Drew + Fable Forever (One Week Girlfriend #3.5)(20)

I’m not afraid of losing her, not over something like this. But I don’t want her angry at me. I don’t want her thinking I’m against having children. I want them.

Now? I don’t know. There’s so much for us to do and see still. We’ve only just begun, Fable and I.

I push off the bed and stride toward the bathroom, throwing open the door to find her neck deep in water in the sunken bathtub. Her hair is piled on top of her head, strands floating around her face, some of them damp and clinging to her cheeks. Her skin is flushed, her lips turned down. She looks disappointed in me.

Fuck. I hate that.

“You came.” She sounds surprised.

“Why wouldn’t I?” I leave the door open and go to her, stopping so I can stand over her. “You know I always will.”

She sighs and drops her head, staring down at the swirling water. It’s a whirlpool tub, large enough that I could probably fit in there with her, but I’m not going to push my luck.

Yet.

“I’m being selfish,” she finally says, her voice low.

“I’m the one who’s being selfish,” I say and she glances up at me, her quick movement causing the water to ripple, allowing me a quick glimpse of her pink ni**les.

Just like that, my body reacts.

Focus, Callahan.

“All I’ve done in this relationship is take. It’s your turn to have something, Fable.” I inhale deeply, hoping I say the right thing and don’t piss her off further. “I want to have children with you but I want to wait a while, you know? Can we compromise? Maybe start trying after a year? When I have another season under my belt?”

She’s quiet for a moment and all I can hear is the low thrum of the tub jets, the swirling of the water. It’s hot as f**k in the bathroom, steam covering the mirrors, sweat starting to form on my forehead, and finally, finally she tilts her head back so she can look at me.

“Can we practice a lot until we start the baby-making for real?”

Relief floods me and I smile at her. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Maybe I should join you in that tub and we can get a head start on our practice. It makes us perfect, you know.”

She sits up straight, revealing her br**sts. Her ni**les are hard and little water droplets cling to her smooth skin, shining like tiny diamonds scattered all over her flesh. “I’m already like a wrinkled old lady from the water, Drew. Wait, what are you doing?”

She’s practically screeching at me but I ignore her, too intent on stripping off my clothes as fast as possible. I climb into the tub despite her protests and she moves her legs out of the way, making room for me.

“I’m out of here,” she starts, but I grab her waist, earning a shriek out of her as I pull her into my lap. I’m already turned on, my c**k pressing against her ass, and she keeps wiggling. Which only arouses me further.

Fable turns to look at me and I move my face closer to hers. “Drew,” she starts, but I shush her with my lips, kissing her senseless, our tongues wild, my hands skimming over her hips, along her waist, until I’m cupping her br**sts. I play with her ni**les, moan against her mouth as she continues to torture me by rubbing her ass against my front, and I reach down, gripping her hip so I can adjust her just so.

Before I push inside her body, going balls deep. She lets out a startled gasp, her inner walls clenching around me, holding me tight, and I keep still, my entire body straining as I revel in the sensation of being inside my wife.

“Christ, you feel good,” I murmur as she slowly starts to move. I rest my forehead on her shoulder, one hand on her hip, the other on her breast. She leans forward the slightest bit, changing the angle, helping me move even deeper inside her body, and I lift my hips, earning a ragged moan for my efforts.

The water splashes as we establish our rhythm, the tub so full of water it spills over the edge and onto the floor. But I don’t care and neither does Fable. We keep moving, keeping pace, our bodies slick and hot. She likes it from behind, says she loves how deep I go inside her body when we’re like this, and I like it, too. I pretty much like every position we try.

When it comes to Fable, I’m easy like that.

“Hold on,” she chokes out, then moves forward even more so I have no choice but to slip out of her body. She’s on her knees, her ass in the air, her hands gripping the edge of the tub, and I follow her, thrust deep inside her body as I position myself over her, my chest to her back, my mouth at her ear as I pant dirty words that I know will have her coming in minutes.

Her moans get louder and she throws her head back, inviting me to kiss her. I blaze a hot path across her neck, along her jaw, her cheek, just before I take her lips. The kiss is awkward but hot, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. And then her entire body stiffens beneath mine, a choppy little stutter falling from her lips against mine as her orgasm washes over her.

That’s all the incentive I need to increase my pace, thrusting deep and hard, my own orgasm barreling down on me. I feel it in every part of my body, from the tips of my fingers and toes to the top of my head. Every nerve ending is standing on edge, electric. I push inside her once, feel her body flutter and spasm all around my cock, and then I’m coming, so hard I close my eyes and press against her back, my groan muffled against her shoulder as I drain myself inside her body.

“Jesus,” I finally mutter seconds, maybe minutes later, our bodies still locked together, the water still sloshing around us. “I thought I was going to pass out for a minute.”