“I don’t think you ever told me how Lawrence died, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess heart attack.”

Toby made the statement as he poured a glass of ginger ale. Meredith didn’t drink and Toby was more than happy to drink something that didn’t impair his decision-making skills. He handed a glass to Meredith as he awaited her reply by sipping from his own glass.

“Or cirrhosis of the liver. I know he was older, but his heart was in good shape comparatively speaking.”

“Really? Then I’m going to assume you never looked like that when he was alive. Because my heart felt like it was going to stop when I first saw you tonight.”

His heart skipped a few beats, but it couldn’t have stopped based on the blood flowing to his crotch. Thankfully, Caleb sat between them at the movie, so Toby’s wandering hands were kept to a minimum. Even with the buffer, his hand had itched all night to reach over and touch her thigh.

“It’s safe to say it’s been a long time since I played dress up. You know, just because I wanted to dress up, you didn’t have to put on a tie.”

Meredith rocked her glass back and forth, then took a slow sip. Her nose crinkled as the bubbles presumably got to it.

“You honestly think I was about to let you go out looking like that without me at least putting on a tie? If we didn’t look like we dressed for a night out together, someone would’ve tried to make a move. Don’t think I didn’t notice the waiter making eyes at you.”

It was her breasts the creep couldn’t stop staring at. Toby found his eyes drifting down multiple times during the dinner, but that didn’t give the teenager a right to take a look.

“Please tell me you weren’t jealous of that guy. As horrible as it sounds, I almost asked if he needed a few bucks for some acne medicine.”

Toby snorted, causing the ginger ale in his mouth to tickle his nose and spew out his mouth. Thankfully, he was standing next to the sink and could keep it from spraying over the counter in Meredith’s direction. A soft laughter filled the kitchen.

“Maybe I should have told you that in the restaurant. I would’ve loved for other people to see that reaction.”

They’d been home for about thirty minutes, just long enough to tuck both kids in bed and make it out to the kitchen. The kitchen alone was as big as his cabin. It had dark granite countertops that contrasted with the light wood cabinets and floor. Toby didn’t care much about the professional appliances since he didn’t use the kitchen for anything other than a gathering point if he was throwing a party.

“Do you really think you have to get all dressed up to make me want to put you on the counter and leave you gasping? I’m pretty sure I’ve made it clear that I want you, but a little birdie told me today that my intentions with your body weren’t coming across clear.”

Meredith bit her lip and glanced down at the counter separating them. Toby had thought about working up to his question, and putting it a little more delicate, but she was killing him.

“You say that, but we’ve been living together for a week and you’ve barely even kissed me. I’ve seen things seem to work fine down there, and yet, you haven’t tried anything.”

Toby put his glass down and walked slowly around the center island. Keeping a distance would’ve been smart, but if Meredith wanted to play with fire, he was going to see how bright she wanted to burn.

“I gave you pick of rooms, and if I remember right, you’re the one who decided not to sleep in mine.”

Meredith spun around as Toby got closer. Her bottom lip stayed between her teeth, only making Toby want to bite it himself.

“I wasn’t sure I’d be welcome, or how that would look to Caleb. He still wants you to move in with us when we get home, but he had a minor freak out today when he started picturing your feet hanging off the couch.”

“Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever understand that kid. Hasn’t he said he wants me to be his father? Doesn’t that at least rate a spot in your bed?”

The kid hopefully didn’t know why dads and moms slept in the same bed, but he should have an idea that’s how things work. Toby had made it around to stand a foot in front of Meredith. He’d tried to keep his eyes on hers, but as he placed his hands on her hips, he let them drop to the see-through fabric covering her breasts. It looked so delicate that he could grab the top of it and rip it off with little resistance.

“I’m slightly tired of bringing his name up, but Lawrence was known to fall asleep on the couch, so Caleb probably doesn’t understand people who like each other sleep together.”

“Are you going to make me sleep on the couch?”

Taking a step closer, he pulled Meredith into his body. She mentioned she knew about his physical reaction to her, but he wanted to make sure she felt exactly what she did to him.

“Are you saying when we go back, you’ll be staying with us?”

“Will you sleep in my bed tonight so I can hold you?”

Toby knew that wasn’t what she wanted, but unless they could fly Dr. Theodore in to give her a physical and approve sex, he wasn’t chancing causing her pain. It seemed to be an unpopular opinion, and one that would more than likely keep him up all night wishing he didn’t have great restraint.

The disappointment was clear on her face. Her eyes and lips turned down to transform her happiness into a full-face frown. Toby didn’t want to cause her grief. There had to be a happy medium for them.

“I don’t want to hurt you, and the second I get you naked in a bed, I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

“I’m not a piece of glass.”

It was a sentiment she’d been trying to get across since the day they met. He knew Meredith wasn’t as fragile as he saw her, but that didn’t change the fact that she’d had enough hurt in the world, and he wasn’t about to cause more. It didn’t matter if it was emotional or physical. His goal was simply to do everything in his power to bring her joy.

Her disappointment had changed slightly into a look that meant to skewer him. It seemed there was rarely any in between for her. She was either happy or she wanted to light you on fire with her eyes. Toby found both looks endearing.

“Are you wearing underwear?”

The underlying issue seemed to be her frustration. Toby had plenty of his own pent up, but he could deal with it. It was hard to believe he was thinking about taking Jimmy’s advice, but for once his friend appeared to be right.

Meredith looked confused for a second, but quickly shook her head. It wasn’t like whether she was wearing any would make a big difference. The lack of it just made his task easier.

Before she could react, he closed his hands around her hips and lifted her up onto the counter. There was a startled gasp from within her chest that made Toby smile. He hadn’t had many chances to show off his strength.

During the move, her dress had ridden up some, but not enough to give him full access to his goal. He used one arm to quickly push her back a little. She positioned her arms behind her to prop up her torso. It was the position he was hoping she’d mold into.

Once that was set, he pulled her right leg away from her left, lifting her butt slightly off the counter so he could use his free hand to expose her mound. Licking his lips, he stared down at her offering. A part of him was surprised that his mountain woman was smooth. He preferred little hair for what he was about to do, but he had dreams of her being all natural.

“I know you already know it, but I love you more than I can say in words, Meredith. You and the kids are my life now, and I don’t want you to forget that.”

Not waiting for a response, Toby bent over and slid his tongue across her visibly wet slit. There was no denying how horny she was based on her juices. The tanginess of them hit his tongue and he lapped them up, sticking his tongue up into her to get more of them.

Meredith moaned loudly. Her arms immediately gave way, causing her to lay back on the counter and writhe against it. Her thigh muscles tightened around his head as she pushed into his mouth.

“Oh, god,” she panted as her breathing became erratic.

Toby laughed against her skin, making her shiver it seemed as his warm breath hit her. Liking the reaction, he blew softly up her slit.

“I didn’t think you were a religious person.”

With his right hand, he pressed his thumb against her button. Not expecting the scream that ripped from her chest, he stopped moving instantly.

It took a second, but Meredith eventually spoke. Her legs trembled, leaving Toby to try to figure out whether he’d hurt her or she’d just orgasmed. He’d expected to have to work a little harder to bring it out of her.

“I was talking to you. Holy crap.”

The panting came out so ragged that Toby worried she was going to hyperventilate. He wasn’t sure what to do. The plan was to have her up on the counter for a while, slowly drawing pleasure out of her. With every breath to her sensitive skin, her legs vibrated more around him, making it clear he’d already pushed her over the edge.

A part of him felt like cock of the walk for making her cum in like two minutes, but he’d wanted to take a little longer. He hoped it was just a sign of her not being touched in almost a year. If that wasn’t the case, she was going to be exhausted by the time he got through, because two minutes wasn’t going to be enough.

He went ahead and lapped his tongue at her a few more times. His breath had made her twitchy, but his tongue cleaning up the juices made a vice grip of her legs appear around his head. She bucked against him some more, a good sign that she’d be up for continuing their fun. At least that’s how he read it.

When she was just slightly moist, instead of dripping, Toby pulled her off the counter and picked her up. Her legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling her mound right into his painfully hard penis. He moaned as his body ground against her.

“The second we get to town, we’re stopping at the doctor’s so he can look you over. I’d like to get an idea of when I can finally get inside of you.”

Toby didn’t expect Meredith’s lips to descend on him. His face was covered with her juices and her scent was stuck in his nose. He would’ve warned her, but her tongue was in his mouth before he could.

His head was hazy, not surprising with her scent clouding everything. He clearly didn’t need alcohol to impair him. It took him a second to realize one of her small hands had slipped between them, had already undone his button and had moved on to pulling his zipper down.

He didn’t want to push her away, but he couldn’t let her clouded judgement lead them on any more than he could his own. He bit her tongue gently and reached between them to still her hand. It had to be one of the hardest things he’d ever done.

Her pouting lips were easy to feel as she pulled her face away from his. Her eyes weren’t exactly focused, but he got the feeling she was trying to shoot fire out of them at him.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve had a baby, Toby. I know when I can have sex again and I called to confirm a few days ago since it was a C-section this time. You don’t have to be gentle.”

Toby groaned. He trusted Meredith, which he was afraid may come back to bite him at some point.

“You’re sure?”

Meredith’s head barely nodded before he let go of her hand and let her finish unleashing him from his pants. Once they were loose, he pushed them and his boxers down enough that he was totally out in the open. He wanted nothing more than to drive up into her without any restraint, but he managed to position her and let her slowly envelope him.

His eyes drifted shut and he bit his lip hard. Her warmth around him made him want to unleash everything he had inside of him. Cumming in less than thirty seconds seemed like bad form, so he gathered whatever strength he could as he let her start up a slow pace.

She used her arms around his neck to pull up and slide back down. When she got close to the bottom of him, he thrust up into her. Her moans were almost as intoxicating as her wrapped around him.

Time played out, with Toby having no idea how much of it went by as she ministered over him. At one point, he’d bent down and started sucking and biting on her neck. He’d gotten tired of biting his lip, and she tasted so good.

“I’m going to cum,” he managed to whisper before he got to the point coherency left the building.

“Good.”

Toby had meant it as a warning that she should dismount. There wasn’t a condom between them, and Meredith had already proven she was capable of having kids. When her legs wrapped tighter around him and she picked up the pace, it was pretty clear she’d already picked out where he was shooting his load. Right into her womb. He pictured his sperm attacking one of her eggs, and that was all it took.

“Marry me,” he whispered as he filled her up.

Meredith had bit down on his shoulder as she started vibrating around him. She wasn’t in a position to answer his request, but eventually he hoped she’d agree. He had no doubt that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, something he’d known for a while.