Page 100 of A Simple Regret

“As long as he needs to. He knows I was coming over here to talk to you,” she states.

Taking her hand, I lead her over to my workbench. I thread my fingers into her hair and press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. “Tell me no and I’ll stop.”

She grips my shirt in her fists. “Please don’t stop.”

I quickly strip her coat from her body and spin her around. Maren places her hands on the bench and arches her back, pressing her sweet ass into my cock. “This is a fantasy, one I’ve had on multiple occasions, and not always since your return,” I confess, pressing my mouth to her neck.

“Sounds like we need to find out if the real thing is as good as your imagination,” she retorts, her words coming out breathlessly.

“You sure? Because I can take you inside to my bed, where you belong.”

“I belong right here, Cam,” she says, rubbing her ass against me.

My cock is so hard I could cut glass. “This is gonna be fast.” I want to make it good, but as amped up as I am, I’m not sure I’ll last longer than sliding my cock inside her hot pussy.

“I like fast.”

I pull down my pants, just enough to remove my erection. I run my hands across her hips, drawing her black leggings down to her ankles as I go. Reaching between her legs, I slide my fingers through her wetness, pleasantly surprised to find her soaked and ready.

Then, I pause.

“Shit.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.

“I don’t have a condom.” They’re in my bedside drawer. Not exactly convenient for me to run inside and grab one, but I will.

“It’s fine, Cam. I’m clean.”

“Are you on birth control?”

She meets my gaze and I see the answer. She’s not. What I know is I should pull up my pants and retrieve protection. This is too new, too soon, too risky.

But do you know what?

I. Don’t. Fucking. Care.

If she gets pregnant, then so be it. We’re being reckless and irresponsible.

Again.

I. Don’t. Care.

I’ve wanted this woman to be my everything for so long, it’s hard to see past all that. Our dream was to marry and start a family. Three kids, the perfect combination of her and me. A house outside of town with a barn for me to work on cars and lots of space to grow vegetables and kids.

Even though I’ve spent more than seven years hiding from that dream, the moment she returned to town, it all came crashing back down on me.

And now?

We’ve already gotten a head start on that family, because of Theo. I want to be there for him, for her. I want to be his father, to teach him how to fix cars and how to ride four-wheelers. I want to be the man he comes to with questions. Who he calls Dad.

I want to be his father.

Is this too fast?

Probably.

But our story is years and years in the making. Even when we weren’t together, life continued on until we were able to find each other again. Now, we pick up those pieces of our lives and entwine them like puzzle pieces.