to be my favorite, the fabric stretched taut across her mouth-watering curves in the soft lighting of the nightstand lamp we’ve left on.
“Earlier…you were going to say ‘all the time in the world’, weren’t you?” She braces her hands on my bare chest, her soft hair falling forward to tickle my tattoo of her birth year.
It’s still difficult, sometimes, to believe she’s real. That she’s mine. That fate hatched this plan for us so long ago, and here we are, finally together.
I grunt, the tips of my ears burning. “Don’t have much of that left. I have maybe ten years, if I’m lucky, ‘til you…”
“Until I what, Daddy?” She lightly drags her fingertips down my stomach and back up again.
I grab her hips and slide her back and forth across my lap, bristling, but in a pleasurable way, at the sensation of the pilling fabric of my sweatpants rubbing my hard shaft. “‘Til this,” I say, lifting my hips to grind against her pussy, “no longer interests you.”
“Do you know something I don’t?” She raises a brow as she rolls her hips, sitting up and cupping her breasts before sliding one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other. Not enough to bare her breasts, but enough to have me salivating all the more for the sight and taste of her nipples already budding with desire.
“What?” How am I supposed to think, much less have a coherent conversation, when I have an avenging goddessriding my lap?
“Like, are you worried you won’t be able to get it up? Because there are pills for that, Daddy.”
I groan when she tugs the triangles down, revealing herself to me. “No, no, that’s not what I meant,” I grumble, palming her tits and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples that tighten further. “Believe me, I’ll always be able to ‘get it up’ for you.”
“Then what did you mean?” she challenges, rising onto her knees to work my sweatpants down to my upper thighs, releasing my cock, precum beading at the swollen tip.
I shove a hand into my silver hair and look off to the side at the bubbling creek through the window. “I’m an old man, Birdie. In ten years, you’ll only be thirty-two, and I’ll—”
“Still be the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.” Birdie fists my cock, making me moan as she firms and relaxes her grip, stroking me up and down, driving me to the brink of climax before she stops abruptly, wiggling to get her feet under her. “Help me,” she demands, her growing belly and mine making it that much more difficult to have sex facing each other.
“And in twenty years?” I ask, easily lifting her until she can get her feet in position, flat on the mattress.
She teases me when she flexes her thighs, hovering above me so I only get the faintest brush against her wet entrance. “By then, our youngest will be off to college, we’ll have the whole place to ourselves, and I plan to bounce on your cock”—she lowers an inch, taking just my crown inside her—“and beg you to cum inside me in every single room of this house. Outside by the creek, the shed, the deck, the stairs—nowhere is off limits.”
“Damn, Birdie.” I clench my teethand arch my neck when she takes a few more inches before she shoves against my chest to raise her bottom, working only my tip.
“And when you’re ninety—”
“Too far,” I tell her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“And when you’re ninety,” she repeats with a fiery scowl, “I’ll be fifty-seven. Maybe it’s you who won’t want to be with me.”
“Like hell I won’t,” I snap, my arms shaking with the need to drop her on my dick, holding back until she gives me permission to do so. “You’ll be lucky if you can go a single day without me getting my old hands all over you.”
Birdie grabs my face, digging her fingertips into my cheeks so I won’t look away—not that I could, completely arrested by her fierce beauty. “So you get it. I don’t care how old you’ll be because it doesn’t matter. Ten, twenty, thirty plus years from now—for however long I get to be with you—I will always want you because you’reyou. Now, fuck me, and tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, Mama, fuck!” I drop her straight down on my lap, our skin clapping against each other’s as I help her ride my length, her breath gone choppy with pleasure when I bottom out within her repeatedly. And as good as it is in this position, I need her mouth. I need her taste. I need her very air to breathe.
“Do it,” she says, reading my mind, needing me as much as I need her.
