Page 38 of Breakaway

My hands curled around the glass partition before me; my body pressed to it. If anyone was below, they’d have a great view of my naked body.

“What was that, baby? Did you have something else you’d like to add?” Fletcher teased, nipping at my ear.

I shook my head, my legs shaking as he plunged deeper and deeper. Our bodies pressed close together, his dick nudging my back as he continued to assault my pussy with his fingers. His palm rubbed against my clit, my orgasm roaring to life in me.

It started in my toes, traveling up my legs as it moved and set off sparks as it roared to life.

“Oh, God, Fletcher,” I moaned, my body shaking. His other arm came around to brace under my tits, holding me up. My orgasm crested, my whole body trembling between us as I came undone. My pussy clamped down around his fingers, seeking something more.

“Have something to ask me?” he whispered, kissing my neck. His tongue darted out to lick up the column, sucking on the pulse point lightly.

“I don’t even know my own name at the moment,” I whispered, my body feeling like it was no longer connected to me. Fletcher chuckled, the sound rolling through me. I turned around, looping my arms around his neck.

“I love you so much, Fletcher Cromwell. Thank you for taking care of me. You’ve got the biggest heart. I can see why Emila wanted you to be her sperm donor. You’re going to make a great father someday.”

Fletcher sucked in a breath, his eyes closing as he held me close. I could feel his body shaking, and I hoped I hadn’t crossed the line, opening up something he wasn’t ready to face.

“Thank you, baby. That means so much coming from you,” he whispered a few seconds later. His eyes were shiny as he stared at me, his walls completely gone. “You’ve given me a second chance to believe in love and the future I thought I’d never get again.”

“I want that with you, Fletch. With you, Dax, and Reed. I don’t know when. I’m still trying to figure out my career, but I want it… marriage and babies. It doesn’t seem as scary knowing I’d get to do it with the three of you.”

“You’re going to be the most beautiful pregnant woman,” he gushed, his eyes shimmering gold again. “God, I wish I could make that happen right now, but I’ll respect your wishes to wait until we’re all ready.”

I giggled, smoothing his hair back. “I look forward to seeing you go all baby crazy. But for now, fuck me, Mr. Cromwell, sir.”

He groaned, his cock twitching beneath my butt where it sat between my cheeks.

“Yes, Mrs. Cromwell,” he teased, kissing me again like I held his world in my hands.

He pulled back, and his cock twitched at my entrance. I whimpered, the need to have him overpowering me. Fletcher smirked against my lips for a second before he surged up into me. My head fell back, the wet strands falling into the water as the air left goosebumps on my skin. Fletcher held me up as he thrust forward, the water aiding his movement.

Soon I was panting, my breath hitching with each thrust. I gripped his neck, my fingers digging into his scalp as I held on.

“Come for me, Henley. Let go.”

“Fletch.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, my orgasm slammed into me this time as I fell over the edge. My body convulsed, twitching as I spasmed around him. The water moved, the air around us growing colder, until I realized Fletcher had stepped out of the water with me still in his arms. His cock continued to rock into me, his thrusts growing more frantic. With one more deep jerk of his hips, he stilled, holding me tight.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his head rolling back as he came in me. When he returned from his orgasmic high, he walked us over to the shower, setting me on my feet.

“Why did you climb out?” I asked curiously, hitting the on switch.

“I didn’t want to cum in the water. Felt like a responsible thing to do,” he said, his cheeks reddening a little.

Giggling, I kissed him, loving how he thought of others. We quickly rinsed off, using the soft towels to dry ourselves, and lounged in front of the fireplace while we waited for our next appointment. By the time we left another hour later, my hair fixed and a cute dress on my body, I felt like a new person, and that was all Fletcher Cromwell’s doing. I smiled, knowing that from here on out, he was mine forever.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Henley

Fletcher held my hand in his as we drove home, our bellies full from a delicious dinner. It had been so long since I’d been taken out on a proper date—our pizza one over the summer was the last time I’d had anything remotely close. In a weird way, it reminded me I was a woman. So often, I pushed my femininity down to make it easier to survive the day. But when you did it so much, it became the norm.

Fletcher had given me a gift by showing me I could still be strong and feminine. It wasn’t only my strength he desired, but my softness too—he loved all of me.

“This was a perfect day,” I whispered.

“Even this morning?” he teased.

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