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fter crazy Scrabble sex the night before, Rose would have slept on the floor of the great room downstairs if I’d have let her. She was sleepy and sated and reminded me so much of a cat who wanted to just sleep the day away wherever she found herself.

I managed to get her up the stairs, both of us naked, her giggling the whole way, enjoying my effort way too much.

We climbed into the big bed, both of us naturally gravitating toward each other, and we slept like we always did, wrapped around each other in some way.

When I woke, though, Rose was still wrapped around me, just in a different way.

“Aiden,” her voice called me, but I knew I was still asleep, just on the cusp of waking up. Then, suddenly, I was very much awake and very much aware that Rose had my cock in her mouth.

My eyes barely opened, but I could make out Rose splayed out on the bed between my legs. Her dark hair was fanned out all over the place, her knees bent, with her feet in the air.

“Wake up, Aiden,” she called again in a sweet, serene voice, as though she were trying to pull me gently from a dream.

Was it a dream?

The most beautiful woman in the world was on the mountain with me, naked, in my bed, and waking me up with head. There was nothing about the scenario that was believable. It was all too good to be true. Somehow, my real life had been transformed into the best fucking dream ever.

“Babe?” I asked, obviously still waking up. A jolt went through me when she tipped her head up to catch my gaze without releasing me from her mouth. “Holy fuck,” I muttered.

“Good morning,” she said with a wicked lilt to her voice a few moments later, after she’d taken my cock deep in her mouth once, and then twice for good measure. As she spoke she used her hand to jack me, and even if I’d wanted to reply, I couldn’t. “I had the best dream,” she said before lowering her mouth down again, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

“Oh, God.”

I used my hand to move her long, dark hair to one side, wanting to watch my dick disappear into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, each time sucking a little bit harder, never taking her gaze away from mine.

She pulled up and my cock came out of her mouth with a popping noise, making her smile, and then she wrapped her hand around me, pumping up and down again.

“I had a dream that I made you come with my mouth.”

“Fucking Christ, Rose.” I groaned, growing increasingly close to orgasm. Listening to her say those words had my cock pulsing and aching, it was so hard.

“I woke up and I’d never been so turned on from a dream.”

Her mouth went back to work on my dick. The warm wetness coupled with her hand made my back arch up. I had the overwhelming urge to fuck her pretty face, but I didn’t want to scare or hurt her. This was her fantasy as much as it was mine, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her.

“Rose,” I managed to rasp. “God, you look amazing right now with my cock in your mouth.” She hummed and it was almost over right then. I had to bite my lip to keep myself in control, but I managed to push my orgasm back. It felt so fucking good, I didn’t want it to be over yet. “What do you want, baby?” I asked. Threading my hands through her hair, gently gripping the back of her head, but not holding her down.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said on a fast exhale, only taking my dick out of her mouth long enough to say the words.

“Fuck, baby. Jesus.” I drew in a deep breath and then pushed it out. “Your mouth feels so good. Can I fuck it, Rose?”

She nodded enthusiastically, making my dick hit the back of her throat and I groaned. Slowly, I eased into her mouth and my perfect girl held still, letting me slide in until her throat closed around me. I pulled back and she sucked me harder, as though she didn’t want to lose my dick. That thought alone, of Rose clamoring to keep me in her mouth, would have done me in on any other occasion.

Very slowly, I picked up the speed, watching her carefully for any sign that she was no longer enjoying it. When my rhythm had reached a quick enough pace, she rose up off the bed, getting on her knees to give me more room to fuck her. One of her hands was at the base of my cock, squeezing and moving in time with her mouth, but I watched as her other hand disappear between her legs.

“Shit, babe. Are you close?” She whined around my cock in the affirmative, and the sound was so fucking sexy. “Touch yourself. Rub your clit until you come.”

She nodded again, still sucking and licking, but she started moaning, caught up in the fucking amazingness of what was happening, and I couldn’t stop the orgasm from coming.

“I’m gonna come, babe.”

She cried out, the sound muffled by my dick, and I shot down her throat.

I came hard. So fucking hard. And I continued to come when I heard she’d gotten there too. Her mouth and throat full of me, her hand between her legs, she shook and cried out, but finally fell to her side on the bed.

We were both breathing heavily, trying to recover, to regain our senses, when I heard the voice come from downstairs.

“Aiden? Sweetie? Is that you?”

“What the fuck?” I said loudly, sitting up faster than I’d ever moved in my life. Rose came alive too at the voice, her eyes wide in surprise and panic. We both immediately started scrambling.

“Aiden?” I heard again.

“Yeah, Mom, I’ll be down in a minute. Stay there.”

Rose absolutely went still. Her eyes were wide and terrified. She mouthed to me, “Mom?”

“I don’t even fucking know,” I mouthed in response.

Rose reached down to the ground and picked up the blanket that we must have flung there in the midst of all the great head, buried herself under it, and hid.

I wished I could join her.

What a fucking nightmare.

I looked around for my clothes and realized they were still downstairs—where my mother was—along with Rose’s clothes and the scattered Scrabble game. Luckily, I’d brought my overnight bag upstairs. I grabbed it and hastily threw on the first pair of pants I grabbed and a shirt, ran a hand through my hair, then went downstairs to try and do damage control.

“Mom?” As soon as I came down the stairs I confirmed my worst fear. My mother had heard me come with my dick in my girlfriend’s mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Aiden. I had no idea you were here. And I never imagined in a million years you would’ve brought a woman here. I feel terrible.”

To her credit, my mother looked completely mortified.

“Can we talk outside?”

“Of course.” My mom hurried to the door.

“I’ll be out in just a second,” I said before she left. Once she was gone I ran back up the stairs only to find Rose still under the blanket.

“Baby?” I sat on the bed and placed my hand on what I thought may be her shoulder.

“This isn’t happening,” she mumbled from under the blanket.

“I’m gonna talk to her outside for a minute, give you a chance to get dressed, you know, without my mom here. Then, when you’re ready, you can come down.”

The blanket suddenly flipped over crazily and Rose looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

“I’m not going down there.”

“Rose, I can tell she feels bad. And I know this isn’t optimal, but what are we gonna do?”

“I’m going to hide up here until she leaves.”

“Babe...”

“Don’t babe me, your mom just heard me going all porn star on your dick. It’s not happening. Absolutely not.”

“This is fucked up, I agree. But my mom isn’t going to judge you or anything. She’s not like that. She feels bad. It’ll make it worse if you don’t come meet her.” I watched as Rose thought about my words, and I could see on her face when she changed her mind.

“Give me five minutes and then bring her back inside.” Rose’s words were curt and she crossed her arms over her chest, holding the blanket to her. If it were any other circumstance I’d tell her how beautiful she was, how gorgeous she looked with the morning sunlight flooding in through the windows and her hair all crazy and sexy, but I knew it wasn’t the time.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly, leaning down and pressing a kiss against her cheek.

I found my mother pacing outside, chewing on her fingernails, which was her tell. She was worried and nervous. Funny how that worked out.

“Mom,” I said softly.

“Oh, Aiden, is she all right? I feel just terrible.”

“Mom,” I said again, holding my hands up for her to stop talking. “Just listen for a minute, okay?”

She nodded, her lips pressed together to keep them closed.

“The woman upstairs is Rose. She’s my girlfriend.”

Just like I knew they would, at the mention of the word girlfriend, my mother’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but then remembered my request and pressed her lips together again. I almost smiled. Almost.

“She’s really important to me and she’s up there, almost in tears, she’s so embarrassed.”

“I’m so sorry,” my mother whispered.

“I know, Mom.”

“I didn’t know you were here, but then I saw your truck and I got so excited. I haven’t seen you in so long...”

“Mom—”

“You’ve never brought a woman here, Aiden.”

“Mom, I know. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

“What?”

“That I love her.”

To be completely honest, I’d never really imagined a scenario where I told my mother I was in love for the first time. But if I had, this definitely wouldn’t have been the ideal situation.

My mother covered her mouth with her hand and gasped.

“Aiden,” she whispered, clearly overwhelmed with emotion.

“So, this has to work out, Mom. When you go back in there, you cannot act like what just happened... just happened. Do you understand? Rose is wonderful, and I know you’ll love her, but please don’t hold this against her.”

“If anyone should be embarrassed, it should be me.” She pressed her hands to her chest and said the words with such conviction, I knew she meant them. I loved my mother. She was the best woman I’d ever met. Well, one of two, now. And even though the situation sucked—no pun intended—I also knew my mom wasn’t one of those crazy women who warned off any woman who dared try to take her baby away.

No, my mother had been waiting for this day for years. The day she finally met a woman I was dating, when I finally introduced her to the one—Rose could have been robbing a bank at gun point the first time my mom met her and if I said she was my girlfriend, my mom would have driven the getaway car to spend some time with her.

“Can we please just act like the last ten minutes never happened?”

“Absolutely,” she said without missing a beat, nodding enthusiastically.

I exhaled in relief, putting my hands on my hips. “Now, what are you doing here?”

“I just knew you’ve been so busy, and I had a free day, so I drove up to open the cabin for the summer. I was just going to clean and do the laundry. You know, help out. I tried calling you to let you know, but when you didn’t answer I figured it was because you were busy with work.”

I ran my hand through my hair.

“Nope, don’t have service up here.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again.

“Mom, I know. It’s okay.” I opened my arms and she came willingly, hugging me. I remembered being young and hugging her, knowing she’d do anything to protect me, and now when I hugged her I was the protective one. In fact, it felt as though every time I wrapped my arms around her she was a little smaller. I let her hug me for a minute, knowing she needed it.

“I don’t see you often enough,” she finally said just before pulling away.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s been a little crazy. But the Belmont project is almost finished and then we can plan something.” I filled my lungs with the clean mountain air and looked back at the cabin, hoping Rose was ready for us. “All right, let’s go in and pretend like this isn’t the most awkward situation you’ve ever been in.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Her poker face was epic.

“Great job, Mom,” I said with a laugh.