I arch my hips, give him full access. Cry out with him as he comes inside me, his hot cum coating the inside of my ass.
When he pulls out and flips onto the bed beside me, we’re both limp, exhausted. Soaked with sweat. I roll over against his side, and he cradles me in his arms, kissing the top of my head gently.
“That was amazing,” I murmur into his chest.
“No.” He cups my chin, tilts my face toward his. “You’re amazing. I didn’t know it could be this good, with anyone.”
“Neither did I,” I breathe. For a moment, we just watch each other, lost in each other’s eyes. I never want this moment to end.
Then he leans in and kisses my lips, softly. “Just one problem,” he whispers into my mouth.
I kiss him back. “What’s that?” I murmur.
His smile widens, and he reaches down to cup my pussy. “Next time we fuck tonight, I want to come in your pussy.”
I grin and wriggle against him. “Hmm. I think that can be arranged…”
10
Cassius is late for work today. I pad out of the office, where I headed to get an early start on some filing that’s overdue, and find him in the twins’ room, cradling Luca in one arm and Lucie in the other. For a moment, I hesitate in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt. They look so peaceful, the twins both awake but silent, not complaining or crying for attention. They’re beaming up at Cassius, worshipful and happy, making quiet little gurgles of pleasure now and then as he coos to them.
They look… natural. Like we’ve always had this. Our little family. Cassius looks every bit the doting father right now.
I shake myself. This feels like dangerous territory. The sex is one thing—one spectacular, mind-blowing thing. But starting to think of him as a parent, a father to my kids, that’s a whole new leap of faith. I’d need to really know he was in, all in. I’ve handled breakups in the past, seen guys come and go after swearing up and down they’d be faithful. But I couldn’t put my children through that. If the twins started to see him as their father, what would they think if he turned out to be like my exes? Just another asshole.
Looking at Cassius now, I can’t think that of him. I can’t believe he’d abandon me so callously.
But then again, we hardly know each other. This relationship is so new, so fragile. Maybe he wants someone else, someone uncomplicated, without babies in tow. I couldn’t blame him for that.
And maybe he doesn’t want to settle down at all yet. Maybe he still wants to play the field.
I force myself to square my shoulders and step into the room. I’m having fun with him, but I cannot let my guard down. I can’t let him in. Not yet. For the twins’ sake, I need to know him much better before I fully open up.
“Cassius,” I murmur.
He looks up at me, a happy, contented smile on his face. Luca and Lucie coo in his arms, and he squeezes them both gently. “Good morning,” he says, smiling.
“I hate to interrupt…” I glance at the twins, unable to stop myself from smiling too. I’ve never seen the babies take to someone else so easily. Normally I’m the only one they don’t cry for. “But, you’ve got that meeting downtown in half an hour…”
“Ah, shit.” He grimaces. Then glances at the babies. “I mean, poop.”
I stifle a laugh. “Don’t worry. I don’t think they’re quite old enough to understand swears yet.”
He grins. “Well, it’s good to get into practice now. For when they are old enough.”
My heart leaps again. Another promise. Another statement that says he means to stick around. To be here when they are older. “Fair point,” I say, which is the only thing I can manage to say around the sudden lump in my throat.
He seems to sense I’m feeling something. He stands and gently places Luca and Lucie back into their crib, then steps over to wrap his arms around me. “You all right?” he murmurs into my hair.
I nod against his chest, squeezing him back tightly. “Just a little tired, that’s all.”
He pauses for a moment, gazing down at me. I can tell he doesn’t quite believe me, but he’s not going to push the issue. He leans in to kiss me gently, and then squeezes my shoulders one last time. “I’ll be home after the meeting,” he promises. “You and the kids and I need some quality park time this afternoon.”
I grin. “Deal.”
Then he’s gone, and I’m left staring at my babies, uncertain once more. Am I just being paranoid? Is it just my past experiences with men making me expect the worst?
Or am I right to worry, because these babies are my everything? They deserve the best, and they deserve for me to stay vigilant, and not get them tangled up in my heartbreak.