Page 91 of The Blessing

“You ready to go, buddy?” I ask, standing up with Grey, who’s staring at Harper’s toys with open curiosity. As the words escape my mouth, Harper’s back on her feet and comes toward us. To my surprise, she comes to me and wraps her arms around my thigh to give me a hug. I’ve never been good around children, so it’s odd reconciling the thought that I have a son and niece now. Well, I hope she’ll be my niece, but that’s all up to her beautiful aunt.

“Say ‘bye’ to Grey?” she asks with a pout.

I smile at her, then lower him down for her to hug him goodbye. Watching them interact is so fucking cute. Harper kisses his forehead and Grey shoos her away before giggling and reaching out to touch her cheek. I’ve got a hunch that they’ll grow up to be great friends. I don’t know when Grey will end up with a brother of sister, and to be honest, the thought does make me feel a bit nauseous. I’m so thankful he has Harper to fill that “sibling” role at the moment.

“You guys heading out?” Quinton asks as he leans against the wall and smiles at his daughter.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get home to Ronnie. She’ll start wondering where I’m at if I don’t go soon.” I pause and look down at my exposed ring finger covered in a small shield of Saran wrap. “Actually, do you have a bandage? That might be better than nothing. I don’t want her to get a glimpse of this until I’m ready.”

Quinton nods and gestures for me to follow him to his kitchen. He grabs a bandage from his obviously well-used first-aid kit and I quickly wrap it around my finger. Ronnie will definitely notice it and she’ll want to play nurse with me just like she always does when I have the slightest injury. She notices absolutely everything. So, there’s no way she won’t notice her name wrapped around my finger in black ink.

“Where’s Eden?”

“She’s out shopping for Harper,” he replies with an eye roll. “Like she doesn’t have enough stuff already. You’re lucky her sister doesn’t like to shop.”

“Ronnie shops for Grey; she just doesn’t like to shop for herself. She’s so selfless, I just wish she would treat herself every once in a while.”

“Well, if she spent more time with her sister she’d be doing that constantly. Thankfully, she has you around.”

I can’t believe he thinks Ronnie is lucky to have me. I find that laughable because I’m the one who’s lucky to have her. I thank him for watching Grey, say goodbye again to Harper, then head out.

On the drive home, I tap the steering wheel along with the obnoxiously upbeat tempo of Grey’s CD. I try to think of ways to distract Ronnie from my tattoo until I have enough courage to pop the question. Per usual, I can’t come up with anything good enough, and I arrive at her apartment far too soon. All I can do is pray for the best.

She looks a million times better than she did last night. She seems happy and at ease. I presume that fucker has left her alone. I know if he continues to harass my girl—I’m going to lose my cool and track him down. Luckily, it seems like he’s going to fuck off by his own free will. Ronnie jumps off the couch as soon as I walk through the door and presses her sweet lips against mine. Kissing me thoroughly before pulling away to give Grey a quick peck on the forehead.

“What was that for?” I ask with a satisfied smirk on my face.

“What? I can’t give my boyfriend a kiss when he comes home?” she challenges with a sly grin.

She’s acting different. I wonder if she’s still worried about that prick and has just decided to change her tactics on how she’s going to handle it around me. Maybe she’s more worried about how this guy might affect our relationship than she previously let on. I’ll spend the night showing her that I’m here to stay if that’s what it’ll take. I’d be more than happy to take her to bed and do so.

“How’d today go?” I ask, wanting to know if that fucking douchebag tried to contact her again.

“It was fine,” she smiles, not a trace of discomfort written on her face. Maybe things really have cleared up for her. “Want me to make dinner? I don’t know if you guys ate while you were out.”

“No, we waited for you,” I say as I bend down to kiss her forehead. “Why don’t you relax with Grey and I’ll cook tonight?”

“You sure?” she asks, obviously trying hard not to laugh at the idea of me making anything.

“Babe, I can make a few things. I did have to survive somehow before I met you.”

She takes Grey from me and relaxes in the living room, while I settle in the kitchen and look up recipes on my phone. I choose the first thing that doesn’t look too difficult and begin working on our dinner. My cooking isn’t up to par with Ronnie’s, but I’m still able to make baked macaroni and cheese without too much trouble. When we sit down to eat, I notice how much Grey loves the food—which makes my heart swell with pride. I know it isn’t the healthiest thing for a baby, but I’m happy to see him eating something besides his usual stuff. He can be so incredibly picky for a ten-month-old! Of course, I don’t have another baby to compare him to. Grey falls asleep in his high chair after getting his belly full. I can’t help but smile at how perfect tonight worked out for me. Ronnie bought a pack-n-play to keep at her apartment for the nights I stay here, and I’m more than happy to tuck him into it for the night because I’ve been dying for some alone time with my girl. We haven’t had sex since yesterday evening two and I’ve been yearning for her. I always feel so close to her when we come together as one. I also want to assure her that some prick isn’t going to hurt our relationship.

As soon as I finish tucking Grey into bed, I go back to the kitchen to find Ronnie cleaning up. I take a moment to stand in the doorway and enjoy the curve of her perfect ass before she notices me. She flushes under the heat of my gaze and stops cleaning.

“Come to bed,” I implore as I hold out my hand for her to take.

She puts the sponge down and dries her hands off with a towel before she walks across the kitchen to take my hand with a shy smile on her face. She always gets so bashful before sex until she gets naked—then she loves to fucking jump me and beg for my cock. It’s so arousing, seeing my girl uninhibited and losing control like that. She’s so raw… so beautiful and sexy… I can’t believe she’s all mine.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Ronnie moans as I pull her into the bedroom.

“Me, too. I can never get enough of you,” I reply as I yank off her shirt.

I stand still, looking her over for a moment. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. Her tits look incredible in her black, push-up bra. I take a moment to appreciate them before I pull down one of the cups and lower my mouth to her nipple. Any tension that the day has caused immediately dissipates as I suck on her. I could worship them all day if I had the chance. Sucking on her nipples is as arousing as it is calming to me. She runs her hands through my hair as I play with her. I continue until I’m throbbing in my jeans. I only pull away when my erection becomes too painful in its confides. I want to fuck her into the mattress and claim her as mine.

I slow down my pace, but I still give her lips a few rough kisses as she unbuttons my pants and unzips my fly. She pulls out my cock and pumps it in her hand, showing me how rough she wants this. My girl loves being fucked hard just as much as she loves it when I make love to her slowly. It’s obvious which one she wants tonight. Our kisses evolve into something more passionate. I quickly become so horny I can barely think straight. I need to be inside her. Every action of mine becomes primal.

We strip each other naked and I throw her on the bed, kissing my way up her legs until my mouth is on her wet, little pussy. I fuck her with my tongue, causing her to moan and writhe on the bed. She’s so fuck-hot like this. I begin to stroke my cock as I watch her fall to pieces. I can easily get myself off at the sight of my girl. Maybe we could do that sometime? On a night where I’m feeling much more patient. God, just the thought of it is hot enough to make me blow my load. I give her core one more kiss before climbing up her body so I’m covering her, my cock throbbing at her entrance. I press my lips onto hers, and in the same moment, I thrust inside her. I know I won’t be gentle with her—I just can’t. Not tonight. I pull out and slam back inside of her before finding my rhythm, fucking her body into the bed. I know she loves it by the way she smiles and moans beneath me. Rising to my knees, I take her legs and wrap them around my waist, so her hips are in the air as I continue my unforgiving pace.

A few minutes later we come together. I rest on top of her for a moment as I catch my breath, before rolling off her and pulling her against my side. I cuddle with her as we listen to the sound of the rain outside. I love holding her like this after sex. I almost like this as much as sex itself. It’s the one time I get to unwind and show her just how much I love her. Ronnie drifts to sleep, sated after everything I gave her. Holding her, I enjoy the rise and fall of her chest against mine. I work on planning my proposal in my head. I want it to be everything she could’ve hoped for and imagined growing up. I know every girl plans their wedding when they’re younger; I’m sure Ronnie was no different. I want to give her the entire world, but until I can manage to do that, I’ll give her all of me and hope that’s enough.