Leaning down, I suck a nipple into my mouth just as she goes off around me. The pulses of her pussy cause me to go again, and I fill her with my second load. The feeling is like pure heaven, but it’s still not enough. Not by a long shot. Before she can finish her climax, I roll over, keeping my dick in her while I put her on top. I lift my knees and grab her hips as I bounce her up and down on my cock. Her orgasm keeps going, and so does mine as I watch myself disappear inside her cunt.
“More,” I demand, and it’s like her pussy can hear me, because she cums again.
I’m still as hard as I was when I walked in here, but now it’s less urgent. I slow her hips and lift her up and down gently, taking my time as I glide into her. We’re an absolute mess where we’re connected, but seeing her covered in my cream makes me calm and happy.
She’s breathing hard when she falls on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. “Without you I’m nothing.” I kiss her forehead and close my eyes. “Please don’t make me chase you down again.”
She looks up at me and rests her chin on my chest. “I love you, Rory. I’m not going anywhere.”
We make love again, and this time it’s slow and lazy. When we eventually find our release, it’s together and full of so much more than love. It’s a joining of hearts from now until the end of time.
It’s much later when I’m holding her in my arms and thinking of how I can convince her to marry me this weekend, that I hear my phone ring. It’s the ringtone I have assigned for Apollo, so I get up and grab my cell out of my jeans.
When I answer it, I have to grab onto the bed so I don’t collapse. With one sentence, my whole world is turned upside down.
“Mr. Crew. Your son’s been in an accident.”
Chapter Eleven
Anna
I stand outside Apollo’s bedroom door like a creeper. I can’t help myself. Celeste isn’t my little girl anymore so I can sneak into her room and sit on the end of her bed. She’s a woman now, and I’m going to have to get used to it.
When I hear my daughter’s giggle from the other side of the door, I close my eyes for a long moment and smile. I should be all bent out of shape that my daughter is shacked up in her boyfriend’s room, but the last few weeks have put everything in perspective.
Life can be short.
I’d never been more terrified than when Rory got the call about Apollo being in an accident. A car slammed into the passenger side where Celeste was sitting. They had to pry her from the car, but thankfully she’s okay. Apollo was banged up too, but it was Celeste that suffered a major head injury. We’d all been lucky.
That night put everything in perspective. For the first time I let go, and Rory was there to catch me. Everyone’s walls came tumbling down, and Rory has been at my side ever since, making sure I don’t try and rebuild any of them.
I’d even gotten to see another side of Apollo. He was dripping blood everywhere and was still fighting to get to Celeste. It was clear more than ever he loved her and that she came first.
Since then, I’ve taken a step back and let the two of them find their own way together. My and Rory’s bullshit wasn’t going to come in the way of Apollo and Celeste. Enough of our stuff had already been affected, which is another reason I’m not upset that she’s been in Apollo’s room since we left the hospital.
“You know I hate when you sneak out of our bed.” Rory wraps his arms around me from behind and kisses my neck.
“I was checking in on them,” I say as he spins me in his arms.
The nights are numbered for me to be able to walk down the hall and check on her. As hard as it’s been to let go, I'm happy my daughter found a good man.
“Apollo isn’t going to let a hair on that girl's head get hurt.” I smile, knowing that’s the truth. I thought I could be overprotective, but he takes it to a new level.
“I know.” Rory talked with Celeste to clear the air between them, and it went a long way to make all of us a family. “She’ll always be my little girl. I’m just trying to learn to loosen my grip.”
Rory’s face softens in understanding. I didn’t think there were men like Rory in the world. Men that could care about their children on the same level as a mom could. It’s clear I’ve met a lot of shit men in my life because Rory and I have this understanding and bond of what our children mean to us.