Page 79 of The Blessing

She bites her lip and gives me a coy smile as she watches me unzip my jeans and pull my cock out. I slide off the bed to step out of my sneakers before pulling my jeans off. I enjoy the view she grants me as she parts her legs. I kneel between her thighs and reach over and open the drawer of my bedside table for a condom. I’m quick to rip the foil packet and I pump myself a few times before sliding the rubber into place. Ronnie stares at me with her bright eyes. They’re filled with excitement as I lower myself on top of her curvy body. I bring my lips to hers, and I’m inside her in one, harsh thrust. I can’t make love to her—not tonight. I need to lose myself in her body. I need to come so fucking hard I won’t be able to feel anything else. She understands my need, and even encourages it as she grabs a handful of my ass to spur me to thrust harder and go deeper. I proceed to fuck her into oblivion. I can’t help but grin as she spanks my ass. God, my girl turns me on unlike anyone else. I know I won’t be able to last much longer, so I make sure my girl’s enjoying herself with every thrust. I reach down to give her clit some attention, but she beats me to it, leaving me to watch in awe as she plays with herself.

“I love you, Ronnie. I love you so fucking much,” I groan.

“I love you, too,” she gasps—reaching her orgasm.

I come so hard I see fucking stars. My vision blurs so much it’s as if I were intoxicated. I feel intoxicated—being incredibly high off sex with my girl. I finally pull out and lay beside her. I pull off the condom, knot it, then throw it in the trash can beside my bed before pulling Ronnie’s silky body against mine. I love holding her after sex. It makes me feel as though we are one.

Ronnie laughs; it’s a beautiful sound, but quickly stops as soon as I notice.

“What is it?”

She shakes her head, smiling. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me,” I urge.

“You always say you love me when you come. I don’t think you know you’re doing it.”

“Why is that funny?”

My girl gives me a shy smile, looking up to meet my eyes. “Well, you’ve always done it. Since the very first time we had sex. You were coming, so I didn’t know if you actually meant it—especially since you didn’t bring it up after that. Well, until you ‘officially,’ ” she stresses with air quotes, “told me.”

I snort, unable to believe I did that. I thought I’d been saying it inside my head, not out loud. God, I feel like such an ass.

“So, you knew I loved you before my big confession?”

She nods, her lips twitching as she suppresses a smile. We lay in a comfortable silence for a while before she nuzzles up to me and asks, “When did you know you loved me?”

“Well, part of me wants to say when I first saw you.” I smile at her and she blushes. “Realistically though, I think I truly fell in love with you when we became good friends. You didn’t treat me like anyone else in my life had. You didn’t judge me for my past mistakes—instead, you saw the man I was trying to become. You believed in me when I didn’t even believe in myself. That meant the world to me, Ronnie. I never thought you’d be able to love me in return. I believed I had enough love for the both of us. Honestly, I was in love with you before I even knew what ‘romantic’ love really was.”

Ronnie gives me a teary-eyed smile and gasps when I pull her into my arms. As I hold her, it truly feels as though I’m holding my other half—I love each and every part of her. I wipe away a tear as it rolls down her cheek. “When did you know that you loved me?”

A beautiful smile illuminates her face as she tells me, “When I saw the way you loved Grey. You gave up everything for that little boy, and not many people would have done the same. I know you get down on yourself and constantly think you’re not good enough, but you are, Trevor. You’re more than good enough. I wish you could see you the same way I see you because if you could, then you’d know why I love you so much.”

I’m all choked up. So, I do what I usually do when I get emotional like this, I tease her. “So, it wasn’t for my body?”

She throws her head back and giggles. “Well, I guess it was for the tattoos,” she says and winks at me.

She loves me for the tattoos. I smile. Maybe I could add to my ink and get one tattoo for her and one for Grey. I contemplate that thought, as we drift off to sleep.

I wake-up the next morning, feeling like a new person. My youth might have been a lie, but what I have right now is real. I have a family of my own that loves me. I’m not going to keep rereading the last chapter of my life as if it’s going to change anything. My brother’s dead and my dad’s a fucking liar—but I’m still here. I can’t keep dwelling on things that are out of my control. I lean over to kiss Ronnie’s shoulder before sliding out of bed to get my son ready for the day.

Grey’s face brightens as soon as he sees me. He’s kicking his legs in excitement as soon as I reach for him, squealing as I pick him up. Not wanting to think about my father, I focus all my energy on my son. I tell him the only story I remember off the top of my head as I bathe him and get him dressed. His jeans are getting too short for him, indicating I’ll have to go shopping for new clothes for him soon. He’ll be turning one in January; I can scarcely believe how fast time has flown by. I almost wish I could stop the clock from turning and keep him as a baby forever. Although, another part of me is excited to see him grow up.

“You’re getting so big, buddy. You’ll probably grow to be as tall as your daddy,” I tell him as I slip on his socks. Dean stood at six feet, five inches tall, which is one inch taller than me. I have no doubt that Grey will grow up to be just as tall. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’ll look like when he’s a teenager. Hopefully, he won’t be the wild card I was. Although, I’m sure if he did turn out that way—it’d be karma for all the shit I put my parents through growing up. “Daddy’s going to have to buy you some new clothes.”

“Maybe we can do that today?”

I whip my head around to find Ronnie standing in the doorway in one of my T-shirts. I take a moment to appreciate how fucking gorgeous she looks before responding, “You sure you want to do that today? I thought you wanted to spend my day off chilling at home?”

“Well, I don’t mind going shopping if it’s for Grey,” she comments as she toys with the bottom of the shirt, making me want to spend the day in bed with her.

I guess I wouldn’t mind it so much, either. Besides, Grey always loves a change of scenery. “Well, why don’t you jump in the shower and get ready, then we’ll head out.”

She smiles before turning to run back to my room at the end of the hall. “Well, buddy, looks like we’re going shopping today for you.” He smiles at this and smiles even more as I take him into the living room to watch morning cartoons together.

As soon as Ronnie finishes getting ready, she comes out in a sweater and a pair of jeans which makes her legs look absolutely incredible. I hand her Grey and jump up to go get myself ready. I don’t take long in the shower, and quickly brush my teeth before grabbing the first pair of jeans and clean shirt I can find. My phone buzzes as I slip them on, so I tap the screen to find a message from Travis. I’m happy he’s reaching out to me. He asks if I’m up for getting lunch after I get off work tomorrow, which I quickly reply in an affirmation. Hopefully, this will become a normal thing for us. God knows I don’t have many friends in this town. Not that I’m unhappy with the amount I have now—I like spending all my free time at home with Grey and my girl. Although, having a few guy friends is always nice. As soon as the plan is set, I slip on my Vans and hurry back into the living room to join my two favorite people. She’s feeding him a yogurt and gives me a bright smile as soon as I return.

“You ready to go, babe? Or do you want me to make you something to eat?”