“Well, right now, all we can do is be there for him when he needs us the most.” I look at him as well and I know that my heart is filled with love for the both of them. I can’t let Claire win, because I have way too much to live for now. Maybe I didn’t back then, but I sure as hell do now.
“Allie?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” She stands on her tiptoes and gives me a long, sweet kiss. Then I remember that we’re standing in her mother’s living room with her sleeping son right next to us. So I stop myself before I start something I can’t finish. The sexy, sly grin appears on her lips and makes me want her right then and there. Damn it.
“It’s okay, Mom went to the grocery store. She’ll be gone for at least an hour or two. And Jackson will sleep at least that long.” She quietly walks to the front door and locks it, so I go to the back door to do the same. I make sure I get all the windows, too. When I walk back, Allie takes me by the hand and leads me back to her old bedroom. The very same room we made love in the last time we were here. We make sure we don’t make any noise going down the hallway as we slip in the bedroom. As the door shuts softly, we finally get to have some time to ourselves. Not that I don’t love her family, but it’s about time I got her alone, all to myself.
“So, come here often?” I joke around, making her playfully swat my arm. I catch her wrist with my other hand and turn her around so that her back is against my front. Running my fingertips down both her arms, from her shoulders to her hands and back again. “Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss every single inch of it.” A light moan escapes her lips and it turns me on even more. “I need to see you, Allie. I have to feel you beneath me, to beg for my touch. I need you to distract me from everything that’s been going on. I want you to invade my thoughts and possess my body. Take my heart in your hands and never let it go.”
She spins around, takes my face into her hands and crushes her mouth to mine. Her tongue takes control and I give myself to her. Ever since Claire, I’ve had an issue with losing control to a woman, but with Allie, it’s completely different. I want her to know that this is a partnership, that it’s a give and take kind of thing. So, for me to relinquish that control says a lot about us. It says that I trust her with everything I have in me and that I actually, truly love this woman. I pull back just a little to look at her.
“I’m yours, baby. Do with me what you will.” I gaze into her sparkling green eyes and I see them light up. She doesn’t need me to tell her twice. She yanks my shirt clear over my head, nearly ripping it clean off my chest. Then her hands are pulling down my shorts, taking the boxers right along with them. So I stand before her, naked, as she looks me up and down, licking her lips. Those bedroom eyes are enough to make me hard, which she seems to take great pleasure in.
Remaining fully clothed, she starts to walk in a circle around me, inspecting the goods. She stops when she’s behind me. I feel her nails lightly scratch down my back and the chills go right up my spine. She starts to come back around in front of me, but not before she smacks me right on my ass. Usually, that’s my job.
“Go lay down on the bed.” Her demand is firm, yet soft, and I willingly do as she says. I walk backwards until the back of my knees touch the bed. I immediately lay down, then I realize I can’t see what she’s doing. I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me a little nervous, but this is Allie. Someone who isn’t going to hurt me, someone who loves me. I try to calm the beating inside my chest and the butterflies in my stomach need to cut that shit out. Then I feel her bare skin slide up my body and I finally relax. The soft touch she has turns me on, yet calms me at the same time.
“You okay?” She looks at me with concern on her face and I nod, giving her my best smile. I don’t want to give her even an inkling that I have even the slightest issue with this. I want her to know that I trust her completely. This seems to satisfy her and I can tell we both feel relief. Acting as though my anxiety wasn’t present, she gently presses her lips to mine. Now I’m not sure if my heart is racing because of my stress or because she makes me feel this way all the time. Maybe it’s because we’re in her mother’s house again. Hell, it’s probably a combination of everything. Either way, I want her so bad I can feel it in every vein that courses through my body. I push everything else down into the pit of my stomach and allow myself to be engulfed by her.
“Show me how bad you want me,” she growls, nipping my bottom lip and straddling my waist. She rubs herself along my shaft and I feel her warmth. “I want you to make me come.” Oh dear God.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I hear her giggle as I flip her over onto her back. Now it seems I’m back in control, which feels more comfortable to me. I look down at her, fully nude and extremely beautiful, and I’m in complete awe of this woman. Not only is she gorgeous inside and out, but she’s smart, witty, and has my heart in her hands. I want nothing more than to please this woman for the rest of my life. Over the last few months, I have watched her grow from a shy, sweet girl into a sexual, comfortable in her own skin, woman.
I put my weight onto my elbows so I can look into her eyes, and we stay like that for just a moment. There’s such an electricity between us, I swear we could turn on every lamp in this house. Hell, probably the entire town, for that matter. I break the stare and let my eyes look her bare body up and down, drinking her in like a thirsting man in Death Valley. I need her like I need air in my lungs, like I need water to live, like I need God to be washed in the blood. One of these days, I swear I will make her my wife.
I start by kissing her ear down her jaw. Her back arches off the bed as she gets more hot and bothered by the second. I keep going, down to each of her breasts and her flat stomach. I don’t linger long since I’m on a mission; to make this girl scream my name. When I reach the sweetest spot known to (this) man, I waste no time getting my tongue reacquainted with her slit. Tracing her folds with the tip of my tongue, a low moan rolls off her lips. It turns me on even more and my dick is actually aching. I want nothing more than to slide right in, but I want to take my time with her, to savor her. Ever so slowly, I make circles around her clit and I feel her legs tighten around my head. My hands wrap around her thighs and her smooth skin feels so good against my palms. I want to grant her wish, but on my own time.
“My God, Donovan. You really know how to work that tongue,” Allie says breathlessly. I can tell she’s right on the edge, but I don’t want to push her over just yet. I know we don’t have much time, but I want her to almost beg for me to let her release. That doesn’t take long. “Oh, please. Please make me come.”
So much for holding out.
The words echo in my ears as I do just that. With a few more flicks of my tongue, I feel her grip the sheets. Her insides tighten as she detonates around my mouth, reminding me of the taste of honey, only sweeter. I let her finish, waiting for her body to stop quivering with pleasure. Then I stand up, flip her over, and I hear her gasp with surprise. Her legs hang off the side of the bed and her perfect ass faces me. Running my index finger down her spine, I feel those familiar goosebumps pop up. I don’t give her a moment before I slam into her, unable to contain myself. I feel the slickness of her folds wrap around me as I pull back out.
“Shit!” she screams into the pillow as my hands grab her hips and I thrust into her again and again. I pump as hard as I can and she matches me, bringing her ass slamming back when I push in. Our bodies slap together and I feel myself getting close. Only I want to make her come one more time, so I keep going until the muscles of pleasure squeeze the hell out of me and I feel an explosion of wetness surround my dick. “Oh, shit! I’m coming!”
That’s all I need to hear, so I pound twice more and then spill myself into her. I feel the sweat beading on my forehead as I lay forward onto her back. Our panting is in time with each other’s as we stay just like this for a minute. I listen to the pounding of her heart and I know it beats with love for me. I’v
e never been an emotional man, but damn it, something about this woman does it to me.
“I love you, baby,” I whisper as my breathing finally slows down. I lift up so she can stand. She turns around and plants a sweet kiss on my lips.
“I love you, too. You’re amazing, you know that?”
I can’t believe I feel like I’m blushing, but sure enough, I feel heat on my cheeks. It feels so good to hear her say that to me. “I do my best, babe.” I watch as she slips her clothes back on, then I decide it’s best I do the same, since we’re at her mom’s and all. Allie quietly opens the door and tiptoes down the hallway to make sure Jackson is still sleeping. When we get to the living room, the feeling of relief I have to see he’s still asleep is overwhelming. Just knowing he’s okay and didn’t wake up right in the middle of the sex fest going on back there is a miracle.
His mommy plants a light kiss on his forehead and I see him smile in his sleep. “I love you, li’l man,” she whispers as she runs her fingers through his chestnut brown hair.
“I love you, too, Mommy,” he says quietly as he stretches his arms. “Did I sleep long?”
“For a little while, yes. Are you ready for a snack now, buddy?” His face lights up when I mention food and I smile right back at him. “Then come on.” I wave him towards the kitchen and he leaps off the couch to follow me. Then we sit down, almost like a little family, and talk about sports and eat cookies for over an hour. And it feels so comfortable for me to engage in this conversation, like I’ve known these two all my life. It’s very heartwarming, and it makes it easy to forget the hell we could face at any moment.
Chapter 14
Allie
Finally, night falls and I can tell Jackson is getting tired again. I give him a bath after dinner and take him into his room for bedtime. He wears his pajamas with the baseballs on them and takes off his socks. Unlike other boys his age, he puts them neatly beside his duffle bag. He crawls into bed as I turn off the lights and switch on the nightlight. I sit on the bed beside him and he looks up at me.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, son?”
“You really like Dr. Donovan, right?” He snuggles his favorite stuffed animal, a blue bear I bought for him on his first Christmas.
“Of course I do. He’s a great guy.” I smile at my son’s question.
“And he likes you, right?” He’s as serious as he can be.
“I sure hope so, Jackson.” I rub his hair, then kiss his forehead. “Although, I’m pretty sure he does.”
“So, if you like him and he likes you, can you get married now?”
“Oh, well, uh…” I stutter, trying to find the right words to say. “We really haven’t been together for a long time, but we do love each other. Maybe one of these days.” I tuck the covers in and his eyelids start to get heavy.
“I really want you to be happy, Mommy. I love you.” The tears start forming in my eyes when he says that. My voice wavers as I say, “I love you, too, baby. Good night.” I stand, lean over, and kiss him one more time. He rolls onto his right side and drifts off to sleep.
When I leave the room, Donovan is standing there, looking at me. He holds his arms out to me and I gladly accept the embrace. The silence is a comfortable one and just being in his arms calms me.
“He’s a really sweet kid, Allie. A great little guy,” he says with his natural Southern drawl.
“Yeah, he’s the best.”
“Your mom went to bed already, said she had to work in the morning.” I glance at her closed door. “You know, you have an awesome family, baby. I mean, everyone is beyond great.”
“Even my brother Jon?” He nods his head.
“Yeah, I’m inclined to agree with you,” I say with a giggle. “I just wish you could have met my dad. He would have really liked you.” A sadness fills my heart, and I frown.
“If he was anything like you, then I would have loved him.” He hugs me a little tighter. “So, I heard Jackson’s question.”
My heart stills for a second. “You did?”
“Yep. Nice save, by the way.” He winks at me and I smack him lightly. “Want to go outside and look at the stars? You don’t see them like this in Atlanta.”
“Sure, let’s go.” I grab his hand and we head out front. “You can see the stars better out in the front yard since there’s not as many trees.”
He walks up to the pickup truck that we got from the airport and pulls down the tailgate. Grabbing my waist, he lifts me up so I can sit down, then he hops on beside me. We look up at the same time and the sight is breathtaking. It seems like every single star is out tonight, shining down just for us. I glance at my watch and it’s just after ten. Donovan, being the smart guy he is, brought a blanket and lays it behind us so we can kick back.
“There has to be at least a billion stars out,” I say in awe. I can’t remember the last time I actually paid attention to the night sky. Too busy, I suppose. Now, I’m enjoying every moment I have and living life like there is no tomorrow. I haven’t forgotten that Claire is out for my blood and my man. The very thought makes me sit up and look around to make sure she’s not there. He sits up with me and drapes his arm across my shoulders.
“I know, baby. I know. I’m worried, too. I’m constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure she or Frankie’s not there. I’m not going to let them hurt you or Jackson, okay?” He pecks my cheek. Of course, I can’t help but worry. Then I realize something.
“Jackson said he wanted to come live with me.”
“Really?” The surprise is evident in his voice. “When did he say that?”
“Earlier, when you were napping.” I roll on my side to look at him and rest my head on my arm. “And…I’ve been really considering talking to the Andersons about it. I mean, I was so young when I had him and now that I’m grown, I think about what I’ve missed.” I close my eyes and regret not seeing him more as a baby. “I know I’ll never get that time back with him, but I don’t want to miss anymore. And since Mary is…sick, I need to find out what she wants to do as far as Jackson goes. Her husband isn’t well either, I mean, he’s almost seventy and is on all kinds of medicines.” Donovan turns on his side and locks eyes with me. “I don’t want my son to go into foster care or whatever if something happens to them. I want him back.” Tears start to spill onto my cheeks. “I don’t even know how you would feel about that.” My stomach twists into knots as I say the last part. I nervously wait for his response as he takes it all in. I sit up and wrap my arms around my knees, gently rocking myself back and forth. It takes a minute, but soon he’s sitting upright beside me. His hand slightly turns my head towards him and I can see the tears in his eyes, too.
“Allison Marshall, I feel the exact same way. I love you both and I would love nothing more than if you two could be together. But yes, you’re right. You…we need to speak to the Andersons and see what the plan is, especially if Mary doesn’t have that long left on this Earth.”
Throwing my arms around his neck causes him to fall backwards, taking me with him. We land with me right on top, and even in the darkness of the night sky, I can see the sparkle in his blue eyes. Bringing my face to his, my lips claim his, first gentle and slow. But it doesn’t take long before that gentle, slow kiss turns into something much hotter and heavier. I feel his hands move from my back down to my ass, lightly giving it a squeeze. He pulls my cotton shorts up, gliding his fingers over the bare skin of my backside. I bring my legs up so that I’m straddling his waist. I swear, we can’t go more than a day without at least making love twice.
But I’m okay with that.
“Ever made love in the back of a pickup truck?” he asks seductively as he nuzzles my ear.
“No, have you?” I tease.
“Nope, it would be a first for me. So come here.” He turns my head towards him and nips on my bottom lip, pulling it down gently. His tongue darts into my mouth and I return the favor. I’ve forgotten all about being in the front yard of my mother’s house. Oh
well.
“Take off your shorts and top, baby. Let me see that beautiful body of yours.” He folds his arms behind his head as he waits for me to strip down. I sit up and ever so slowly and teasingly, I lift my black tank top over my head, exposing my purple lace bra that barely covers my nipples. It is one of his favorites, after all. I lay myself beside him to make getting my shorts off a little easier, but I hop right back on. By this time, he’s got a rock hard erection poking through his shorts, which turns me on right away. Knowing that I turn him on just by removing my clothes makes me wet in seconds.
“Damn, girl. You’re so sexy,” he growls as his hands knead my breasts, rubbing his thumbs over my hard nipples. I sit up and pull him with me, then I tear off his t-shirt. Rubbing my hands along the hard ridges of his abdomen and his sexy, smooth chest makes him growl. He pulls me back down on top of him, then lifts his hips up so he can pull his shorts down. His erection springs free. “Do with it what you will, baby.” His lips curl into a crooked smile and I give him one back.
After I position myself, I take two fingers and slide my panties over. I’m already incredibly excited, partly because we’re outside and this situation is hot as hell, but mostly, just because it’s Donovan. I gently slide down on his shaft, going ever so slowly while my body gets accustomed to having him inside. As many times as we have made love, I still have to get used to his size at first.
He pulls me down so my body is laying flush against his and his lips are back on mine, stifling his moan as I slide all the way down, taking him in fully. “Damn, baby,” he grunts as he pushes up even further to reach that spot of mine that sets me off every time.
I growl as I softly nip on his earlobe. “You like being inside me?”
“You have no idea how much I love it,” he moans as his hands reach around to grab my ass. The pressure he uses shows me how much this is driving him crazy.
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