Chapter 9
NINE
Selena
My phone beeps with a text alert, breaking through my dream. I blink my eyes open, smiling as I feel Foster’s warm body behind me.
His strong arms are wrapped around me, holding me close, his steady heartbeat thudding against my back like it belongs to me now.
For the first time in my life, I know I’ll never be alone.
Nothing is missing. Every sharp edge inside me has softened, soothed by the bond that’s finally snapped into place.
I tilt my head to find Foster already awake, his chin resting against my hair. When he notices me watching him, a slow smile curves his mouth, gentler than I’ve ever seen.
“Good morning, mate,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep and something deeper, something that makes my heart skip.
My throat goes tight. Hearing him call me that undoes me. I smile anyway, pressing closer as if I can crawl inside his chest and never leave. “Good morning.”
He shifts, rolling me beneath him, and his mouth brushes mine in a kiss that’s soft at first, then deepens, sparking heat all over again. The bond thrums between us, hungry and alive, pulling us into each other like magnets. I let myself drown in it, in him, in us.
I’m surprised we’re not sick of each other yet. He spent hours worshipping my body last night. He promised me a dozen orgasms at one point. I thought he was joking, but he made good on that promise and then some.
He moves down my body, but I stop him.
“Are you sore? Do you need anything?” he asks in alarm.
I shake my head. “No, it’s not that,” I assure him.
“Then let me lick your pussy.”
“Later,” I promise. “Right now, I was hoping to…explore you,” I say shyly.
“Fuck, Selena. Are you asking to suck my cock, mate?”
I nod. “I’ve never…done it. It might not be good.”
He snorts. “Mate, I’m close to spilling just from you asking. If your mouth gets within a foot of my cock, I’m afraid I might come.”
“Well, try to hold off for me,” I say as I prowl down his body.
“Selena,” he groans.
I grin, feeling confident and sexy as I settle between his strong thighs.
My hand strokes over the dark hair on his stomach that leads down to his thick cock.
When I look up at him, his dark green eyes are locked on me.
He makes me feel like I’m the only person in the world, like I’m the center of his universe.
I wrap my hand around his length and smirk when he curses under his breath. His need for me is such a huge turn-on, and I’m excited to give my first blowjob.
“How do I do this?” I ask, my hand flexing around his cock. I give him a few test pumps, and his body tenses at the movement. “Like this?”
He gives me a jerky nod.
I lick my lips, and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Selena—”
I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his hips jerking forward, forcing an inch of his length into my mouth.
My lips stretch, and I moan as his cock slides against my tongue. I bob my head, trying to take as much of his length into my mouth as I can.
Saliva spills from the side of my mouth, rolling down his dick. I hum, swirling my tongue around the tip before sliding down on his length. I get half his shaft in my mouth and use my hand on the rest.
Foster is tense beneath me, hushed curses spilling from his mouth as I continue to use my mouth on him. His hands fist the sheets beneath him. His cock swells against my tongue, and I moan, sucking him harder.
I want him to come for me. I want to taste him. I want him to unravel.
“Selena,” Foster says in warning.
I hum, my mouth and hand moving faster as we race toward the finish line.
“Selena, mate. If you don’t want a mouthful of cum, you need to stop.”
I moan, and that’s all it takes.
Foster swears violently as he comes, filling my mouth with his salty seed. I swallow it down and look up at him, licking my swollen lips as our eyes meet.
“Fucking hell,” he snarls, reaching for me and dragging me up his body.
He rolls us so he’s on top and knees my legs apart. He kisses me, his tongue licking against the seam of my lips as his cock bumps against my wet core. I open my mouth, welcoming the thrust of his tongue as he sinks into my pussy.
“So perfect,” he praises as we rock together.
We move in perfect sync, our bodies attuned to each other after spending all night making love.
We’re tangled together like a knot, and I’m so lost in Foster that I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.
My hips lift to meet his, taking his cock deeper inside me as we both strain to reach our peaks.
“I love you,” Foster whispers, his lips brushing over the bite mark he left on my neck.
That does it for me. I cry out his name as I come, my release coating his cock. Two thrusts later, Foster comes inside me, growling my name against my skin.
He rolls to the side before his arms give out, and I giggle, cuddling against him as we catch our breath.
We’re silent for a minute as we come down from our highs. I snuggle closer, resting my head on his shoulder. Foster’s hand rubs up and down my back, and I smile, feeling so at peace, so loved.
I look up at him, taking in his features. I trace the line of his jaw with my fingers, memorizing him. “What now?”
His green eyes catch mine, steady and sure. “Now we talk.”
The words should scare me or have me on edge, but they don’t. I know that whatever we talk about, it will all be fine. I have Foster now. I have a family. After years of wanting, wondering, and waiting, I finally believe it.
I watch him as he climbs out of bed, admiring the strong lines of his body.
“Get dressed,” he orders.
I grin. “Yes, sir.”
I crawl out of bed and grab my phone, remembering the text that I got earlier. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I pull up Penny’s message.
Penny: I hope things worked out last night.
Penny: I DON’T WANT DETAILS!!!!
Penny: But I do want to say that I’m sorry for putting my misplaced feelings ahead of both of yours. I trust you guys. I know you’d never hurt or use me. I’m sorry it took me so long to remember that.
“What is it?” Foster asks.
I smile. “Penny texted me.”
“She can’t have you today. You’re all mine,” he warns.
“It’s not that. She apologized for not trusting us sooner.”
“Oh…Are you mad at her for that?”
I shake my head. “No, are you?”
“No. It all worked out in the end.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
He wraps his arms around me and drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. I lean against him, hoping he’ll take me back to bed, but he smacks my ass instead, making me yelp.
“Come on. Get dressed. I need to feed you, and we need to talk.”
“Fine,” I sigh, turning away to dig through my closet.
I wonder what we need to talk about as I pull on my clothes, but when I turn back to Foster and he holds out his hand, I know it’s all going to be okay. For the first time, the future doesn’t feel scary.
It feels like home.