Page 61 of Summer Fling
"You got Lilliana out of the deal, and she's amazing."
"Lil is amazing. As difficult as Oakley can be, I could never regret having my daughter."
If I was falling for him and he wanted me to stay, I'd have to think about whether I could handle having Oakley in my life for the next however-many years. Would she always cause trouble? Would she eventually move on to some other guy, or even better, would she be more self-aware and realize how her actions were affecting everyone around her, including her daughter?
I had a feeling she wouldn't give up easily, and I'd have to be prepared for that.
Dalton shifted so that he was facing me. "Having Lilliana brought you into my life. I can't regret that either. Everything has been so good lately. I have to believe that it will continue to get better."
I wasn't so sure about that. When I worked in therapy sessions, conflict with exes over childcare were intense. But I wasn't going to bring in my clinical background. Not when he was looking at me with so much tenderness.
He kissed me, and I climbed into his lap, needing to feel him. He was large and hard, and I was present in this moment with him. I wouldn't think about his ex or the future. It was just him and me and this thing we were building.
I took the path laid out for me: went to college after high school, then a master's degree, and finally, almost, a doctorate. But I'd paused my career to figure out if this was what I wanted. Exploring this thing with Dalton was part of it. I wanted to do more of what felt good, and grinding over his cock felt amazing.
His hands cupped my breasts through my shirt, and I arched against his palms, needing more.
We made quick work of our clothes, both of us desperate to be skin-to-skin. He gripped his cock, and I went up on my knees, desperate to slide over his length, but Dalton asked," Do we need a condom?"
"Are you worried about me getting pregnant?" As a single father, Dalton probably thought about that. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable or risk anything.
"You're on birth control though."
"I am."
"Then I trust you."
Everything inside me relaxed. That was saying a lot after being in relationship with Oakley. He wasn't positive that she hadn't done something to get pregnant on purpose. But he trusted me.
I moved over him, sinking inch by inch. He felt so good. My entire body was flushed from the combination of the night air and the heat radiating between us. There was chemistry, but there was so much more.
It was probably crazy to think that we had any kind of future, but in moments like this, I liked to imagine that this was my life. That I lived here with Dalton, and we could be in a real relationship. That I'd figure out my career, and I'd be deliriously happy here on the island.
But that kind of thinking was a suspension of reality.
I had to hold onto that feeling because the more time we spent together, the more I wanted something lasting with him. I wanted to be in his and Lilliana's lives. I wanted him to come home to me in the evenings.
I moved over him, rising and falling, a tingling sensation already building in my body. I needed him to release me, to let me fall over that edge.
He shifted so that he could suck on one nipple, and I couldn't control my reaction anymore. I gripped his shoulders as I exploded, my body spasming around his.
"You're so beautiful." He gripped me as he surged into me from below, his muscles tightening as he finally let go.
I sagged over him, my arms wrapped around his neck. I was banded against his body. When we finally came down from the euphoria of our orgasms, I moved off him.
"No condoms makes things messier." He grabbed his shirt and mopped up his cum.
"You want to take a shower?" I asked him.
"I like how you think." We gathered our clothes and rushed upstairs and into the shower. By the time the water was warm, we were laughing from trying to be quiet and failing miserably.
"It's a good thing Lilliana can't get out of her crib yet. We'd be in trouble if she could roam the house at night."
"We'll have to take advantage of the time we have," I said, meaning it in more ways than one.
He kissed me as we stepped under the stream of water. "We sure do."
I laughed against his mouth, knowing that he couldn't resist playing around in the shower. When I was naked, he couldn't seem to stop himself from touching me.
