We stay like that梛oined and panting梖or several moments. Connor抯 lips kiss my hair, my neck, and his hands slide up and down my back tenderly, soothing my exerted muscles. Eventually I slide off him, feeling that momentary emptiness when his cock leaves my body. And then my head is on the pillow and he抯 wrapped behind me. I let out a satisfied sigh and rub my legs together, because I enjoy the slick slipperiness of his come on my thighs.
We抮e quiet for a little while, but I can tell from Connor抯 breathing that he hasn抰 fallen asleep, even though I gave him quite a workout. His fingertip traces slowly up and down my arm and his voice is husky when he says, 揇o you want kids??
A bolt of excitement zings through me. Because spending time around the house with the boys these last weeks梘iving them breakfast before school, helping them with their homework, just talking to them梙as given me a hint of what motherhood could be like. I thought I had a taste of it raising my sisters and brother . . . but this is a whole other level.
Deeper. More.
I love being a part of their lives, a part of the memories they抮e making梚t抯 an honor to have a hand in shaping them into the men they抣l grow up to be. I love sharing the small, sweet moments with them as much as I love sharing them with their dad. It gives me a thrill to see little pieces of him in their expressions and mannerisms, to hear him in their words.
And Connor is an amazing father. I already knew he was, but seeing him in action up close has brought my ovaries to DEFCON level 1 on several occasions.
He抯 never more attractive to me梥exy and desirable梩han when he抯 with his boys. The way he teaches them, guides them, has fun with them梐lways gentle and strong, and unconditionally devoted.
I can抰 conceive of a more beautiful future than one that includes me and Connor and children we抎 have together. Seeing him and me blended into a precocious, incredible, new little human梞aking Spencer a big brother.
揑s that a proposition or an inquiry??I ask.
揂n inquiry.?
I turn on my back because I want to see his face. I reach up and scrape my palm against the rough stubble on his jaw.
揧ou look so serious.?
His eyes are intense and shining in the darkness.
揑抦 feeling pretty serious about you these days. About us.?
And God, I love him. With a deeply yearning worship that抯 a little terrifying.
Because if I lost him now梚f I lost this梐nd Connor and his boys were no longer a part of my life . . . I don抰 know what I would do. It would be like one of my limbs were missing, one of my vital organs桰 would never be the same.
揧eah. Me too.?
揑抦 also twelve years older than you. A lot of our life experiences are similar, but some really . . . aren抰。 And I think it抯 important for us to talk about the ones that aren抰。 So there aren抰 any misunderstandings between us. Or disappointments.?
I think about how to answer his question, the best way to word it. What I wanted for my life used to be simpler. Because I don抰 just have my feelings to consider. So much of what I want hinges on what he wants.
揑 always assumed I抎 have kids梚t was always part of the plan. But it抯 not a deal breaker for me if棓
揇on抰 do that,?he says sharply.
揇on抰 do what??
揇on抰 equivocate because you think it抯 what I want to hear. I want to know what you want, Violet. What you hope for, what you dream about, not what you抣l settle for.?He brushes the damp strands of my hair back off my forehead cherishingly. 揌ard, fast truth, Vi梔o you want to have kids??
I don抰 think this time桰 just give him the answer.
揧es. I do. One would be amazing; two would be even better.?
He nods, unsurprised. But Connor抯 face is impassive, unreadable.
揇o you want to have more kids??I ask softly.
He doesn抰 answer right away, and the heavy silence presses down around us.
揑 don抰 know.?Connor sits up, facing away from me, resting his elbows on his bended knees. 揑抳e been thinking about it梩rying to figure out how I feel. Kids are incredible . . . mine will always be the most amazing thing I抳e ever done.?
He turns to me with dark, burning eyes.
揂nd I don抰 want to take that away from you. You deserve to have everything you抳e ever wanted.?
I give him a small smile and he lets out a long breath.
揃ut kids aren抰 easy. And I抳e been operating under the assumption for a while now that having more wasn抰 going to be an option for me. I don抰 not want more. But . . . if we had a child together tomorrow, I抣l be sixty when they抮e eighteen. That seems pretty frigging old to have a kid barely out of high school.?
I抦 not disappointed by his answer. It抯 a big decision and he抯 thinking about it, turning it around in his brilliant mind, examining all the angles. And the only reason he抯 doing that is because he抯 serious about a future with me, in the same way I want one with him.
And even if we don抰 know all the answers right this second, I believe in us.
And him.
I believe in a future where we抮e one of those annoying, disgustingly happy couples that go on fun vacations twice a year and do home redecorating projects together without even arguing. And we both have everything we want out of life.
We抮e too good together not to have that.
I walk my fingers up his spine and my voice goes flirty.
揧ou抮e going to be so fucking hot when you抮e sixty.?
Connor chuckles, his shoulders jostling. He turns back toward me with a smirk and a flash of dimple.
揙h yeah? You抳e got a thing for old guys, do you??
揥ell,?I tease, gesturing between us, 揑 thought that was obvious.?
揌a ha ha ha!?Connor laughs mockingly. 揌oly shit, you抮e hilarious.?
And now I抦 laughing too.
揑f nursing didn抰 work out, stand-up comedy was gonna be my plan B.?
揙h yeah? Tickling was my plan B.?
揟ickling is not an occupation.?
揑t is the way I do it.?
揘o! Connor, no!?
But he does.
Fast as a cobra, he snatches my ankle in an unbreakable grip and tickles the bottom of my overly sensitive foot桰 can抰 even get professional pedicures梪ntil I抦 squealing and thrashing uncontrollably.
揂hh!?I scream-laugh. 揝top!?
But he抯 relentless.
揝hh, shh梱ou can抰 scream, there are young boys in the house. They抮e going to come in here if they hear you and they抣l see your perfect tits and it抣l ruin normal breasts for them forever. You don抰 want that on your conscience. Shhh.?
He moves to the other foot without mercy.
So I change tactics梐ctivating my failsafe feminine wiles and capitalizing on his voracious sex drive.
I roll to my side and press all my naked parts against his, pelvis to pelvis, stomach to stomach, my 損erfect?tits molded against his broad chest. I wrap my arm around his shoulders and tug him down, kissing him hard and hot, like my life梐nd my feet梔epend on it.
And Connor . . . caves gloriously.
He groans low and rough梐 sound that never fails to make me insanely wet. And then he抯 pulling me to him, biting and sucking at my lips, and lashing with his tongue. His stupendous cock grows thick and stiff against my thigh.
Then he抯 gliding on top of me, pressing me down into the bed with his weight.
And the possible-future-kids discussion is shelved . . . as we pursue our more immediate needs.
*
Connor
In the first week of October, I officially retire from D.U.H. Because 搖nattached?no longer applies to me. I抦 extremely, happily attached.
It抯 tradition that when a member leaves the group, we all go out to dinner with the retiree and their new significant other to commemorate the occasion. And as any current or former athlete will tell you梱ou don抰 mess with tradition.