“You’re doing so good, mama.”
“Fuuuuck, it’s so hot how well you take me.”
“You were born to take this cock, Clara June.”
“Oh, fuck, mama, you’re perfect. You’re doing perfectly.”
His strokes grow a bit faster, a bit sloppier, and his throat fills with thick lines of strain as his jaw pulls tight. “Fuuuuck,” he groans before kissing me again.
He lifts his head from mine, and captures my eyes. “You ready, mama?” he asks, his groin nipping mine in tiny thrusts. I nod my head, and despite the intensely full feeling, there is so much pleasure. My legs pull further apart to give him room as he pumps faster, chasing his orgasm. “I’m gonna come, baby, you ready?”
“Yes,” I manage, “I wanna feel you. Please, let me feel you.” I’m so desperate to know what Dean feels like when he has an orgasm, that tears sting my eyes. He thrusts, crashes his mouth to mine, and his cock flexes, twitches, and begins pulsing out thick streams of cum, one after the other. I find myself orgasming the moment I feel him, so turned on by his massive cock pulsing inside me, knowing his cum is spraying deep, that we’re as close to one as we’ve ever been. When he feels that I’ve met him in climax, he groans, then brings our mouths together.
We stay in a sweaty heap for almost an hour. He softens inside me, and I’m sore for sure, but he feels so good on top of me, inside of me. We stay like that, and every few minutes I clench around him and he kisses my cheek.
Finally he pulls out, pressing a towel between my legs before gathering up a pair of pajama pants and one of his t-shirts. He dresses me, then moves around the room, rustling through his stuff before finally pulling pants on himself, and slips into bed. I am in his arms and against his chest immediately.
“I meant it all,” he says, breaking the quiet, his voice low. “I want to grow our family. I love you, and I want it all with you and the boys.” He weaves his hand into mine, the onethat was on his chest, and as I’m telling him that I feel the exact same way, he slips a ring onto my finger, and holds my hand over my face for me to see.
“Marry me, Clara June. The boys already gave their blessing. If you want to talk to them first, I understand.” He kisses the side of my neck as tears spring to my eyes. “I love you all and I want you all to be mine.”
An ugly cry brims, but I push it down, and roll to straddle him, taking his face in my hands. “Yes.”
We make love again, this time on our sides. We don’t talk or moan, our bodies move rhythmically together, and I welcome his size with slightly more ease, though it still burns and stretches me. We come together, and I come again when I feel his cum slip down my thighs afterward.
He wipes me up, he brings me water, andmy fiancéholds me in his loving arms while we fall asleep.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
DEAN
“Man,”Archie sighs, sinking into the backseat of the truck. “Your parents are neat.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, they’re cool.”
I wasn’t nervous on the drive over, because my folks are nice people, and they love kids. Hell, they’vebeen begging for grandkids since I was a questionable nineteen years old. Seriously.
Today went so well, I feel like I should buy a lottery ticket or something.
We went over and announced our engagement, and when my mom asked how I proposed, fortunately, Clara June was quick on her feet. “Right before we went to bed, when it was just the two of us, after he’d already spoken to the boys, he just told me loved me, and asked.”
My mom seemed satisfied with that, but needed to know if I actually got down on one knee. Since I’d been on my knees an hour before that, telling her that I love her and that everything is going to be okay, she simply said, “Yep.”
Before we went to my parents, Clara June and the boys and I had a small breakfast together, where she showed off her ring. Archie was proud to say that he gave his permission, and I shook hands with all three of the boys, marking my promise to always do right by all of them.
We decided not to tell my parents about all the shit with Troy, only because my mother will make it her personal mission to dislike the man, and she’ll want to tell Clara June about how much she dislikes him in an effort to bond. And while I know she comes from a place of good intention, it seemed better to tell them that the boys’ father isn’t around, and leave it at that.
When Rawley told my parents that he’d been accepted into a mechanics apprenticeship in Oakcreek, one that he would be starting in less than a year, my dad nearly exploded. I tinkered some growing up, but I never had the passion to chase it, not the way my dad did. He dragged Rawley out to the garage where he’s rebuilding and restoring a 1970 Honda CB350, a project he’s been working on for the better part of five years. His hands don’t work theway they used to, and he and I seem to irritate each other and get under each other’s feet. But after Pop took Rawley to the garage, they never came back inside. When we went to leave, we had to practically tear them apart. He sent Rawley home with his Mechanics Bible and a new pair of work gloves.
Archie fell for my mom when he discovered that her specialty is cobbler….peach cobbler. My mom and him made one, right then and there, because “How can anyone ever say no to that face?” (Mom’s words, but I feel the same way.)
Tanner, still a bit quiet after everything that transpired last night, stayed in the house with me, Clara June and Jo Jo. We sat in the kitchen and chatted with mom as she and Archie made cobbler. Jo Jo looked through old photo albums, giggling at the clothes I wore at Archie’s age in the 80s. Finally, her giggling piqued Tanner’s interest, and before long, he made it to my football album. He kept pointing to sepia toned photos, amazed, saying,look there’s Mr. Riley. Look there’s Mr. Cunningham. Hey, Coach, there’s you!He loved seeing his teachers and coaches in the photos, on the field, living their football dreams. He asked if we could bring the album home, and I told him we could. After that, his mood was great.
The afternoon was great.
Mom and Dad loved Clara June and the boys, Jo Jo, too. We agreed to weekly dinners, and when we left, I think I was the only one that really wanted to go. And the only reason I wanted to leave?
