Page 67 of Watch Me
“You’re going to marry her?”
I looked toward Reagan and saw her speaking softly with Randall. “I’ve wanted to marry her since I was seventeen.”
“Wow,” Jess breathed, and I finally looked back at her. “Glad to know the mother of your children was someone you never wanted to marry.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, but if she was still in the picture”—she waved her hand in the direction of Reagan—“we”—she motioned to herself and me—“would have never gotten together and those boys wouldn’t have been born.”
I shrugged. I honestly didn’t know what would have happened if Reagan had never dumped me. “I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.Wedid get married.Wedid have our boys. Andyoudid divorce me. Now I’m moving on, and so should you.”
There was a moment of silence as Jessica turned her attention toward Reagan. Without looking back at me, she said, “I am, but so help me that if anything happens to our kids, Ethan—”
“I won’t let that happen.”
“And if she tries to be their mother—”
“Reagan would never.”
Jessica turned and walked away without another word. I didn’t know if the conversation was over or on pause until some other time, but it didn’t matter because no matter what she said, Ididwant to marry Reagan, and I wanted her to be my boys’ stepmother. I wanted all the things with Reagan: the forever home, the blended family, the first kiss each morning and the last kiss each night. I wanted Reagan to be the one next to me on a porch overlooking Lake Michigan where we watched our grandchildren play in the water. I wanted her face to be the last face I saw before I took my last breath, and then I wanted to wait for her until it was her time and we’d spend forever together in theafterlife.
Reagan approached. “Everything okay?”
I drew her to me and kissed the side of her head. “Yeah, Buttercup. Everything is how it’s meant to be.”
That night, my boys had dinner with my entire family, including Reagan, and I felt as though everything was finally starting to fall into place. My kids were ecstatic, to say the least. I wasn’t sure what Jessica had told them about why they hadn’t seen me for two weeks, but when Cohen said he’d missed me, I told him I had missed him too and that I’d been busy with work. Which, of course, was true. He understood more than Tyson, but I made sure to spend every minute I had with them by actuallybeingwith them. I played in the basement at my parents’ while we waited for dinner to be ready, I hugged them every chance I got, and at the end of the night, I promised that we’d do something fun over the weekend—just the three ofus.
When Reagan and I got back to my condo, I was too hyped up and happy to sleep. “Want to go to karaoke?” I asked as we walked in through the frontdoor.
Reagan turned and looked at me, her brows drawn in. “Doyou?”
I closed and locked the door. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep any time soon.”
She smirked. “I can think of something else we can do.”
She didn’t need to tell me twice.
I picked her up, causing her to squeal, and carried her to our bedroom. “Take your clothes off, baby. I’m going to devour your pussy.”
Apparently, I didn’t have to tell her twice either because, without hesitation, we were both stripping our clothes off. Once I was naked, I got in the middle of the bed, laid on my back and motioned for her to straddle my face. I wasn’t joking when I said I wanted to devour her pussy. I wanted her over my mouth and riding my face as I ate at her like a starvedman.
Reagan hovered over my head, and I hooked my arms around her thighs. When she lowered down enough for me to take my first taste, I stuck my tongue out, taking a slow lick over her entireslit.
“Yes,” she breathed, throwing her headback.
I groaned my response against her, not stopping as I licked, sucked, anddevoured. From the first time I’d ever tasted Reagan’s pussy, I loved it. It was the sweetest cunt I’d ever tasted, and it would also be the last pussy I’d ever taste. I wanted to eat her every chance I got. I was one luckyman.
She started rocking back and forth, doing the work as I held out my tongue. When I glanced up, all I could see was my beautiful Reagan working her tits as she picked up her speed and fucked my face. I’d wanted to devour her pussy—and I was—but having Reagan take control and ride my tongue as though it was my dick was making my cock ache and leak with pre-cum.
I slurped her arousal as she continued, and I grabbed my dick, needing to relieve some of the ache. This was how I knew Reagan was my soulmate. We didn’t need the foreplay if we didn’t want it. We were so in sync with each other that, with a few licks, we were able to get in the mood. When I had asked her if she thought that our sex life would have faltered if we had been married for twenty some odd years, I actually thought the answer was no. I would still be eating her pussy twenty-three years in the future. We may be a little less nimble, but I would find a way.
“I’m going to come,” Reaganpanted.
I groaned, not able to speak, and while she continued to ride my tongue, I reached with my free hand and rubbed her clit until she clenched her legs around my ears and came with jerks, squeezing her thighs against myhead.
When she was done, I stopped stroking my dick as well as licking between her legs. “Grab a condom, baby,” Iinstructed.
Reagan rose and reached to my nightstand, grabbing a silver packet while I stayed on my back. She reached out to hand it tome.
