Page 14 of It All Began at Dixieland

“None of that. Don’t apologize. We’re together now and we’ll work it all out in a few hours.” He groans, “It’s going to be hell knowing you’re so close, but I can’t touch you.” Not overthinking it, I burrow into his broad chest, my arms twining around his back, and I give me, us, a minute.

“I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” he whispers into my hair, then gently urges me into the bathroom. I pee, wipe my face, and take a few deep breaths as I wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I note my flushed cheeks, bright eyes, and the proud set of my shoulders. My hands drift to my middle and a big smile stretches my lips to the point of pain. The dark cloud of the last few months dissipates and the sun shines bright and promising out of every pore of my body.

He's real. He’s here. And that’s all that matters, for now.

Foster 14.

I can’t stop touching her. I’m not even trying. Months without her, I won’t leave any distance between us ever again. The last 5 hours were hard enough; however, the constant stream of readers and fans kept me distracted. Though she was on my mind the whole time.

Pregnant. She’s pregnant. With my child. I’m going to be a dad. I can hardly believe it. Especially, because we used condoms every time…except that one time after the shower. Damn. My swimmers are exceptional. The Michael Phelps of sperm. The Peyton Manning of ejaculate. The Michael Jordan of baby batter.

Alright, I’m done.

And now, she’s here, in my hotel room, on my bed, with her head on my chest, her body between my legs. Her soft snores vibrate through my ribcage and settle in my heart. We weren’t in here five minutes before she passed the fuck out after the signing. I know we have so much to talk about, but I’m content to lay here with her forever.

“Mmm.” Her moan is unexpected in the near silence of the hotel room. Efa’s cheek rubs up and down on my shirt, her legs entwined with mine. No doubt she can feel my erection against her middle. “You aren’t a dream.”

“I can be.” I tease huskily, my hands trailing down her back before tangling in her hair. I tilt her head up and take her lips in a soft kiss. Like coming home after a long trip.

“You’re better than a dream.” Shifting us on the bed, I lay her on her back and hover over her, my face inches from hers. A serene smile tips her lips, as she blinks her eyes open slowly. She’s fucking beautiful.

Burying my face in her neck, I tell her, “So, are you.” Sliding down her body, I push her shirt up until the little bump of her belly is exposed. I kiss it over and over again, so many emotions swell in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

“It’s ok, Foster. It’s going to be ok.” I nod, but don’t respond, I can’t. Words are difficult right now, so I focus on touch. Showing her with my hands, my tongue, my lips how much she means to me. How thankful I am we found each other again.

Minutes later, laid out before me like a feast, naked and begging, three fingers pump deep into her hot pussy, my tongue toying with her sensitive nipples. Her tits are bigger, nipples thick, the weight of them in my hands a blessing.

“Cum for me, baby. I want one from you before I fuck you hard and fast.” Biting her bottom lip, she meets my eyes and holds my stare as she shatters at the tips of my fingers. The tight clutch of her channel dares me to hold out any longer.

Positioning myself between her supple thighs, I lift one of her legs to rest on my shoulder, the other I push toward her chest, and drive into her. Months I’ve gone without her, the scent of her arousal tickling my nose, the whimpers of pleasure that only I can elicit, the feel of her complete surrender beneath me.

“Mine. I told you; you were mine. I meant it, baby. This pussy, those magnificent tits, your heart, this baby…mine. ALL MINE!” I set a punishing rhythm, exorcising all of my frustration, sadness, hopelessness…I pound into her tight pussy over and over again. My heavy balls against her ass, the slap of flesh as our pelvises meet, the flush that darkens her skin from tits to her captivating face.

“Pinch your nipples. Pull on them, pretend it’s my mouth.” I order, my hand drifting down her smooth leg until my thumb rests on her swollen clit. Tight circles of the bundle of nerves have her pussy clamping down on my shaft. Her fingers pluck her nipples, her eyes still locked on mine, she licks her lips.

“Cum inside me, Foster.” Her voice is breathy, thin, demonstrating how close she is. “Cum with me, please.” My hips stutter. The sound of her begging has my balls pulling up tight and my spine tingling.

My thumb speeds up on her clit, and seconds later she’s soaking my cock, pulling my orgasm from my heavy balls. Our combined juices create quite a mess between us, but I don’t care. I’m so fucking happy right now.

Moving her legs, I wrap my arms around her and turn us to our sides to catch our breath. I press my lips to her damp forehead and linger in the moment of satisfied bliss.

“I tried, Foster. I would never keep your child from you. Regardless of how you felt about me—”

“I’m fucking gone for you, Efa. I’ve been gone since I saw you freaking out on the side of the road. Every word, every laugh, every moan, every touch I’ve only fallen more under your spell. You didn’t return my messages and I worried that you didn’t feel the same. How could this overwhelming connection be one-sided?”

She cups my cheeks in her soft little hands and smiles sadly. “I don’t use my personal Facebook…ever. I’m so sorry, Foster. We’ve lost so many months…”

“We did.” I agree, the words dragged from my throat. “And we can’t change that no matter how much we wish it to be different. But we’ve been given a second chance, an opportunity to set us on the right path.” I smooth my hands over her belly reverently. “To be the family we are meant to be.”

“We hardly know one another. It seems silly to say, but it’s one thing to co-parent, it’s another to call us a family.”

A growl of denial bubbles up. I don’t like her answer, but I can understand where she’s coming from. Logically, I know that one night together shouldn’t be enough for the foundation of a solid relationship…marriage. And yet, love is illogical.

“Aside from finding out you are pregnant with my child, have you thought of me since you left my hotel room 4 months ago?”

“At least every minute of every day,” she admits quietly.

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