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  “Good girl,” he praises me as he slips both hands into the elastic and tugs them down my hips. I lift my ass up off the bed a few inches to help him. He quickly pulls them down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder once they’ve cleared my feet. He takes his fill of my now naked body. One of his hands ghosts up my leg and across my mound. I keep it trimmed and tidy. I’ve never liked the look or feel of going completely bare, but tidy is an absolute must.

  “You’re so wet and ready for me,” he muses, his fingers easily sliding between my folds. He watches me, my reaction as he slips two fingers inside of me. My back bows off the bed, the intrusion of his fingers one I need more than I knew. He finds my g-spot, figuring out crazy fast how to make me almost fall apart at his touch. My eyes have fallen closed as I enjoy whatever pleasure he wants to deliver to me. I about come unglued when his mouth joins his fingers, and he sucks my clit into his mouth. His tongue is flicking it relentlessly until I’m crying out as my orgasm takes my body over the edge. My legs wrap around his head, holding him to my core for a few seconds as I explode. My body then going limp against the mattress.

  He kisses the inside of my thighs as he pulls his fingers from my pussy. I immediately miss the fullness his fingers provided. He slides onto the bed, lying beside me, kissing random places on his way up. “Ready for more?” he asks once I’ve caught my breath.

  “I think so, although I don’t know if I can come again after that,” I tell him honestly. I’ve never been one to come multiple times during sex. One time is usually it for me.

  “Oh, trust me, baby. You’ll be coming a few more times before I let you go to sleep tonight,” he says all cockily. I can’t help but laugh at him.

  “Do you have a condom?” I think to ask; I don’t have any here. Seeing as I don’t really sleep around, I’ve never kept any at my place unless in a committed relationship with a man.

  “I should have one in my wallet,” he says, kissing my ribs before pushing himself off the bed and going in search of his shorts. He slips his wallet from his pocket and fishes around in it, pulling out one silver packet and tossing it to the bed.

  “We’ve got one to last us, for now. I’ll make sure to buy a box to leave here,” he says before returning his wallet to his pocket, then dropping it back to the floor. He picks the packet back up, rips it open with his teeth, and rolls it down his shaft. His fingers go back to my center, making sure I’m still wet and ready for him. My legs fall open, accommodating the width of his hips as he slides between me. With his cock at my entrance, his lips find mine once again. “You good?” he asks, and at my nod, he thrusts inside me.

  “Holy shit!” I cry as he fills me completely. I thought his fingers made me feel full, but they had nothing on his cock.

  “Fuck,” he growls, pulling out of me. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, the concern lacing his voice evident.

  “No,” I can’t help but laugh. “I mean, there was a slight pinch of pain, but that was more due to the amount of time it's been since I last had sex, but it felt good, better than good, so please get back inside me,” I ramble. I can’t believe I’m rambling while Tucker hovers above me, his cock slick from being inside me.

  “You’re sure?” he asks, pressing a sweet kiss against my lips.

  “Yes,” I instruct him, reaching between us and aligning his cock back up with my entrance as I encourage him to slide back inside of me. He gives in, sliding back in, this time slowly rather than a fast thrust like last time. His slow thrusts are torturous. The slow buildup they cause. He finally increases his rhythm, finding a pace that we’re both enjoying if the moans and inaudible words falling from our lips are any indications.

  “I can’t hold out much longer, Linds. I need you with me,” he whispers into my ear. “You with me, baby?” he asks. I don’t know how he’s done it, but I am. My body is ready to explode once again. He presses his thumb to my clit, and I fall apart as he thrusts a few more times. He collapses on me, pinning me entirely to the mattress. The weight of his body on mine is a foreign feeling, but one that I’d happily take if it means mutual orgasms like he just delivered to both of us.

  Once he’s calmed his breathing, he slips from me, and I once again miss the fullness his body filled me with. He slides completely off the bed, looking around for where he can dispose of the condom, I’m sure.

  “Bathroom is through that door,” I tell him, pointing at my bathroom. He slides the condom off, tying it off as he makes his way into the bathroom. I lay in my complete blissed-out state, enjoying my orgasm drunkenness. I vaguely register the toilet flushing and the water turning on. I startle when a warm washcloth touches my skin as he places one against my core. He wipes me carefully before taking the washcloth back to the bathroom. I follow him, needing to pee before I can fall asleep.

  Once I’ve finished my bathroom business, I find him lying in bed, his back propped up against the headboard as he scrolls the screen of his phone. He’s got the blanket and sheet pulled back on my side, and it’s covering his legs, the material pooling in his lap.

  As I approach my side of the bed, he places his phone on the end table on that side, then rolls to face me. “I hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home in your bed.” He flashes me a panty-melting smile. “With your things on that side, I figured this one was open for me to claim.”

  “Did you now?” I ask, quirking my brow at him. He snakes an arm out, pulling me into the bed as he expertly rolls on top of me, effectively pinning me under his big body. I can’t help but laugh at his antics.

  “Don’t make me tickle you,” he warns through the smile that tugs at his lips playfully. This is the kind of ease I want in a partner.

  “You tickle me, and you risk a knee to the balls,” I warn. “I do not like being tickled, so you’ve been warned,” I tell him, the humor draining from my voice.

  “Okay,” he says as he rolls us so we’re facing one another, lying on our sides. He’s still naked underneath the sheets, which makes me feel better, since I wasn’t sure if I should slip some panties or a tank top back on now that we’ve had sex.

  “Since we’re out of condoms, for the time being, my plan of fucking you all night is out the window, but that doesn’t mean I can’t kiss you some more,” he says before he does just that.

  “I need to sleep,” I finally tell him, pulling away from his delicious lips.

  “I know, I need some sleep, too, if I have any chance of keeping up with Paisley tomorrow—I mean, later today,” he says after looking at the clock over my shoulder.

  “Do I even want to know what time it is?” I ask as I yawn.

  “Probably not.” He smiles, then presses another kiss to my lips. “Sleep, beautiful,” he says, yawning himself. We snuggle in together, both of us adjusting a few times before we find a comfortable position before we both are claimed by sleep.

  10

  Tucker

  I watch as the rental company sets up the bounce house castle that Lilly and I rented for Paisley’s party today. It fills up a large portion of my backyard, one of the reasons that I suggested we have the party here. I knew that it wouldn’t leave much room for anything else in Lilly and Mike’s yard. They were more than happy to have it here and not have to deal with the party prep at their house.

  “Daddy,” Paisley calls out as she joins me on the back deck.

  “Yes, baby?” I reply, turning and swooping her up in my arms. Her little arm wraps around my neck, her little lips finding my cheek as she presses a kiss there. She’s done that since forever, and I know that one day I’ll miss that. One day she’ll be too old to kiss her daddy on his cheek every chance she gets.

  “Can I go bounce yet?” she asks, looking longingly at the bounce house as it swells up with air as the blowers go to work.

  “Not quite yet. Once it is filled with air, the workers have to secure it to the ground so that it doesn’t go flying in the air. But once they’ve done that, then you can.”

  “Will you bounce wi
th me?” she asks.

  “Sure will,” I tell her as I hear a door shut out front. “Should we go see who’s here?” I ask her, and she slides her way out of my arms and goes running down the deck and around the house. I’m close on her heels, checking to see who’s arrived early.

  “Nona, Papa!” Paisley calls out as my parents grab the presents from their back seat. They both have multiple items in their arms, damn grandparents going overboard again with the number of gifts they are spoiling her with.

  “How’s the birthday girl?” Mom asks, crouching down to Paisley’s height to give her a hug and kiss.

  “Good! Are these all for me?” she asks, looking at the pile of presents.

  “Of course, who else would they be for?” Dad asks her.

  Paisley just shrugs her shoulders and leads the way inside. We cleared a small table for presents to go on, and she shows them the way to that very spot. I placed the one gift I already picked up for her to have at her party to open when it's time. She’s getting another present from me—I’m caving and buying a dog—but that won’t happen until after her party. With Lindsay’s help this past week, and a promise from my mom that she’ll help when I’m at work, I did some research trying to decide the best type of dog to get. I stopped in at one of the rescues and found a lab that was a few years old, good with kids, and well trained. The old man who owned him suffered a stroke and had to move into a nursing home that wasn’t pet-friendly, so he’s been living with a foster family until a family came along that could adopt him. I’ve spent some time with him in the evenings and my days off and think that Paisley is going to love him. My plan is to take her over to meet him once the party is over, and as long as that meeting goes well, he’ll come home with us. She’s going to be over the moon, excited.

  Before we know it, the party is going strong. Friends and family fill the yard and inside of my house. I look around and just take in all the people Paisley has in her life. She’s one lucky kid, and, thankfully, she’s taken to Lindsay being in our life reasonably well. I know she’s used to sharing her mom with Mike, but I’ve never had a woman around when she’s been at my place much. Even with the last few that I dated, I usually only saw them when Paisley was with her mom. So, knowing that I wanted Lindsay around, Paisley tells me everything I need to know about where this relationship is going or where I want it to go.

  I look around, trying to see if I can find Lindsay. She said she’d be here by one, but I don’t see her just yet. My mind starts to race that something has happened to make her late, but looking at my phone, I see that it's only just now one, so she isn’t really all that late. Just as I’m sliding my phone back into my pocket, it vibrates with an incoming text.

  Lindsay: I’m on my way, had to stop for gas, or I wouldn’t have made it. See you soon!

  Tucker: Drive safe, babe. See you when you get here.

  Knowing that she’s safe and on her way, I tuck my phone away and go to find my daughter. Today is all about her, after all.

  * * *

  “Did you have fun today?” Lindsay asks Paisley as she sits in the middle of the living room, surrounded by all her new presents. She’s got so many new toys, games, clothes. It looks like the entire girls' section of Target puked in my living room.

  “I did!” she exclaims. “It was so much fun.”

  “It was. Now, I’ve got one more present for you, but before we can go get it, we have to pick up your other presents. Think we can do that?” I ask Paisley.

  “Another present?!” She perks up at that and looks at me.

  “Yep, so let's get things put away, or at least picked up, so the living room floor isn’t covered, and then we can go,” I tell her, looking at the clock. I made arrangements with the foster family for us to come over at six for Paisley to meet Buckley.

  “If you’d like, I can help you,” Lindsay offers as she moves down to sit on the floor.

  “Thanks!” Paisley tells her as she starts to pick things up.

  “Maybe pile things up that you want to take to your mom's house over here,” Lindsay says, pointing to a spot under the front window.

  “That’s a good idea,” Paisley agrees with her and does just that. I sit back, watching my daughter and girlfriend interact like they’ve been doing this forever, and I can see it. I can see more moments just like this, the three of us hanging out, Christmas mornings, birthdays and other holidays, and maybe, one day, another kid or two in the mix.

  “How’s that look, Daddy?” Paisley asks, drawing me out of my daydream. I look around and see that they’ve cleaned up everything. She’s got a pile of the things she wants to take to Lilly’s, and everything else is gone. I’m assuming she put them away in her room.

  “Looks perfect. How’d you do that so fast?” I ask.

  “Lindsay helped me!” she says, wrapping her little arms around Lindsay’s neck.

  “Thanks for that,” I say to Lindsay.

  “Of course. It was pretty easy once she decided what was staying and what was going with her tomorrow.”

  “So, how about we get loaded up in the truck and go find out what your last present is?” I ask.

  “Yes!” Paisley exclaims and takes off for the front door, only slowing down long enough to put her shoes on and grab a light jacket from the hook.

  “Thanks for all your help today.” I snag Lindsay, wrapping my arms around her as I pull her into a hug before she can escape to put her shoes on, as well.

  “Of course,” she says, kissing me quickly before pulling away. “We’d better not keep her waiting.” She chuckles as we hear Paisley call out to us from outside, asking when we’re coming.

  I can’t help but laugh at my daughter's antics and the fact that we’re being controlled by a five-year-old.

  “You do realize we’re allowing a five-year-old to control us, right?” I ask Lindsay.

  “Like she hasn’t ruled your world every day for the last five years?” she questions as she slips her feet into her boots.

  “You’ve got me there,” I tell her, slapping my hand against my heart.

  I follow her out the door, stopping long enough to lock up. I make it over to the truck, checking to make sure that Paisley is appropriately secured in her seat in the back. She’s learned how to buckle herself using the seatbelt. I might have had to hold back some tears when I realized my baby girl is growing up on me. I hardly blinked an eye, and she’s five, I’m going to blink again, and she’ll be walking down the aisle getting married.

  Once we’re all secured in the truck, I pull out, and we make our way over to the foster family’s house.

  “Before we go inside, this is someone else’s house, so let's keep our manners a priority,” I remind my daughter. I know she’s going to be excited when she meets Buckley, and I don’t want her to forget how to behave.

  “Okay, Daddy,” she agrees. “Why are we at someone’s house?” she questions as we get out of the truck.

  “You’ll see in just a few minutes,” I tell her as we approach the front door.

  I rap my knuckles on the door, and we wait. A minute or so later, the door opens, and Rebecca, the foster mom, stands at the doorway, a smile on her face and Buckley by her side.

  “You must be Paisley?” she asks excitedly. She knows what's going on and helped facilitate everything.

  “I am,” Paisley confirms.

  “Well, this here is Buckley, and he’s excited to meet you,” Rebecca tells her. Paisley looks back at me, and her face lights up as it hits her that she’s meeting a dog.

  “We’re getting a dog?” she asks, the excitement causing her little body to shake; she is so excited.

  “Yep, well, as long as you and Buckley get along tonight, then yep, he’ll get to come home with us,” I explain.

  “Why don’t the three of you come in and spend some time with him, and then you can decide if he should go home with you,” Rebecca suggests, opening the door wider so that we can all walk inside. I take it from her hands, allo
wing Paisley and then Lindsay to pass through the door first, and follow Rebecca into the living room.

  Paisley goes right to hugging Buckley. He’s so good with her, allowing her to play with him and his toys. Rebecca eventually suggests that we go out back, and Paisley takes a ball with, so that she can play fetch with him. The next hour blows by, and I watch as my daughter falls in love with the dog. It’s a good thing, since I’d gotten kind of attached to him in the time I spent with him over the last couple of days.

  Once Rebecca has observed our interaction to suffice the requirements of the rescue, she signs off on the paperwork, and Buckley is now ours! We load up his things in my truck, and he settles in perfectly next to Paisley’s booster seat in the back. Looking at the two of them, you’d never know they just met a little over two hours ago.

  We get home, Paisley jumping out of the truck with Buckley right with her. They take off for the backyard while Lindsay and I unload the things that Rebecca sent us home with. I’d already picked up a large bag of the type of food he’s used to eating, and she sent us with his bowls, leash, a basket full of toys, his bed, and a crate that he’s used to. We get it all brought into the house, and I figure out the best place to put his bed and crate.

  “I think we should put his bed in Paisley’s room, I don’t think that you’re going to be able to separate them, at least tonight,” Lindsay suggests.

  “You’re probably right,” I tell her, looking out the back door at them playing fetch in the backyard. The sun has set, so they’re playing by the light of the moon and the lights on the backside of the house. “It's time to come in and get ready for bed,” I call out. Looking at the clock, I see that it's already an hour past Paisley’s bedtime. Good thing it’s the weekend, and we don’t have to be up early tomorrow.

  “Daddy, can Buckley sleep in my room?” Paisley asks as they both enter the house. I can’t help but laugh; Lindsay must be a mind reader.