Even when I knew I shouldn’t, I would think about you. I saw the video you made with my phone. It killed me when you said you were falling in love with me, Dylan Carter, but I watched it over and over. It was my punishment, to see your beautiful face and know that I had lost it.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She remembered making that video. He’d been in the shower and she had still been in her bikini. She did it so when he got home he’d realize that he wanted to be with her and come back to Florida.
“Dylan , it’s okay. Listen to me: we can’t change what’s happened, but we can move forward okay?” Her hands had come up to hold onto his wrists. Without thinking she pushed up onto her tiptoes and touched her lips to his. She’d never been one to be so bold, but she wanted to wipe his sadness away. He didn’t move at first, but then, before she knew it, they were out in the hall and her back was against the wall. His tongue licked at the seam of her lips until she opened to him and his tongue entered her mouth.
All of the old memories she tried to forget came rushing back. He always controlled everything in the bedroom. It had been a little scary at first, but she quickly learned that she liked it. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand slide up into her hair, yanking the strands enough to make her gasp. She could feel how wet she was already, but then that’s always how she reacted to him.
Just as she pulled him closer , he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. Their panting breaths mingled, but neither said a word. Her eyes were downcast and she didn’t miss the very large erection he was sporting. So why did he pull away?
“I’m going to go. Not because I want to, but you asked to take this slow.” She wanted to change her mind, and he saw it, so he covered her lips with his fingers. “I think it’s a good idea. Let’s get to know each other, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He kissed her sweetly and softly and left. Journey locked up, crawled in bed and used her vibrator until she couldn’t see straight.
Now she stood at her closet and finally decided on some khaki shorts, a white cami and a thin, red cardigan. She slipped on a pair of ballet flats and looked herself over in the mirror. Her wheat-colored locks hung in waves around her shoulders. Her makeup was light and gave her that sun kissed glow she loved.
“You look great, sweetheart,” Nan said when Journey walked into the living room.
“Th anks, but I’m freaking out!” She was so nervous. She needed to stop worrying about they were going to think of her. She’d never have to see them again if they didn’t.
“ Journey, would you stop? I’ll be there, and if any of them try to give you grief, then they’ll deal with me. Now let’s load these monsters up and go meet Dylan’s family.”
Journey grabbed Joey’s diaper bag and her purse and with Nan and the kids in tow they headed out.
Chapter Eight
Dylan sat on the front steps at his parents’ house waiting for Journey to get there. The night before it had taken all of his will power to walk away from Journey; his cock had been aching to get inside of her. He was going to stick with the plan and take it slow. He had been sad when he had found the picture of him and Journey on Joey’s dresser. He felt an ache in his chest when Joey had snuggled into him while they rocked together in the glider. It was thanks to Journey that he wasn’t a complete stranger to his son.
He missed so much with him. He missed Journey’s belly getting bigger as he grew inside of her. He didn’t get to watch him being born or holding his little body in his hands. He missed a lot of his firsts, but not anymore. Dylan was going to make up for lost time with Journey and Joey.
Smiling now, he could still see Joey escaping during a diaper change and flashing his way through the house. Dylan had chased his squealing
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She remembered making that video. He’d been in the shower and she had still been in her bikini. She did it so when he got home he’d realize that he wanted to be with her and come back to Florida.
“Dylan , it’s okay. Listen to me: we can’t change what’s happened, but we can move forward okay?” Her hands had come up to hold onto his wrists. Without thinking she pushed up onto her tiptoes and touched her lips to his. She’d never been one to be so bold, but she wanted to wipe his sadness away. He didn’t move at first, but then, before she knew it, they were out in the hall and her back was against the wall. His tongue licked at the seam of her lips until she opened to him and his tongue entered her mouth.
All of the old memories she tried to forget came rushing back. He always controlled everything in the bedroom. It had been a little scary at first, but she quickly learned that she liked it. She moaned into his mouth when she felt his hand slide up into her hair, yanking the strands enough to make her gasp. She could feel how wet she was already, but then that’s always how she reacted to him.
Just as she pulled him closer , he pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. Their panting breaths mingled, but neither said a word. Her eyes were downcast and she didn’t miss the very large erection he was sporting. So why did he pull away?
“I’m going to go. Not because I want to, but you asked to take this slow.” She wanted to change her mind, and he saw it, so he covered her lips with his fingers. “I think it’s a good idea. Let’s get to know each other, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He kissed her sweetly and softly and left. Journey locked up, crawled in bed and used her vibrator until she couldn’t see straight.
Now she stood at her closet and finally decided on some khaki shorts, a white cami and a thin, red cardigan. She slipped on a pair of ballet flats and looked herself over in the mirror. Her wheat-colored locks hung in waves around her shoulders. Her makeup was light and gave her that sun kissed glow she loved.
“You look great, sweetheart,” Nan said when Journey walked into the living room.
“Th anks, but I’m freaking out!” She was so nervous. She needed to stop worrying about they were going to think of her. She’d never have to see them again if they didn’t.
“ Journey, would you stop? I’ll be there, and if any of them try to give you grief, then they’ll deal with me. Now let’s load these monsters up and go meet Dylan’s family.”
Journey grabbed Joey’s diaper bag and her purse and with Nan and the kids in tow they headed out.
Chapter Eight
Dylan sat on the front steps at his parents’ house waiting for Journey to get there. The night before it had taken all of his will power to walk away from Journey; his cock had been aching to get inside of her. He was going to stick with the plan and take it slow. He had been sad when he had found the picture of him and Journey on Joey’s dresser. He felt an ache in his chest when Joey had snuggled into him while they rocked together in the glider. It was thanks to Journey that he wasn’t a complete stranger to his son.
He missed so much with him. He missed Journey’s belly getting bigger as he grew inside of her. He didn’t get to watch him being born or holding his little body in his hands. He missed a lot of his firsts, but not anymore. Dylan was going to make up for lost time with Journey and Joey.
Smiling now, he could still see Joey escaping during a diaper change and flashing his way through the house. Dylan had chased his squealing
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