Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,45
she hissed, “I’m never going to be too tired for this.”
Two incredible orgasms later, Aurelia lay in Ben’s arms with her head on his chest. She ran her finger over his pec and said, “I think we’ve made each other into sluts.”
He kissed her, laughing softly. “I’ll be your slut, your slave, whatever you want, Rels. We waited so long, we deserve to be drunk on each other for an eternity, and I’m pretty sure we sent Ten-Second Ben packing.”
She looked curiously at him. “Ten-Second Ben?”
“That first night on your couch . . .”
She laughed and slapped her hand over her mouth, eyeing the playpen. “Oh my gosh,” she whispered. “That’s hilarious. I would have called you Ten-Inch Ben.”
Damn, that felt all kinds of good. “Now we’re talking.” He swept her beneath him, covering her face with kisses until she giggled and wiggled against him. “See why I love you?”
“It would have been embarrassing saying I was dating Ten-Second Ben, but Ten-Inch Ben? Now that’s a boyfriend to be proud of.” She pressed a kiss to his shoulder and said, “I have to meet Everly to go over inventory. Think you can handle B for a few hours this afternoon?”
“Of course.” He kissed the tip of her nose.
His phone rang, waking B into a tearful wail. He cursed as he snagged the phone from the nightstand and said, “Sorry. I thought I had turned the ringer off.”
They’d both turned their phones to silent because his sisters were calling and texting so often they couldn’t rest. He’d finally had to ask them to stop and told them they’d see B Sunday evening and could dote on her and harass him then.
“You turned it on last night so you wouldn’t miss that work call,” she reminded him as she pulled on her panties. “It’s okay. You owe me three orgasms and a scrumptious breakfast for waking her up.” She grabbed his T-shirt from the chair by the bed and slipped it on.
“Done.” He answered the call as he pulled on his briefs. “Ben Dalton.”
“Ben, it’s Vic.”
As if he’d had cold water splashed on his face, Ben pushed to his feet. “Vic, how are you?”
Aurelia stopped on her way out of the bedroom with B, worry hovering in her eyes.
“Good,” Vic said.
“I assume you have news?”
“I do, Ben. The results are back, and they confirmed that you’re the father.”
Tears sprang to Ben’s eyes as he sank down to the edge of the bed.
“Ben? Are you there?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Vic.”
Vic went on to ask if he’d tracked down B’s mother yet or had information about B’s immunizations. But Ben’s mind was spinning, and he answered absently, promising to call when they had more information.
Aurelia sat beside him, holding B tight, tears brimming in her eyes. “She’s not yours?”
He shook his head, and tears slipped down Aurelia’s cheeks. He slid his hand to the nape of her neck, drawing her forehead to his as his own tears fell, and he said, “She is mine.”
The air rushed from her lungs, pushing out a surprised sound. “She is? And you’re sad?”
“No, Rels. I’m so fucking relieved. I didn’t know how much I loved her until I heard Vic on the line and realized I could lose her. She’s mine, Rels. B’s mine.”
CHAPTER TEN
FRIDAY MORNING PASSED as if in a dream, with Ben and Aurelia both mesmerized by confirmation of his paternity. They’d cried, laughed, and hugged and spent hours just looking at and playing with B as if they could hardly believe she was his. And the truth was, no matter how many times Aurelia had told herself that B might not be Ben’s, she’d never fully believed it. Or maybe she’d just wanted her to be his so badly, she’d refused to believe it.
Ben sat on the edge of the bed in a pair of worn jeans and a soft gray T-shirt, feeding B. They’d finally gotten around to showering a little after noon. His hair was still damp, he hadn’t shaved, and his feet were bare, all of which made him look devastatingly handsome, but it was his contented smile as he fed B that made Aurelia’s heart beat double time. The relief of knowing she was his had blown them both away and had also brought them even closer together.
“We need to get you a new shirt,” Ben said with a lift of his brows.
She pulled on her jeans and looked down at her pink baseball shirt, which had white lettering across the chest that