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Chapter Twenty

GREYSON

Harper’s little voice when she told me she’s happy has been on repeat in my mind for the past two hours.

With those two little words, it felt as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Today was easily one of the best days of my life. When I got the skates for Harper, I was fully prepared for it to be a five-minute activity before we moved on to whatever else she wanted to do. The fact that it was nearly impossible to get her off the ice after a whole day out there made me feel a whole new kind of high.

Then she went and said those two beautiful words after she found out I’m her dad…

I set the now clean mug onto the drying rack beside the sink and turn around to see if there’s anything else I can clean up while Stella finishes getting Harper to bed. I had tried to help as best I could, wanting to learn her bedtime routine so I can start helping with that. However, after thirty minutes of Harper and me just talking back and forth about anything that popped into her mind, Stella shooed me away so she could get Harper to sleep.

Moving across the living room, I aim to start picking up the blankets and pillows from in front of the fire.

“I wouldn’t bother picking those up yet.”

I jump at the sound of Stella’s voice, whirling around with a pillow in my hands.

“Geez, woman. A little warning before you give a guy a heart attack.”

“Sorry,” she says, but her mischievous grin and the little shine in her eyes tell me she’s very much not sorry.

She steps up in front of me and takes the pillow from me to drop back on the ground.

“Harper was already asking if we can eat breakfast in front of the fire, so might as well leave these here.”

Now that my hands are free, I wrap an arm around Stella’s waist and hold her against me.

“Good, that means we can enjoy the fire for a bit longer. If you want.” My eyes trail down her neck and to the way her breasts are spilling out of her pajama top. The urge to dip my head down to worship her cleavage is difficult to ignore.

And now I’m getting a boner.

I’d managed to go five years with little to no sex drive. If I ever did feel the need, I just hopped in the shower and took care of myself.

Two times with Stella is all it took to kick my libido into overdrive.

Unable to resist, I bend forward to kiss her. She smiles against my lips and trails her palms up my stomach. Hugging her tighter against me, she gasps when she presses against my hard length.

She pulls back, blinking in confusion. “You’re already…but we’re only kissing.”

I drop my forehead to hers.

“Baby, I was hard just from seeing you. The kiss?” I shake my head. “One kiss from you and I’m practically feral for you.”

Her pupils dilate and she bites the corner of her plump bottom lip. Reaching up, I pull the flesh free with my thumb, only to groan when she immediately wraps her lips around it.

I snap, pulse racing as I bend down to grab her thighs and lift her up. Immediately, she wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me as I lower us to the floor onto the blankets and pillows. I’m immediately grateful that I hadn’t gotten to clearing the setup before she came back.

Stella moans my name as I lay her down in front of me. With what little restraint I have left, I push back to watch as I remove her shirt. She lifts off the ground enough to help me pull it over her head before dropping back down.

She doesn’t flinch or move to cover herself up as I take my fill of her body. The light from the fire dances over her skin, bathing her in a warm light that makes her glow.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, relishing the flush that spreads from her cheeks and down her neck. She reaches out and grabs the hem of my shirt.

“Off,” she demands and I move quickly to oblige. Once that’s gone, I decide not to waste any more time later and remove my sweatpants and boxers. I do the same for her, barely letting her lift her hips to help me get rid of her silk pajamas and underwear. Then I’m on her again.

My hands find her breasts and I groan as I smush them together before bending to suck one perfect nipple into my mouth. I flick my tongue out, making her squirm as I lavish her chest. Her legs wrap around me again, making her wet cunt slide over my aching cock.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan and grab her hips to hold her in place.

“Greyson,” she whimpers, and my dick jumps at the sound.

The fire pops beside us, reminding me of our surroundings, and I pause. Stella sneaks her hand between us while I’m distracted, wrapping her delicate fingers around my cock. I pant as if I’ve just run a marathon while trying to focus on my thought.

“Should we be worried about Harper walking out?” I ask, unsure of how I’m able to form words while she’s squeezing my dick.

“No,” Stella whispers and pumps me slowly. “If she wakes up, she’ll yell for me before wandering around an unfamiliar place.”

Thank fuck for that because I’m holding on by a strand, but the last thing I need to worry about is traumatizing our daughter by seeing Mommy and Daddy naked.

With that all cleared up, I grab Stella’s wrist, stopping her from stroking me, and pin it to the floor beside her hip.

“I didn’t get to take my time with you yesterday. I plan to make up for that now.”

Releasing her wrist, I slide down her body, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of her that I can. I pause when I reach her waist, mesmerized by the stretch marks that now decorate her skin. They’re beautiful.

Slowing down, I trace and kiss each one, memorizing the changes that came from her carrying our daughter.

Stella shifts beneath me, her impatience evident, but I’m not done admiring her.

I flick my gaze up to her face, finding her watching me from hooded lids.

“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, holding her stare as I bend to kiss the mark just below her belly button.

I could worship the lines that prove just how strong Stella is all night long. Images of what she must have looked like pregnant play through my mind, making me harder than a rock. The need to see it for myself, to fuck her until she’s pregnant again, hums through my veins.

Shaking my head, I remind myself she’s on birth control and that we’re nowhere near ready for a baby when we don’t even have our current situation fully figured out, but my dick doesn’t get the memo.

Still, no harm in practicing…

Forcing myself to keep moving down, I finally bury my face in her pussy. I told her I was going to take my time, but I don’t know if slow is possible when all I crave is to make her come. My tongue flicks across her clit while I trace two fingers over her soaking entrance.

She lifts her hips, whispered yeses and pleases mixing with the crackle of the fire. I reward her begging by working my fingers into her cunt while making sure to keep focus on her clit.

Her hands find her breasts so she can pinch her nipples. She clenches around me and I crook my fingers just right as she repeats the move. Massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside her, I watch her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth hanging open and letting her deep breaths escape.

Stella’s eyebrows scrunch together, and I catch the subtle nod that she gives herself in time with the pulsing around my fingers.

Pulling my hand free, I hold back my smirk at the desperate squeal that escapes her as her eyes snap open and find me.

“I was?—”

“I know,” I tell her, pushing to my knees and parting her thighs wide. “However, the only way you’re coming is on my cock.”

Gripping the base of my dick, I rub the head up and down her pussy, groaning at the sight of her anticipation glistening on me.

Holding her hips, I’m transfixed as I watch my cock disappear into her.

“Fuck, Stella,” I groan when I’m all the way in. She flutters around me and tries to move, but I hold her still and breathe for a second.

“Greyson, please,” she begs prettily.

“Anything for you,” I tell her.

Still buried inside her, I lift her hips, grabbing the pillow beside us and arranging it beneath her. Her eyes bulge at the new angle and the sound she makes is almost enough to make me come.

Pulling out almost all the way, I pause and wait until she opens her eyes. When she looks at me, I smirk.

“Now you can come,” I tell her and slam back into her. This time, I don’t take my time. I fuck her, finding a pace that has her pussy gripping me so tightly I almost lose my balance.

Holding her still with one hand, I bring my thumb to her clit and press in hard circles. Stella cries out, wrapping her legs around me and trapping me against her as she comes.

My orgasm surprises me. One second it’s building up, tingles pooling at the base of my spine, and the next it’s crashing over me as I fall apart with her.

Needing to catch my breath, I slowly pull out. Both of us groan at the sensation, and I fall to my back beside her on the ground.

The sound of our heavy pants fills the silence and I close my eyes.

“Wait…did you not…?” Stella asks. When I turn my head to look at her, I find her staring down at my dick. I follow her line of sight and shrug.

“No, I definitely did.”

“But you’re still hard…”

“Apparently.” I close my eyes again, sucking in a deep breath. “Just ignore it. It’ll go away in a few?—”

My words are cut off at the feel of Stella straddling me and my lids snap open. My hands find her thighs as she hovers above my still hard dick.

“What are you…”

Stella smirks, reaching between us to guide my cock back to her center.

“Not stopping until you can’t take any more.”

She sinks down on my length and I clutch her thighs. Stella starts rocking her hips, riding me at an almost painfully slow pace, but I’m too lost in her beauty.

Her head rolls back as she moans, lowering herself back down on me.

I clench my teeth, letting her set the pace for as long as I can. I run through hockey drills for a few minutes before the distraction not to come right away runs its course.

Bracing my feet on the floor, I grab Stella’s hips and thrust up into her.

“Shit,” she grumbles, dropping her hands to my chest so she can brace herself.

I take over, loving the way her tits bounce with the pounding thrust I give her. She’s beautiful from every angle, but being beneath her might be my favorite one.

Stella’s nails dig into my skin, her moans coming out breathless.

“Greyson, I’m gonna…fuck.”

“Come for me, baby.”

She listens, her cunt clenching around me as she gasps and digs her fingers in harder.

I pull her hips down, forcing her to meet my final few thrusts before I curse. I try to watch her, but the dots at the edge of my vision force me to close my eyes as I slam into her one last time and come. My dick jerks and I empty myself inside her.

Stella drops forward, lying on top of me and burying her face into my neck.

I groan when she lifts her hips, making my cock slip free before she relaxes back against me. While I’m catching my breath, I clench my fingers against her waist and thigh, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation.

I feel Stella’s head tilt back and finally open my eyes to look down at her.

A sleepy grin stretches across her face, making my chest swell with pride that I put that look there. I smile back at her, but neither of us says anything as we sit up and reorganize the pillows to support us so we can lie facing the fire.

Stella curls up against my side and I mindlessly rub my hand up and down her back.

We stay like that for a while before something occurs to me.

“Baby?” I whisper and she hums her acknowledgment. “We’re finding different pillows and blankets to eat breakfast on with Harper.”