Chapter 25 Steven
STEVEN
“Alright, home sweet home,” I call out as we step into my house with a few bags in hand. Damian runs inside and immediately jumps on the couch, making himself at home.
Becca laughs, shaking her head as she sets down a box marked bathroom. “He’s such a ham,” she giggles.
She kneels to open the box, but I stop her. “Hey, it’s been a long day. We can unpack tomorrow. Tonight, we should get you both settled and comfortable. And … Damian can even pick which room he wants.”
His eyes perk up, and he looks at his mother. “Can I really?” He waits for her nod of approval before taking off at a full sprint down the hallway.
“Only one off-limits is mine!” I shout after him. I feel her soft hand pressing against my lower back, and I put my arm over her shoulder as we happily watch Damian shoot across the hall to inspect all the available rooms.
Her head rests gently against me, and her warmth immediately makes this entire day worth it. “Thank you again for letting us come here. I don’t want to be a burden.”
“Nope … Absolutely not.” Shaking my head, I pull away from her and lift her chin so she is looking at me. “Don’t ever say that again. You and Damian will never be a burden to me. I love you both. You’re my family now.”
It hurts me to think that she sees herself that way. She could never be a burden to me. If anything, she’s the reason there’s meaning to my life again. Becca is my person.
“I want this one!” Damian yells, and we walk back down the hallway to see him standing in one of my smaller spare rooms with a bed already inside. When I first moved in, I initially used this one as my office, but it quickly turned into a room where my brother would crash.
I suppose I won’t be needing that anymore. The walls are already painted a navy blue, and there is a decent-sized dresser, empty and ready for his wardrobe. Personally, this is the one I would’ve chosen for him.
“It’s perfect!” he continues as he jumps on the bed. “Which one are you picking, Mommy?”
The question hits me harder than I expected, as we didn’t have time to discuss the details of how—or when—we’re going to tell him the truth.
“Oh, well …” she begins, but I cut in.
“Let’s get some dinner together before we have her choose. Spaghetti okay?”
With a bright smile, he says yes, and within seconds, the crisis is averted. Becca helps me cook while Damian starts putting some of his toys back in his new bedroom. Dinner goes amazingly, and it’s nice that my dining room table is finally getting some use.
It’s normally a catchall for my junk. It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the idea that this is now my life. This house hasn’t felt this warm since I purchased it.
I like to think it was always meant for all of us …
After dinner, Becca puts Damian to bed, and I lie against the back of the couch, ecstatic that the day is finally coming to an end. While I’m happy that they are here with me now, I’ve had enough drama for one day.
Between patching things up with her, Russell trying to fight me, and Becca getting kicked out, I think we all need some relaxation.
Becca soon joins me in the quiet living room, her body dropping down beside me as her head falls on my shoulder. “I am exhausted,” she reveals. “I wish it was summer, because I’d be living in that pool you have out back.”
We both laugh as she sets her hand on my stomach. “Just a couple more months,” I remind her. “But for now, let’s get some sleep. Are you … sleeping in my bed? Or would you be more comfortable by yourself?”
Her head lifts so she can see my eyes. “That’s a stupid question.
” Her mouth forms a smile as she leans in to kiss me.
“I know we have to talk to Damian, but I just couldn’t do it tonight.
But I was thinking—or hoping that your bed would become our bed?
I mean, if we are really going to make a go at this …
You and me, then I think we need to do it right. ”
“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I reply softly. My eyes quickly grow heavier, and I stand, grabbing her hand to follow me to our room.
It has a nice ring to it …
With the size of my house—five bedrooms and three bathrooms total—she can have any room she wants, but knowing she wants to share my space warms my heart. Waking up next to her every morning is something I’ve wanted for five years.
It just doesn’t feel real yet.
Holding out my hand, she takes it, and I lead her back down the darkened hallway to her new bedroom … our bedroom.
As I sit in the bed, leaning against the softened headboard, I can’t help but admire her.
Becca stands in front of the mirror in the master bathroom, rinsing her face with her cleanser.
She’s wearing a loose-fitting nightgown and her hair is tied up in a messy bun, but I’ve never been more attracted to her.
I just wish she knew how stunning she truly is. I can tell she doesn’t see it, but I can spend the rest of my life convincing her of it. Once she’s done brushing her teeth, she finds her way into the bed beside me and curls in.
“This is nice,” she reveals, nuzzling deeper against my bare chest as I slide down further on the bed.
“It is,” I reply. “And you don’t have to leave this time or ever again.”
I look forward to waking up every single morning for the rest of my life next to her. With an exaggerated sigh, I close my eyes as my fingertips trail up and down her back.
“Mm-hmm,” she moans softly. “That’s nice.”
“I can rub your back, if you’d like?” I offer, hoping she doesn’t take it as a hint toward sex. After the day she’s had, I wouldn’t dare assume.
She’s quiet for a moment, and then her hand slips under the covers, running directly over my penis that’s nestled in my boxers. “I’d rather rub something else.”
Her reply stuns me because if I endured what she did, I don’t know if I would have the energy for sex. But I will never turn her down if that’s what she wants.
“Oh really?” I question seductively. “Are you sure you’re up for it? I’m not saying no, but I just—” I stop mid-sentence as I gasp softly. Her hand dips into my underwear as I’m speaking, and suddenly, I can’t remember what I was saying.
“I’m sure,” she whispers before kissing me. Before I can react, she climbs on top of me, her delicious thighs straddling me. I can feel she isn’t wearing any panties under her nightgown, which only excites me more.
She leans down and kisses me again. “These should probably go, though.” Her finger dips under the elastic band of my boxers, and I waste no time shoving them down my legs. My hands rest on the tops of her thighs as she rubs her slit up and down my length.
While I’m focused on how good this feels, I still keep a close eye on her. I don’t want to push her farther than what she can handle in such a delicate state. So far, it seems like the perfect distraction for her.
Maybe this is exactly what she needs. And I am more than happy to help her with this. Her breathing quickens, as does her pace, and I can feel myself stiffen to full capacity. It doesn’t take much when Becca’s involved.
She pulls forward again, but this time, she repositions herself, and as she pulls back, my cock slides into her perfectly. We both gasp as my tip reaches its limit within her. “Fuck, baby,” I exhale as I dig my fingertips into her skin.
Her hips rock back and forth, allowing me to slide in and out of her with ease. This is by far my favorite position because while it feels fucking incredible for me, I know it massages her G-spot with every thrust.
This is about her tonight. Her cheeks turn crimson red, and her hands rest behind her on my legs. This angle allows the tip of my cock to push hard into her sensitive spot. As she works her magic, my thumb quickly finds her clit as it’s displayed in front of me.
I lightly massage against her swollen cluster with my thumb, and she moans a little louder this time.
Just watching her enjoy herself is enough to make me come on the spot. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan, trying to keep myself from finishing prematurely.
She suddenly stops, seemingly trying to catch her breath, but as she rests, I thrust my hips up. As I push further into her, her mouth opens, allowing another gasp to exit.
With my hands now holding onto her hips, I continue to thrust upward, fucking her as she rests on top. Her palms soon find my chest as she steadies herself from the motion. I’ve never tried this position before, but damn is it incredible.
“Steven,” she whimpers as her face twists with pleasure. “Fuck …” Her voice is breathy and eager. With every movement, it’s becoming harder for me to keep my orgasm buried. It’s scratching at the surface, but I need her to finish … She needs this more than I do.
“I want you to come for me,” I say as I move my hand back to her clit and rub to match the motion of my own hips. Her head instinctively falls back, and her breasts bounce underneath the thin cloth she wears.
“Right there,” she nearly screams. “Don’t stop.” I do as she commands, and within seconds, she collapses onto my chest, her cries of passion spilling out and her juices run down either side of my hips.
My fingers run lightly down her back, trying to help her breathing get under control. She sits up quickly again, kissing me deeply. This time, her lips linger on mine, the passion exploding between us.
As she collapses next to me once more, she expresses how she feels bad that I didn’t finish. I tell her that I didn’t want to, that tonight was all about her. Smiling, she lies on her side and faces the window.
“You know,” she speaks up again once she’s finally comfortable. “I could really get used to this. Living here with you … being able to be with you without hiding … All of it.” I wrap my arm around her waist as I curl in behind her.
“Me too.”
The room falls silent as we both stare out of the window. Snow still covers the once-green grass in my backyard, along with all my patio furniture. Although I enjoy summer, this season is by far the prettiest, especially in Michigan.
I can feel her chest moving erratically, and a soft sob leaves her. Instantly, I pull her back against my chest tighter, silently letting her know that I’m here for her.
The last thing I want is for her to cry herself to sleep over a fight that her father created. My heart breaks when I see her like this.
“It may seem terrible now,” I mutter against the skin of her back, “but I will do anything I can to fix things. I just want you to be happy. I love you.”
I love them both so much, and to see either of them hurting hurts me too. No matter what I have to do, I will find a way to get through to Russell, to fix this entire mess.