Page 43 of Stowaway Whirlwind
Mine.
My voice is soft when I ask, “I’m yours?” I hold my breath and wait for confirmation of the truth.
“Yes, you’re mine.Mywoman. Mother ofmydaughter, Lily. Mother of all my future children.”
“And that means you’re…” I leave the rest of my question unspoken because I want him to tell me himself.
“It means I’myourman.Yourfamily. Blood or no blood, I’m Lily’s true father and the father of all of your future children.”
“Future children…” Davis nods, and his half-hard cock jerks inside me, our combined cum already slipping out to wet our thighs. I’m finding it harder to take a full breath. My voice is higher pitched, on the verge of hysteria when I say, “Don’t say that unless you mean it. Because if you regret being with me after this, I’ll be a single mom of two, and it’s hard enough with just one on my own.”
And then I remember what the doctor said at the hospital right before I was discharged, and I can breathe again.Thankgod I can’t get pregnant when I’m still breastfeeding, especially since I haven’t gotten my first period back. Phew.
My pulse refuses to slow, though, with the way Davis is looking at me as if he hadn’t heard what the doctor said, even though he was standing right next to me while we discussed it.Weird.
Davis
A million thoughts flicker in Goldie’s eyes too fast for me to read. But I do know one thing—she needs my reassurance. I just hope she believes me.
“I mean it, honey—every single word. Leaving you was the worst mistake of my life. I should have kissed you, told you I love you, and promised you the world. I didn’t then, but I’m doing it whole-heartedly now.”
“Love…?” Her brows pinch, and I can’t tell if what I said scares her as her body shakes within my arms or if it fills her with as much joy as it does me.
I soften my voice. “It’s ok if you aren’t there yet. I know I have a lot to make up for. But I’m there. I’ve never felt this way about another woman. Not anywhere close. I love you. And I’m going to prove it.” I tip her head up with my fingers under her chin and slant my lips over hers. “I love you, and I love Lily, and we’re going to figure out the future together. Always together.”
“Davis…”
“Say it again, just like that, honey.”
“Davis.” A beat. Then louder, “Davis. Davis.”
I groan, and my cock fully hardens inside her. Goldie’s growing smile is breathtaking as she strokes my cheek, but then she must hear something I don’t, and she drops her forehead to mine. “I need to take a shower before Lily wakes up.”
“You want to take a shower together?”
“No.” She gives me a sultry smile. “Well, yes, maybe next time.”
I lift and carry her down the hallway with my cock plugging her pussy. Each step feels fucking phenomenal, and I’m pretty sure I could cum with her just walking around like this, but there’s no time for that right now. I stop before the bedroom door and waggle my brows, the heaviness of what all just transpired easing into something calmer, more relaxed, almost giddy.
“I’d be happy to clean you up myself.”
Goldie shakes her head. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t be any cleaner than when we get in if I let that happen.”
She’s right. If I end up in the shower with her, I’d fuck her against the tile wall and dirty her up again. I huff but resolve to carry her quietly through the bedroom into the bathroom and leave her with a kiss before making my way into the hall bathroom to take a quick shower myself.
I finish before Goldie, resisting the urge to sayfuck itand join her anyway. Lily is wide awake by the time I pull on a pair of clean jeans, and I can’t help but smile as I scoop Lily up, her head resting against the calla lily tattoo I got in memory of her grandmother. I wish Mom were alive to meet her. Mom would be as in love with her as I am. So would her grandfather.
I drop a kiss on Lily’s forehead, then change her diaper and take her out into the living room. Holding her carefully in one arm, I dig through the duffel bag I left by the front door when I got home last night and take out the blue long-sleeve shirt andpants patterned with tiny silver football helmets I bought for her while on the road.
She’s starting to get fussy since she’s hungry, and Goldie, dressed only in my brown top from yesterday, joins us in the living room. Even though Goldie and I had sex—made love—for the first time thirty minutes ago, if Lily were still asleep, I’d inch the material up her thighs to find out if she’s gone without panties as well as pants.
You know what? I might do just that when she settles on the recliner with Lily to nurse after unbuttoning the top few buttons. I slowly kneel before her and grip her knees. Just a little peek is all I need.
The heat rising within me banks when Goldie chews her cheek and won’t make eye contact, staring at my chest instead. “I’m sorry about the house. How messy it was when you got home.”
Bewildered, I tell her, “Don’t apologize for that.”
“But I let it get so bad when you were letting us stay here for free, so I should have taken better care of it. And obviously, you must have cleaned up instead of sleeping after being on the road for over a month. I’m really, really sorry.”
