Stone
BEFORE I LEFT TODAY, I had been planning to confront my mother about my father. I wanted her to explain why we shared no DNA. After talking to Mack and hearing the uncertainty and emotion Beulah was trying so hard to hide on the phone last night, I knew I had to return home. There was no time to track down my mother. She’d lie to me anyway. Giving up the heir to the Richardson empire wasn’t something she’d do without a fight.
The only way I could get home to Beulah before she woke up this morning was hire a private plane. Which I did. She was upset and I couldn’t shake off feeling I was about to lose her. Even when I knew she wasn’t the kind to run over something family issues. The bad feeling was still there in my gut. She was slipping away and I had to find a way to hold on to her.
Spending more time with her would be a start. I didn’t know how I would manage that with what I was about to sail into. The steps to fight for custody of Wills were now in place. I had to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice. I had to be fully prepared for my father’s fury and his counterattack.
Frustrated with my limited options, I unlocked the apartment door and went inside. It was three hours before Beulah had to get up. I didn’t want to be the cause of her losing sleeping, but I also needed the reassurance of being beside her in bed holding her.
I locked the door behind me, dropped my keys on the table by the door and headed down the hallway. The bedroom that had been hers was dark and empty. That was reassuring. She hadn’t slept in there since the other night when I wasn’t here. She wasn’t trying to distance herself from me. I wanted her in my bed when I wasn’t there. I liked knowing she was near my things.
My bedroom door was closed. I opened it slowly and stepped inside. It was dark and it took me a moment for my eyes to adjust and see her sleeping in my bed. She was curled up on the side where I normally slept. She definitely wasn’t trying to get away from me. She was getting as close to me while I was gone as she could.
I removed my shoes, stepped out of my jeans and took my shirt off. As quietly as I could I moved to the bed and eased in behind her. She’d wake up in a few hours and probably scream when she realized she wasn’t alone. In her sleep, she sank back into my arms and made a pleased sound.
Inhaling, I let her sweet scent comfort me. She was here. In my home. With my things. She wasn’t leaving me. My worries were probably caused from the stress I was under with getting custody of Wills. I’d never had someone that I was scared of losing. Now I had two. Beulah and Wills. When you live most of your life having loved only two people, it is hard to adjust to loving others. Not just loving them, but loving them more fiercely than you’ve ever loved anyone else.
It’s fucking terrifying and makes you vulnerable. I didn’t like feeling vulnerable, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Without the vulnerability, there was no Beulah. There was no Wills. I would take the weakness. Gladly.
“Is the baby okay?” she mumbled.
Frowning, I raised up on my elbow and looked down at her. She wasn’t awake. Her eyes were still closed. What baby? Wills? He wasn’t a baby anymore. I guess to her he was. They’d meet soon. Wills would love her.
“Yes, he’s fine,” I assured her although I was positive she was sleeping.
“Mmm,” She snuggled closer to me.
I pressed a kiss to her temple and closed my eyes. I hadn’t been tired on my way here. Now that I had her in my arms and knew that she was safe, sleep began to take me.
The dreams came quickly. I was working but living back at the house I had shared with my friends during college. They were there along with others I hadn’t seen since graduation. It was a normal scene with drinking and gambling. I was standing back watching and saw Hilda walk inside with Wills beside her. That was out of place. She never came around and I hadn’t seen Wills since Christmas. Frowning, I started walking toward her when Beulah walked in behind her. Her face was streaked with tears and her were eyes swollen and red. She had been crying.
Panic gripped me as a startled cry jerked me from my sleep and my eyes snapped back open.
Beulah was sitting up looking down at me with her hand over her mouth and her eyes wide.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scream. I just woke up and someone was behind me. It scared me. Go back to sleep,” she whispered after dropping her hand from her mouth.
I reached up and pulled her down to me with the hand she wasn’t currently sitting on. She came down over me willingly. Her lips met mine softly and the dream was forgotten. I no longer remembered the exact specifics or where I had been in the dream. It wasn’t important. This was.
Beulah shifted until half her body was covering mine. Her soft skin felt like silk. My hands slid under the T-shirt she was sleeping in and I found her naked underneath. I wasn’t sleepy anymore.
“Go back to sleep,” she said breaking the kiss.
“Don’t want to,” I replied and began kissing a trail down her neck and toward her collarbone.
“You got in late,” she argued, but her voice hitched as I took a small bite of her neck.
“I got in about an hour ago,” I told her.
“Stone! You need to get sleep,” she said as her hands tried to push me away. I slid a hand between her legs and found her wet. She jerked against my hand and cried out softly.
“Let me decide what I need.” I smiled at her response as I continued to tease her already aroused body.
Her breathing deepened and her head fell forward on my chest. Sounds similar to that of a kitten came from her as I ran a finger across her slit then slipped it inside her tight hole. Her vaginal walls squeezed it and my dick twitched in response. It wanted to be where my finger was. I didn’t blame it.
Lifting a knee, I spread her legs and pulled her over me completely while moving her entrance to hoover over my now erect cock. “Sit on it,” I demanded.
She was done arguing about my sleep. Her hands found my shoulders as she balanced her body then dropped her bottom until she found the connection we both were waiting for. I expected her to ease it in but she surprised me and dropped down hard on me taking it with one thrust.
“God!” she cried and her head was thrown back as if she’d been craving this for years.
“Take it,” I told her.
She opened her eyes and looked down at me. Her lids were heavy and her mouth slightly open. Flushed cheeks and a touch of wildness was in her gaze. She liked the idea of being in control. I rarely gave her that when it came to sex, but seeing her above me like this was so damn exciting I couldn’t figure out why.
My hands were under her shirt grasping her waist. She reached for the hem and pulled it up and over her head leaving her bare on top of me. Unable to look away I was entranced by the sight of her naked body as she began to bounce on my dick.
Each sway and jiggle of her breasts paired my visual stimulation with the feeling of my cock getting squeezed and soaked by her silken pussy. Thankful for the birth control, I groaned knowing she needed to get off soon because I was going to shoot a load in her real damn fast with her beautiful tits in front of me.
Her panting grew louder and her breasts bounced higher. Hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the nipples before she threw her head back once again. She was lost in the build toward her climax. Her vagina was quivering as she neared the summit.
I needed her to fucking hurry. I was almost there.
Using my fingers, I ran the pad of my thumb over her clit and she shouted out my name before she slammed down on me. I saw her body jerk and begin to tremble.
Taking her hips, I gripped them hard and held her there on me. “Fuck!” Lifting my hips, I kept my eyes locked on her and heard myself mumbling gibberish as I filled her with my own release. Her thighs were sweaty against mine as she squeezed and took it all. Every ounce. Her hair had fallen down to brush my chest as she gasped for breath. She let her head hang forward, spent.
My fears, concerns, and whatever reasons I felt I had to get back here to her were now eased. She didn’t feel like a woman slipping away from me.
She climbed off me and bent down to press a kiss to my mouth. “That was a nice way to wake up.” She grinned shyly.
“Hell yeah, it is. Want to go back to sleep and do it again before you have to get up?”
She giggled and walked toward the bathroom. I watched her go thinking this was going to be okay. I could keep it all handled. I didn’t have to let go of one to have the other. She wanted me to get Wills too. She was on my side. My insecurities were deep rooted and I had to stop letting them get the best of me. Beulah was nothing like my mother.