Page 19 of It All Began at Dixieland

“I think I know you better than you think I do.” He glances at me quickly. “I’m sleeping at my sister’s house and renting storage space. I can work anywhere I live. And I want to live with you.”

“Are we moving too fast?”

“Nope.” He’s infuriating and sweet.

“What ifI’mthe serial killer?”

“I think it’s important for people to have hobbies.” The bubble of anxiety in my gut pops and an effervescence floods my veins.

“You’re ridiculous.” I squeak out between giggles.

“I love you, Efa. All of you. You can’t scare me away.”

“What if I poop in the delivery room?”

“What ifIpoop in the delivery room? I have a delicate tummy in stressful situations.” He counters and I giggle more, thinking if that were true, his time in the military must have been interesting. “Efa.” Ooh, he’s all serious now. “I love you. I’m with you, always.”

Something about his man gives me clarity, certainty, and a knowing that I’m exactly where I’m meant to be. “I love you, too, Foster.”

Efa 17.

“Fuck, I missed you!” I moan, throwing my head back beneath the spray of my shower head as Foster pounds mercilessly into me from behind. His hips stutter, his rhythm faltering for just a moment as he snorts and smacks my left butt cheek.

“I don’t know if you’re talking about me or the shower.”

“Shower!” I blurt out immediately, closing one eye on a wince when I realize what I said. The truth hurts.

“Figured. You had my cock last night.”

“There’s nothing like your own home throne and shower and bed.”

“I’ll admit, you have excellent water pressure.” Bracing my hands on the lip of the tub, I start laughing at the conversation we’re having while he’s balls deep inside me and still thrusting away. “Good God, keep laughing, your pussy is like a damn vise!” He begins moving faster, gripping my thigh, and lifting my leg to rest my foot on the edge. The angle changes and he hits deeper and that’s all folks. My orgasm crashes into me out of nowhere and I screech to the high heavens as the potent pleasure surges through me.

“Good for you, Foster. It’s important to please your woman.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“MOM!”

“Sorry, had to pee and couldn’t wait for you two to finish. You need to look into a house before the baby arrives. Or at least an apartment with two bathrooms.” Foster is frozen behind me, his hands growing cold on my hips as shivers wrack my body from shock and the last of my orgasm. Then I hear my mother empty her bladder.

Kill me now.

Foster lays his head between my shoulder blades. His laughter vibrates through my back, settling warm in my heart.

“Your mom is peeing on the other side of this curtain.”

“I know.”

“I think I understand your issue with the saloon doors at that hotel now.”

“Awesome.”

“I’m still hard.” He whispers. I Kegel the shit out of him and he slaps my ass again. “Stop that.” His frantic hiss does not deter me in the least. “I’m gonna cum and your mom is right fucking there.”

“Her fault for showing up unannounced and interrupting our shower time.”

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