Chapter 12
ELLIOT
I’m still sore as fuck the next morning, but it doesn’t stop me from taking Kayleigh twice more in my bed, and again in the kitchen while I wait for the coffee to brew.
I’m pissed at myself for denying us both this pleasure for so long.
I feel as though I’ve wasted the first days with Kayleigh when I could’ve been buried balls deep in her sweet pussy, claiming her so much sooner.
I pound into her as the Keurig makes all its coffee-making sounds. Kayleigh, bent over the island, lifts that delicious ass to grant me deeper access. My balls slap against her cheeks, and my fingers are strum her sopping wet clit like it’s my most important mission.
She comes first—always.
I relish in the feel of her orgasm convulsing around my cock, holding out as long as I possibly can until finally, I let go. I fill her once again with my seed.
“Do you want kids, Kay?”
“I’m on the pill, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’m not, but good to know.” We didn’t exactly have all those conversations you’re supposed to have last night. We were too buried in each other, unable to distinguish where one of us started and the other ended, to be practical. But if I’d knocked her up, I wouldn’t be mad about it.
“I want kids, yes. After I have my own established practice. Why?”
“No reason.”
“Do you want kids? I mean, more—” She cuts herself off, spinning away from me to no doubt hide her mortified expression.
“We should probably talk about Adam,” I admit, scrubbing a hand through my hair.
It’s not the conversation I wanted to have the morning before I dropped her off at the airport.
She’ll be back in a few days, but I wanted her last memory to be of me coming inside her.
Not this sure-to-be awkward conversation.
“I’m starting to think he wasn’t exactly honest about how he grew up,” Kayleigh says.
“What did he tell you?”
“That you kicked him and his mom out when he was a baby and told them never to come back. Which, in hindsight, doesn’t make a lot of sense considering the amount of times he mentioned seeing you over the years.”
“His mom and I got pregnant when we were seventeen.” I pull the full mug of coffee from the Keurig and start another right away.
One cup will not be enough for me to get through this story.
“I wanted to marry her. But my dad thought it would ruin my future. So he offered her a big lump sum of money to disappear. He didn’t care what she did with the kid. ”
“You’re kidding.”
“Just because my dad left me the ranch doesn’t mean he wasn’t a bastard.”
“Anyway, I didn’t even know if it was a boy or girl until Adam showed up at fifteen with his birth certificate.
Hell, I didn’t even know she’d kept the baby.
Let’s just say, I was less than thrilled with the way she raised him.
He’s my son, and I’ll always feel a sense of obligation to look out for him.
But the entitlement?” I shake my head. “I haven’t been able to rewire it out of his thick skull.
His mom decided after my dad passed and was no longer here to enforce their legally binding agreement that she’d get Adam to milk me for money. ”
“No wonder you were sore about the money thing when I showed up.”
“I didn’t know what he’d done,” I say, pulling Kayleigh into my arms. “And I’m sorry. Truly, I am.”
Kayleigh’s phone pings from the counter, no doubt a text from her sister.
Her family’s excited to see her for Christmas, and I know she’s eager to see them.
If my asshat of a son hadn’t robbed her of the tuition money her sister and brother-in-law gifted her for her final semester, she would’ve gotten on a plane days ago.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” she asks.
“I don’t think your family’s ready for me,” I tease, but it’s true.
I’m old enough to be Kayleigh’s father—a young father, but father nonetheless.
I have a feeling they’ll have a hard time seeing around that.
I’m willing to wait, to put in the time and energy to prove that I’m in this for the long haul, before I brave meeting her protective family.
But more than that, I want her to have some space so she can be sure about us. All this happened so…fast.
“You don’t even have a Christmas tree here,” she says, frowning.
“Then you can put one up when you get back.”
“I’m not coming back until after Christmas.”
“So?” I pull her into my arms, cup her cheek, and draw her in for a kiss that threatens to make her late for her flight. “The only thing that matters to me is that you come back, Kayleigh Kingston.”