Proving Paul’s Promise(80)
She rides me, taking me hard, and I massage her clit. Her legs begin to quiver, and her arms start to shake. Her rhythm falters, and I know she’s close.
“Come for me,” I say. “Please.”
She cries out. Then she stills and her walls milk me, clenching tightly as I rub her clit in small, tight circles the way I know she likes. She comes hard, and I let her ride it out until she shoves my hand away.
She sits forward. “Now you,” she says.
She rides my dick, taking me in her slick hole over and over, and I push through it, holding off for as long as I can. I can hear the smack of our bodies together, all tight and wet and hot.
Suddenly, she pulls my hair. “Open your eyes,” she says. “Look at me.”
I open them, and it’s like I can see her soul looking back at me.
“I fucking love you so much,” she says.
“I’m going to come inside you,” I warn.
“I know.”
Suddenly, she grows even wetter, and her mouth falls open, and I realize she’s coming again. She’s coming on my dick, and I join her, pumping all the way through the orgasm as she looks into my eyes.
“I fucking love you,” I tell her as my dick begins to go soft inside her. She falls onto my chest and collapses there. I wince as I slip out of her tight little body, and I’m already thinking about how soon I can get back in there.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to want to start using condoms after this baby gets here,” she says.
“Good. Because I’m going to get you pregnant as soon as you have this one.”
“Okay,” she says. And I can feel her smile against my chest.
I palm the back of her head and tug her hair so she’ll look up at me. “Okay?”
“Yes. Get me pregnant. Please. Make a baby with me. Make our family bigger.” She throws her arms open wide. “I want it to be fucking huge.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
“You’re in, Paul.”
“Yes, I’m in.” I’m further in than I ever dreamed she would let me be.
We sit there for I don’t know how long. But finally, we have to move. “I need to go and talk to my brothers,” I say.
“I know.” I use her torn panties to clean us up, and we fix our clothing. I go and turn off the projector, and we sneak out the same way we sneaked in. Only this time, we’re hand in hand.
We get to the apartment, and I’m not surprised at all to find all my brothers and their partners there. They’re quiet as we walk in the door.
Friday goes and changes into her pajamas, since she’s not wearing panties, and I go to my brothers. They deserve an explanation.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“For what?” Matt bites out. I can tell he’s angry.
“For making you wait. They gave me the news, and I freaked out a little.”
“Why?” Logan asks.
“Guilt.”
“For what?” This time, it’s Pete.
“He didn’t leave,” I blurt out. “I kicked him out.”
“We know,” Sam says. They all look at one another. “We’ve always known.”
“What?” I jump to my feet. “How the fuck did you know?”
“Sam was home that day,” Matt says. “He skipped school, and he was hiding in the closet. He heard the whole thing.”
“You knew.”
“Yes,” Sam says.
“You always knew.”
“Yes,” he repeats.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to get him killed.”
They look at one another. Finally Matt speaks up. “Just how do you think you killed him?”
“I threw him out. Then he died. If I hadn’t tossed him out, he might still be alive.”
“Fate’s a fickle bitch,” Matt says. “If anyone knows that, it’s me.”
“You don’t honestly think you have enough power to cause the fates to take him out. You’re not quite that awesome,” Logan says. He laughs.
“But—”
“But nothing,” Matt says. “You didn’t cause it. That’s the end of it.”
“You’re not mad at me?”
They all get up and wrap their arms around me. They squeeze and jostle me around until I laugh and cry out, “That’s enough.”
They step back, but they’re never far away. I know that.
“I’m going to have Dad buried beside Mom,” I say.
“Let’s plan a service and everything,” Matt says.
“Okay.” I smile. I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.
My brothers and Emily, Sky, and Reagan leave. But as the three girls are walking out the door, I hear Friday ask them, “Wait, where’s Kelly?”