Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Bennett
Her leg slides over mine, waking me. The warmth of her body tucks against my side, her cheek on my shoulder, her fingers running across my chest.
Delaney.
She’s here.
It was all real. Not a dream.
Soft light pours in through her bedroom window. It’s a new day that feels like the start of something exciting. A future with her.
There’s so much we need to discuss. Telling the girls, people in town. Where do we go from here?
She shifts beside me with a sleepy hum, nuzzling closer. Her bare thigh brushes higher, and I bite back a groan. All those thoughts about how we’ll handle things goes out the window.
She’s still naked.
And so am I.
Memories from last night run through my mind. On the kitchen table, in the shower, in her bed multiple times. All through the night, the lightest touch from the other awoke a need that had to be taken care of.
I brush my lips against her hair. “Morning.”
Her hand moves, slow and lazy, over my stomach. Tracing lines as she dips lower. Her fingers wrap around my hardened length, and I suck in a breath.
“Morning,” she says with humor in her voice because she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Laney…” I warn, but there’s no heat behind it. I’m ready to have her again.
She props herself up on one elbow. Her hair is wild around her face, her eyes heavy with sleep except for a wicked grin.
“I didn’t get to return the favor last night,” she whispers, voice rough and warm against my neck.
“You absolutely don’t—”
She cuts me off with a kiss to my jaw, then my chest, moving lower.
My head sinks back into the pillow, and I close my eyes at the feel of her.
She slides down between the sheets, her lips trailing a path that leaves fire in its wake. My hands fist the blankets the second she grips my base, and her mouth wraps around me. I groan, lifting my hips. She teases me with long strokes of her tongue, her hand working in rhythm.
“Fuck.”
She hums around me.
I look down at her lips stretched around my cock, her cheeks flushed, and the sight alone nearly makes me come.
I brush her hair back, my thumb skimming over her cheek. “You’re gonna kill me.”
She pulls off me just long enough to murmur, “You’ll die happy then.”
Then she takes me deeper, and I might just die.
The pleasure builds fast, my abs tightening, my breath shallow gasps. I’m so damn close. “Laney, I’m—”
She doesn’t stop, nor does she slow. She holds me with her mouth and her hands until I groan her name, spilling down her throat.
When I open my eyes again, she’s crawling over me, back up the bed, with a smug and satisfied smirk.
I pull her to me, crashing my mouth into hers, tasting myself on her lips.
I kiss her deep and slow and messy, rolling her onto her back, pressing my weight into her and wishing we could stay here all day.
“Your turn,” I murmur against her mouth, kissing my way down her chest.
She laughs softly, breath hitching as I gently bite her hip. “You’re insatiable.”
“With you?” I look up at her, grinning. “Always.”
An hour later, we decide breakfast is a good idea.
I call Lottie and Romy to see how the sleepover went while she goes downstairs to cook breakfast.
When I get down to the kitchen, Delaney’s wearing the shirt I took off last night—and I’m hoping nothing else.
“How are they? I was worried about Leia.” She glances over her shoulder from where she stands at the stove.
I come up behind her, in my jeans, and wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my face into her neck. “There might have been a nightmare.”
She whips around, the spatula flying across the room, hitting the wall, and falling to the floor. “We gotta go.”
I tighten my hands on her hips. “Leia’s good now. She’s eating breakfast.”
“But—”
“I know it’s not ideal,” I say.
“I’m a horrible mom. I should have waited until my parents were home or—”
I take her hand and lead her to the kitchen table. I’m half tempted to ask her parents to let me buy it since I’ll remember last night every time I look at it.
She sits in the chair, and I hold her hands.
“You didn’t do anything wrong last night.
You left her with her family.” I tip my chin down and look into her eyes.
“I was just as worried and was ready to grab my keys and drive you over. I don’t want our daughter to be upset either, but I want her to feel comfortable with my family, with me.
I want her to know that they and I can help her through the hard stuff too.
Lottie said she set up a fort and slept with them.
That she was able to soothe Leia back to sleep. Wren helped too, and Leia’s good now.”
She nods. “I know you’re right. And I want her to be comfortable with your family and with you too.” She kisses my lips. “But…”
I laugh. “You want to go have breakfast at my parents’ place?”
She nods.
“Okay.”
Delaney cringes. “I’m sorry.”
I guide her to sit on my lap. “Don’t apologize. I’d never be upset with you for wanting to make sure our kids are safe. But can we talk for just a second?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, and my hand falls to her outer thigh. “Of course.”
I kiss her, trying to get that concerned look off her face. There’s fear in her eyes, and I assume she’s worried I’m going to take back what we did last night. I deserve it, but I’m going to prove to her every day that she can trust me again.
“Are we keeping this from the girls?” I ask.
“Well…”
“I’m good either way, but I want us on the same page.” I really have no idea what’s best for them. I hate to start us off by sneaking around again. We have nothing to be ashamed of, but I also don’t want the girls to be hurt.
She opens her mouth, and I decide to be truthful with her.
“Listen, I’ll go along with whatever you want, but I want them to know.
I get that we could be cautious and see where this goes before involving them, but they’re already in the mix.
And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure this doesn’t end.
I see you as my forever, Delaney, and I want our girls to be along for the ride. ”
Tears glisten in her eyes, and I run my thumb across her cheek. She’s so beautiful. How did I ever get this lucky?
“How can I say no to that?”
“I don’t think you can.” I tighten my hand on her thigh.
“But maybe we hold off on sleeping at each other’s houses for a bit.”
“Then be prepared to be fucked in my office and in my truck on the regular.”
“No complaints.” Her hands cradle my face, and she presses her lips to mine.
I take the invitation and deepen our kiss.
Then she gets off my lap, flicks the button of my jeans and zipper before tugging them off me, with my help. She sinks down on me and fucks me so good I’m still hard after I come.
I’ll never get enough of her.