Page 63 of Forbidden Dreams
I was positive I never talked about her with the Sterlings. "Yeah, she's still living in the same house. I go by from time to time to ensure everything's good."
She rested her hand on my thigh. "That's nice you're still close."
My muscle contracted under her palm, thinking it was time to tell her the truth. "I wouldn't go that far. The situation with her is frustrating. She accepted Dad back into our lives no matter what he did."
She drew in a breath. “What did your father do?”
I wanted to tell her more about myself. “He only came around when there was something to take, usually money. Then he’d be gone again.”
Aspen turned slightly so that she could face me, her eyes wide. "You're mad at your mom?"
I thought about that for a few seconds. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
"It's okay to be mad," Aspen said simply, and I let those words seep into my chest.
"I still send groceries and fix things around the house. She's family, you know?"
"There's nothing wrong with what you're doing. That just means you're a good man."
I stiffened. "Don't make me something I'm not. I'm not a hero."
Her eyes flashed with emotion. "Maybe to her you are.”
I scoffed. "I was a kid. I couldn't exactly go anywhere. I had to be there for her.
She sipped her hot chocolate, her gaze on the lights of the tree. "You could have left as soon as you were eighteen."
"My contacts were here. I'd have to start all over somewhere else." I didn't want to talk about my family. It never failed to make me feel less than. I wanted to get lost in her instead.
I set my hot chocolate aside and then did the same with hers. Her gaze met mine and held. I cupped her cheek, tipping her chin so that she was the perfect angle, then I kissed her, slow and sweet. She tasted like chocolate and heat.
She moved so that she was straddling me on the couch.
I pulled back so I could see her face. "Can anyone see us up here?"
She shook her head. "The plants block the view. No one walks behind the building."
That was all I needed to hear. I shoved her shirt up, and she accommodated my efforts by lifting it the rest of the way off. I pulled the cups of her bra down so I could suck on her nipples. She moved over my lap, rubbing against my dick, making me want to lose my mind.
I lifted her off and stood in order to remove my clothes while she did the same. I resumed my seat, and she straddled me again, her slick pussy now gliding over my aching dick.
There was something about doing this here, her happy place, surrounded by plants and her new tree. It was magical, almost dreamlike, and I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want to go to bed or for the sun to rise.
I wished we could stop time and stay in this place forever. I wouldn't have to deal with her brothers, or my job. We could pretend that nothing else existed.
The tip of my dick slipped inside her, and I was lost in the heat of her body surrounding mine. She sank down, taking all of me.
She slowly lifted, then sank down, setting her own rhythm. I was content to let her determine the pace, as I lavished her breasts with attention. I sucked on one nipple while I cupped her other breast.
Her lips were parted with pleasure and her eyes hooded.
I'd made her lose control like this. I gripped her tighter, moving underneath her. Thrusting to meet her movements. Needing more.
"Cooper—" she pleaded softly.
I circled her clit with my finger, and she lifted, then slammed down, chasing her release. The orgasm formed at the base of my spine, but I needed her to go over first. I sucked on her nipple, and she detonated, spasming around my dick, drawing my release from deep inside my body.
She rested her head against mine, her hands on my shoulders. "It's always like this."
