Page 28 of Forever Mine
“You haven’t given me any choices.”
“Rural or urban?”
“Rural,” he replies, but I already knew that one. Elijah hates big cities.
I sift the wet strands of his hair through the gaps between my fingers. “Boy or girl?”
“Context?” he asks.
I kiss his shoulder. “Do you want to have a boy or a girl?”
His chest stops moving when he literally stops breathing. “What?”
“Kids. Do you want a boy or a girl? If it was up to me, we’d have both.”
He tries to flip position, but I lock my thighs to keep him in place.
“That came out of left field.”
Not really. We’ve discussed it in passing a couple of times along with the options of adoption or using a surrogate.
“This or That?” I prod.
“I’d want both. A boy and a girl, who we could spoil rotten.”
I know we’re both still young and have so much more growing to do. College, careers, adventures to have before we start a family. But it’s nice to think about that life we want to build together.
“Surfing or hiking?” he asks.
Anything outdoors or involves sports of any kind, I’m all for. But the beaches of North Carolina hold a special place for me, especially the southern Outer Banks.
“Surfing,” I reply.
He reaches back and caresses my neck. “Seeing as the beach is only thirty minutes away, we could go tomorrow after your morning workout and be back in time for your afternoon practice.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Getting back to washing him, I run the terry cloth over each of his shoulders, his chest, and down his stomach to his groin. His cock jerks at my touch, and water sloshes over the lip of the tub.
“Shh.” I let the washcloth float on the surface and circle his shaft with a firm grip. My lips dip to kiss the side of his neck. “Relax, baby, and let me take care of you.”
His back arches, and his fingernails score the tops of my knees. “Difficult to do when you’re…”
He moans my name as I stroke him hard, increasing the pressure just how he likes it and pumping his length with rough pulls. His entire body shakes from the exertion of holding back the orgasm I’m desperate to give him.
He’s so close to the edge, it doesn’t take long for me to have him freefalling into a fast climax. I grab his face and force his head back, capturing his groan of release with my tongue. His thick cock pulses in my hand as he convulses beautifully with wave after wave of unrelenting ecstasy.
Sinking chest-deep into the water, a sated smile spreads across his face. “I made a mess.”
I burst out laughing because that’s almost exactly what I said our first time when I came all over the headboard of the hotel bed.
“I love you messy.” His skin is slippery, and water goes everywhere when I push him onto all fours. He braces against the end of the tub as I go to my knees and line my cock up with his entrance. “Things are about to get messier.”
Chapter Eight
ELIJAH
Spottinga shark’s tooth half-covered by sand, I wash it off in the surf and hand it to Julien. In his open palm, the sun’s sizzling rays glint off its glossy, dark surface, the black color caused by permineralization. A cool word I learned in my AP Environmental Science class in high school that I took in lieu of AP Chemistry. Marshall was in that class. No thank you.
