If I died after waking up next to him that morning, it'd have been with a smile on my face. We hadn't been asleep for nearly long enough, so I didn't know what I was doing with my eyes open, but I just couldn't keep them off him.
"Time to get ready. Shower's free," said Willow, her fist pounding on the bedroom door, bringing me back to my senses.
"Be right out," I said, right before he grabbed me and pulled me into his arms.
"Loud. Sleeping here," he mumbled into my hair.
"I guess I'll go and shower first," I whispered, lying perfectly still as his warmth enveloped me while he spooned me.
"Now you're just being a tease. Like I'm going to miss that," he said, coming alive slowly, nuzzling my neck. "We'll shower soon."
"There absolutely will be no we in that shower. I'm fucking sore all over. Have some shame," I chastised him.
"Like you did in the kitchen?" he said groggily, laying an open mouth kiss on my neck. "If you shower before me, are you going downstairs alone too? Can you really walk in there without bursting into flames, baby?"
Images of him naked before me in the kitchen right before he lowered me onto his dick sent a rush of heat through my body as he kissed my neck lazily. I wouldn't be able to fuck him if I wanted to. Today was going to be extremely embarrassing. If the sex sounds from last night weren't bad enough, past experience had proven that it really would be hard to walk. What the fuck was I thinking last night? I just had to prove a point, didn't I? Him saying he trusted me after everything that happened was worth all the embarrassment in the world though. Just because I couldn't fuck him—
"If you don't stop thinking of my dick in your mouth, I'm going to think you weren't satisfied last night and make you blow me in the shower," he said, eyes still closed as he called me out.
When I ripped myself out of his arms, blushing, a goofy smile spread across his face as he settled back in against the pillow.
"I wasn't—" I began.
"Oh, yes you were. You were thinking about some sappy shit that I said to you last night. And when my words make you happy, you want my dick in your mouth. In my experience, it's usually the other way around, but there's no shame in it, Stace. I'm a very lucky guy. You're a fantastic cocksucker. Since my dick's yours now, I don't even feel I have much of a say anymore. So if you're still in the shower ten minutes from now, I'm going to come down your throat this morning. It's that simple," he said, his voice becoming predatory as his eyes fluttered open.
He eyed my naked body up and down lustfully and I found myself scrambling for the right thing to say. He had no such problems.
"You still here, baby? Must mean you really want it. Your pussy can't be that sore," he teased me.
Giving up on a comeback as this was clearly getting out of hand, I took my shit, pulled on his shirt and forced my way to the door as quickly as I could. Leaving the sounds of him chuckling in my wake.
He got into my head so much that I had the quickest shower of my life, stumbling out of the bathroom fully dressed in under ten minutes.
"Such an asshole. He wouldn't really have… Nope, not going there," I said to myself as I made the less than fun journey down the stairs.
Just as I was about to enter the kitchen, my bubble of happiness popped as I heard loud voices coming from it.
"... ruin what Scott and Stacy have because of what fucking Jeff said," Willow's voice yelled.
"Your father is only trying to protect Scott, which is what we should be doing. What you should have been doing. Why didn't you tell me who she really was?" Lisa yelled back.
Shit. Well that was inevitable, wasn't it? Lisa was going to find out about me one way or another, when Scott said his goodbyes, but hearing it from Jeff? Double shit.
This was new territory for me, but I was determined to stick to my guns about everything I said to Scott the night before. I would rather live with knowing Lisa and Willow hated me than abandon Scott. After all the pain he'd endured, I wanted him to feel safe with me like I felt with him. To get us there, I was willing to do whatever it took.
"Hey Stacy," said Willow, spotting me just as her mom finished asking about me. "Breakfast?"
"You're not who you pretend to be," said Lisa's usually sweet voice, now stern and threatening, like a concerned mother's ought to be. "I want you to leave and never go anywhere near my son again."
Fuck, hearing those words hurt. How the fuck did I ever think I could leave him? In what world would I have survived that?
Doing my best to keep my cool and not let Lisa's defensive stance get to me as she stared me down, I kept my voice even as I said, "I can't do that. Whoever you think I am, all that was before him."
"She's never been anything but present and loving to Scott. Nothing else matters," said Willow, coming to join us in the kitchen doorway.
"You're a child. You can't possibly understand. It doesn't matter if she's changed, Willow. She's a dangerous criminal. Her very presence endangers Scott and probably everyone she comes into contact with," Lisa said, turning back to try and talk some sense into her daughter.
Who could blame Lisa? She was not wrong. That just didn't matter to me anymore. Not after last night. Not after he said I was his world. The love of his life. Not after he said I would break his heart by leaving without him. Nothing mattered but showing up for him. Loving him even if that meant dying tomorrow.
Baby, when did you get into my head like this? I sound fucking crazy and I j
ust don't care. As long as I'm with you, I just don't care.