Page 43 of Give Me a Reason

At home, I chucked off my clothes and slid into the shower, my cock already hard with the memory of her pussy spasming around my aching cock.

I gripped it, needing the release, and lost myself in the memory of my cock inside her, so warm and tight. I remembered her gasps and moans, her fingers tangling in my hair. It had been everything, and I still wanted more.

I came hard, but afterward, I didn’t feel sated. I still ached for more. It was crazy, but I wanted her.

I didn’t bother to dry my skin, opting to slide between the cool sheets naked, wishing Aria was next to me. I wanted to feel her naked skin against mine. That was my only regret: that we hadn’t had the time to explore each other’s bodies. I wanted to get familiar with the dips and valleys, the feel of her skin, and the press of her mouth on my cock.

Being with her did nothing to sate the beast inside me, and I’d never wanted someone like this. I had a feeling each time would only leave me wanting more, but I wasn’t going to fight it. If she wanted me, I’d take whatever she offered.

But I knew Aria. She was a good girl. The rule follower. She wouldn’t let go with me a second time. There was zero chance she felt like I did right now, unsatisfied and ready for more.

She was probably mired in guilt over what we’d done. Or worried that we’d get caught. I pulled out my phone, debating whether I should let her know there weren’t any cameras. I didn’t want her to worry, but at the same time, I wanted to tell her in person. I wanted to see the look on her face when she remembered what we’d done.

Tomorrow, I’d go back to being just a dad. Tonight, I’d felt freer than I had since Naomi told me she was pregnant. There was a tiny pinprick of hope in my heart, whispering that I could have Aria if I wanted her.

But I pushed back from that thought. I held on to what I already knew. Relationships didn’t last. They always ended in heartache. Paisley didn’t need that turmoil in her life. I’d vowed never to put her through what Ireland and I had experienced.

And that meant no dating around my daughter, no bringing anyone home, and above all, no feelings for anyone else. It wouldn’t last, and she didn’t need to get attached to someone and lose them. I pushed back on the idea that Paisley was already attached to Aria as her caretaker.

How could she resist when Aria was who she was? Her passion for life and her art was this energy that vibrated around her body, drawing everyone in. She made me think that anything was possible.

Hopes and dreams were futile. I’d decided a long time ago not to wonder what would have happened if I’d pursued performing as a full-time job. I was content to be a teacher. Performing at local bars and weddings was enough.

What I wanted was another story. I fell asleep and into a dream where Aria’s lips were ghosting over my skin, her hands touching and stroking. She drifted down my torso, over my abs, and lower. I lifted my hips, somehow knowing she wasn’t really here. This was a dream. One I never wanted to wake up from. And when her mouth closed around my cock, I reveled in the sensation. That Aria was naked in my bed, sucking my dick and making me come alive.

I startled awake right before my release, hard as a rock and aching for her. I immediately threw off the sheet and gripped the base of my cock and squeezed. What had Aria done to me? She’d made me addicted to her. She was the worst kind of seductress, drawing me in without even trying.

It didn’t take me long to stroke myself to release, my cum spurting over my abs, heating my skin. I sighed and closed my eyes, knowing that it wasn’t enough. I needed Aria in my bed. I had no idea how I’d make it happen. But I needed to convince her that sex was enough.

With that ridiculous plan, I got out of bed and jumped in the shower to clean off. I wanted to plan the perfect day for Paisley. After showering, I ate a quick breakfast while scrolling online for local activities.

My finger hovered over a free event at a local baseball park. There wasn’t a game because it was off-season, but there would be free food, games, and prizes. It sounded like a good time, and you didn’t have to be into baseball to enjoy it.

I normally invited Ireland along because she wanted to spend as much time with Paisley as possible, but she was living with Aria. Should I invite them both?

I decided to leave the decision up to Paisley, but I had a fairly good idea of what she was going to say.

I texted Naomi to say I was on my way, then got into my SUV for the short ride to her house. Everything we did, even buying houses in the same school district, was for our daughter.

I knocked on Naomi’s door and waited for the familiar skid of Paisley’s stockinged feet on the wood floors. Then the door flew open. “Daddy!”

I dipped my knees, bracing myself for her to fly into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I straightened, her legs around my hips. I closed my eyes. Everything was right in the world when I was holding her.

She kissed my face all over because I teased her about not liking kisses. I ducked and tried to evade her, but I loved that she was so affectionate.

“How was the wedding last night?” Naomi asked when she appeared in the doorway.

Paisley stopped kissing me and hugged me tighter. Closing the door behind us, I followed Naomi into the kitchen. “It was good. Typical wedding in a church and reception in a hotel ballroom.”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “Can’t people be any more imaginative?”

“Lily’s Rose Farm is a great location. You guys should think about it for your wedding.” When Chris came into the kitchen, I said, “I hear congratulations are in order.”

He shook my outstretched hand. “Thanks.”

“You set a date yet? I want to make sure I’m not working that weekend if you need me to watch Paisley.”

“Not yet. We can’t decide on a venue. Naomi wants to drive out to Chesapeake Bay Resort and see how it is. I guess it’s an all-inclusive deal, and she likes that.”

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