Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Neely
Christmas Eve, one year later
We arrive for breakfast and stay all day, and much to my parents’ delight, we bring overnight bags. I live with Ford, of course. I have since that night a year ago, but my mother wants her whole family together on Christmas morning.
We even have matching pajamas to wear.
I have another reason for agreeing to her saccharine plan—a chance to play out a fantasy I’ve been whispering in my boyfriend’s ear for a year now.
After the last puzzle piece is put in its rightful place and a final mug of hot cocoa is downed, I yawn and tell everyone I’m ready for bed.
I kiss my mom’s cheek, give my dad a hug, ruffle my little brother’s hair, and then wrap my arms around Ford’s neck, interrupting his game of cards with my father.
“Don’t stay up too late,” I tell him.
He gives me a sweet kiss on the temple. “Do you want me to come up with you?”
I shake my head. “I’m zonked.”
And I yawn again for better effect.
Below the table, I can see his cock twitch against the flannel pajama pants, heavy and full already. He couldn’t get up and follow me right now, even if he wanted to.
My mom beams at me, so pleased with the unexpectedly sweet way my relationship with Ford has played out.
Sorry, Mom, you have no idea what I’m going to get him to do later tonight.
The door creaks open. I hold my breath and pretend to be asleep.
Ford whispers my name. Then he quietly closes the door. I can hear my parents laughing downstairs.
He stops at the side of my childhood bed. Silence fills the room. No more floor creaking, no more attempts to get me to wake up. He’s just staring at me, curled up on my side.
In the silence, my senses heighten. I hear him breathing, a little unsteady. I keep pretending, and soon his exhales return to normal.
Heavy, thinking breaths.
How he’s going to do this, how I’ll react.
Then I hear a quiet shove of fabric, and skin meets skin. He’s stroking himself.
That makes me hot. I ache for him to peel back the blanket and discover that I’m naked, but he takes his time.
“Fucking sexy little thing,” he mutters, the first sound to pierce the silence in a few minutes. “Matching pajamas and hot cocoa, like I don’t know you’re a horny minx.”
The slap of his hand on his cock speeds up for a moment, then he stops. “Need to see you.”
I hold still as he tugs the sheet away.
He swears under his breath and pulls back. My whole back is bare to him, down to my thighs, and I picture him looking at my ass. Wanting to lick me there, touch me. Push inside me and make me cry.
His clothes hit the floor next with hurried sounds. He climbs into bed with me, and the warm press of his body against mine—the hard naked length of him, the overwhelming size as he squeezes against me in my too-small room—breaks me of my pretense. I murmur and shift, pretending to wake up.
“Ford?”
“Do you always sleep naked, Neely?”
I do at home with him. But he means here, in the bed where I once dreamed of him taking my virginity under the cover of darkness. “No. . .”
“Why are you naked tonight?”
“I fell asleep by accident. I was. . .”
“Were you touching yourself?” His hand lands on my hip then strokes from my belly down to my bare mound. He shaved me himself this morning.
“Shhh. We don’t want anyone to hear us, baby.” He covers my mouth with his other hand as his fingers slip through my slick cunt. “Daddy needs your pussy tonight, though. Can you be a good little girl for Daddy? Be quiet while I fill you up?”
I nod, panting, and he eases his hand away from my mouth.
I love it when he says stuff like that. Most of the time, he doesn’t actually fill me up. We both want it, but I’m still young, and he wants to wait a bit longer before we have babies.
If some of his seed took, though, we’d both be over the moon.
Maybe that’s what I’ll whisper to him in the morning as he opens presents. That I’m ready to try for real.
I’m wet, but I’m not quite ready for him. “You’re too tight,” he groans.
“I want it,” I whisper back.
He pulls out and spits on his hand. I close my eyes, my face burning in delicious humiliation. Use me.
“Need you,” he whispers. And then he’s in me again, a thick intrusion, a relentless push this time.
It takes my breath away, how good he feels in my belly.
I’m pulled taut, stretched and filled to the limit, and he plays me like a precious instrument.
One hand mauling my breasts, the other grinding against my clit.
Daddy’s intent on me getting there fast, and I do, I soar.
As I climax, he rolls me so my mouth is muffled by my pillow.
Then he pumps his hips faster, erratically, chasing the release himself.
My bed squeaks under his heavy weight, and he tells me they’ll hear, but he can’t stop himself.
There’s no turning back now, and he needs to breed me.
I float.
It’s a buzzy, wonderful feeling—a heavy, dreamy fog, and I stay there as he cleans me up and tucks in again behind me.
So I almost don’t hear it.
“Marry me.” It’s a rough, raw plea whispered against the back of my neck.
“Ford?”
He turns me around, both of us still shaking from the best sex of our lives.
He’s holding a diamond solitaire ring, glinting in the moonlight coming through the gap in the curtains.
“I couldn’t wait until morning. I know you’re happy living with me, and I wanted us to date for a while to give people the sense that we’re not going too fast. But I’m ready for the world to know what we already know. That you’re mine. Forever.”
I nod. “Yes.”
“I want to fill you with babies, Neely McIntosh. We’ve been playing with fire this past year. And I need you to be Mrs. Gamble by the time the first one bursts out of you.”
“Okay.”
“And there’s no denying that we’re perfect together—”
I grab his face in my hands and kiss his mouth to shut him up. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
He stills. “Yeah?”
“We can do it next week if you want.”
“I want to do it right.”
I kiss him happily.
He grins against my mouth. “Was it the fucking in your little girl bedroom that finally did it?”
I giggle. “Maybe. You should probably molest me some more just to really cement the warm fuzzy feelings.”
“Jesus Christ, Neely, the filth you come up with.” But he’s laughing, too, and then I’m on top of him, and he’s hard.
Again.
Already.
I rock my hips, my pussy slick against his belly.
He catches my hand and slides the ring on my finger. I brace myself on his chest as I lift just enough to find his cock and sink onto his length. He was firm already, but he grows inside me, making me whine in pleasure.
This time it’s just us. No dirty talk, no pet names. Me and my fiancé quietly making love.
And it’s perfect.