Allison
Waking up with a cock in my ass crack might have been David’s way of saying he was sorry, but after being jilted the night before, he was going to have to do a whole lot more to convince me. I played like I was asleep and shifted away from him.
“Hey, wake up, sleepy head.” He kissed my ear, and I opened one eye and glared over my shoulder.
“So nice of you to finally come to bed.” He’d fallen asleep during Sierra’s bedtime story, and it wasn’t the first time it had happened. I had gone in and covered them both up. “You know, you’re supposed to be tucking her in, not me tucking you both in.”
“Sorry. Sierra loves her bedtime stories, and I’m not able to tell her no.”
I moved to the edge of the bed, letting the covers fall away from my naked body, and sat up to swing my feet around to the floor. “It’s fine. I understand. You want to be a good father, even if it makes you a lousy fiancé.” I pulled my robe on and headed to the bathroom.
“Ouch,” he called to me. I stopped in the doorway.
I regretted my words as soon as they fell from my lips. “Sorry. I understand, really. You’re making up for lost time; I get it. I just wish you’d stop losing time with me to do it.” Sierra had gotten more time than I had since we’d moved in together, and even before then.
I shut the door and took a minute to collect myself, washing my face, brushing my teeth. It wasn’t that I wanted to fight, I really didn’t, and it wasn’t that I wanted him to stop giving Sierra time, but I wished he’d give me a bit more attention and not the watered down syrupy affection that felt half-hearted and often rushed. I needed to feel alive. I needed to be taken in his arms like I was his water in the desert; his last breath of air.
When I came out he was still lying in bed, now totally naked, the thin sheet barely covering his hips and doing nothing to hide the bulky erection beneath it. My body warmed in response, heat licking my core and causing a pulse between my legs.
His eyes bore into mine. “Are we going to fuck or fight?” I walked back to the bed, and he sat up and took my hand to pull me down with him, but I resisted. He gave a sound of frustration and gripped my hand tighter. “I’m sorry, baby. I meant to come back, and I guess I was just too tired.”
“You need to learn to tell her no. You’re only going to make me look like the bad guy if you don’t learn how to say that word.” His soulful eyes were so hard to resist, and I didn’t want to for much longer, but I had things on my heart I needed to say.
“I know, baby. Come here and let me make it up to you.” He pulled me close, and this time I let him. I got on my knees next to him, and he pulled me down to meet his lips.
His tongue slipped between my lips and mingled with mine, but I wasn’t about to let him keep things tender and sweet. I gripped his hair and kissed him harder, demanding he give me as good as he would get.
His eyes flashed, and a devilish grin spread across his face. “You want to get rough, baby?” He rolled me over so fast that I lost my breath and he kissed me hard before I could catch it. His cock pressed hard against me, and his hands moved the covers from between us and nudged my legs wide. “Spread your legs for me.” He rutted against me, his cock head parting my folds as his hips worked to find my center.
I turned and kissed his ear. “Mm. That’s right, baby. Fuck me.” His cock thrust hard, burying deep into my walls and he fell into a steady rhythm as I moaned, digging my nails into the thick flesh of his back. I ground upward, and he hitched up my legs, and I wrapped them around his waist.
He gripped my ass, tilting my hips and hitting my spot until my pleasure reached its climax. My tight channel clenched around his cock, milking him so hard that it was only seconds later he grunted against my flesh like a beast and pumped his hot seed deep inside of me. He collapsed on me, kissing me as I licked the salt from his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.
He turned and met my eyes. “Do you forgive me?” His cock twitched inside of me as if daring me to say no.
I gave him a sly smile of my own. “Yes. For now. But I want more, David. I need more of this. We’re never going to make a baby if we don’t.”
“Good enough.” He slapped my ass. “I’ll do better, I promise.”
“No promises. I want to see results.”
He let out a growling moan. “You know what I want? For my fiancé to set a date.” He gave me a sidelong look. “Have you even thought about it?”
“I’ll come up with a date when you have time to marry me.” I gave him a pouty smile, and he gave me a quick peck. We were playful, but I knew he understood there was truth in my words.
“I can’t make the time I if I don’t have a date.”
“You were supposed to be making time by handing Greyson the keys to the kingdom remember? But now you want to put that off. Maybe I won’t set a date until it’s done.” I gave a little shrug, and he gave me a less amused look and pushed his semi-hard cock deeper.
“Is that right? So, you won’t marry me until it’s done? I need you to give me time to do it right. A little incentive would be nice.” He brushed his fingers through my hair as a phone rang on our bedside table.
“That’s mine,” I said, as he reached over and grabbed it.
He glared at the screen. “Yeah, but it’s my brother, so…” He gave me a wide smile and answered the phone, pulling his cock free in the process.
“Hey, brother.” He paused a minute and then let out a sigh. He held the phone away and brought it to his chest. “Is there something I should know? Am I being traded for a different DeVant? Are you upgrading?” He handed me the phone. “He really is calling for you.”
“You know better. You’re my favorite DeVant.” I put the phone to my ear as Blaine made a gagging sound.
“Did I interrupt pillow talk?” From the sound of his voice, I could imagine his lip was curled, and he was making a face like he’d eaten something sour.
“Maybe.” I wished I could see him squirm. I’d always loved to tease him and thought of Blaine as a little brother, even when we were kids and hoped that one day David would be mine and I’d be a part of their family.
David got up, and the shower went on as his brother continued.
“I just wanted to thank you for having Katrina call. Having my art in the café will be a great opportunity.” He’d been doing so much to better himself, and I hoped this was a way we could show our support.
“I hoped you’d like the idea.”
“I love it. I’d like to talk to you and Katrina today and go over a few ideas. Could I coordinate with you about the time? I’ve got a busy schedule.”
“Sure. I’d love to get together.”
After a few more minutes of talking, we said our goodbyes. I hung up the phone and was excited about the plans. The sooner we got the finishing touches on the café, we could go through inspections and get her open.
David came out in a towel, the water still beading on his back as he went to his closet. “So, did you and Blaine work something out?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, we have a date later today.” I gave him a wink, and he gave me a lazy grin.
“Oh, I see. You can make dates with him, but I have to quit my job first.”
“Actually, I gave him a job.”
That earned a narrow stare as he slipped on his shirt. “You hired my brother? For what exactly?”
“What he does best. We have a café that needs art, and he’s an artist. It seemed like a no-brainer.”
“That’s a great idea.” He crossed the room and sat beside me. “I love you.”
“I love you, Mr. DeVant.”
“Mhm. I’d love for you to be Mrs. DeVant even more.”
“Then you know what you have to do.” I leaned in and kissed his lips, and I wanted so badly to pull him down with me and worship his body another hour or two before he carried on with his day, but I had to get our daughter to school, and he had a company to run.