It doesn’t take long for her to have me at my explosion point. “Ah Sweet, stop I’m going to blow.”
Instead, she double downs and I can’t hold back and erupt. Heart pounding, body spent, I slowly come down from the best orgasm of my life. Love definitely makes the difference. She pops her luscious lips off and grins. “So I did okay?”
“Sweet, okay doesn’t even come close. You realize, you are stuck with me forever now. Heart, soul, and body. You own me.”
The glow on her face dims for just a second before she climbs up my body and kisses me. “I’ve never been loved before. I’ve never really loved. I felt responsible for my mom and sister, but we were more like roommates.
“What I feel for Ayla, your Dad, is new, too. If what I feel for you is love, I never want it to end. I never want to go without you.”
“You won’t, sweetheart. I’m a one-woman man, and I’ve loved you since I was ten. I’m not going anywhere now that I have you in my arms.”
A rustling sound comes over the baby monitor, before a soft, “Dada.”
Tears fill my eyes, and I don’t care. I kiss her forehead. “You gave me that. Thank you. Take your time, go back to sleep if you want. I’ll take care of her and start breakfast.”
She nods. I climb from bed then turn back to her. Cupping her cheek, I kiss her gently. “I love you, Gentry Shaw. Always.”
CHAPTER 16
Gentry
After a fast shower I make my way downstairs. Sayer is at the stove, pulling a tray of biscuits from the oven, along with bacon. He glances up.
“I cheated. I made one of Dad’s lazy day breakfast casseroles. Frozen hashbrowns with whipped eggs and cheese on top.”
“Did you text Jarrett? Is he on his way? I’ll make up a tray for him. Oh, did you feed the dogs?”
“Yep, and Ayla and I took care of Stone and Bella.”
Paul shows up as we’re finishing and I make a plate for him.
Sayer comes up behind me and kisses my neck before turning me to take my lips. “I have to go meet my crew. Jarrett is going to hang close to the house because another friend is coming to install some cameras. Dad will stay as long as he can, but he’s helping MaryKatherine get her daughter ready for them to leave her alone with her business. I said to tell her we’d fill in if we need to while they’re gone. I mean, she’s family now. You okay with that?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You have Jarrett’s number so text him for anything. I don’t care how small. And you have the dogs. Are you okay?”
“Get out of here, so you can come back home.”
Home. I watch him leave from the kitchen window. This is what having a home, a family feels like.
He texts at ten. Tells me how much he misses me and hopes to be home early. At noon he’s frustrated by little issues that have come up. At four forty-five, he’s furious about something that happened at another job and he’s there and needs to deal with it before he can come home. Sheriff Tate had just arrived.
Gentry: Sounds like you’re working up an appetite. Good thing I put on a couple chickens to roast, with baked potatoes and broccoli-cauliflower divan.
Gentry: I never saw your other friend, but Jarrett said it’s all done and you should check your phone.
Sayer: Sounds great. Forgot to eat. I’ll text when I’m on the way home. I’m starved… for you.
Heat rushes to my cheeks and my nether regions. I honestly don’t know how to respond to that kind of comment. I simply send a kiss. He must have gone back to work because he doesn’t respond.
Could something really be going this right with my life? Working with Paul has been so easy and he appreciates my suggestions and help. Respect and consideration are every day values to him. And to his son.
Paul’s relationship with MaryKatherine is so sweet. She deserves some goodness in her life, too. Paul treats her with respect and consideration, and they work together. I smile. Lastweek she said he makes her feel like a schoolgirl, all giddy in love.
That’s what I want with Sayer. Togetherness. I realize, we’ve already started that way. I wash, he dries. He starts the laundry, I bath Ayla. It’s not the ‘you wait on me’ I’ve seen in so many relationships. It’s a shared togetherness. He even listens when I make suggestions.
I don’t feel threatened by him. Sometime in the middle of the night after we’d talked and both fallen asleep, he cuddled up next to me and threw one leg over mine. There was no panic. No fear. I’d felt… protected.
