Chasing Him - Kat T. Masen Page 0,94

caves struggling to come up for air.

Motherfucking holy shit, that was insane. I want to laugh, cry, and scream from the rooftops.

Afraid to open my eyes, he doesn’t hold back and slams into me with his cock, gripping onto my ankles mid-air.

I want to see him come.

I want my beautiful man to explode inside me.

And so, I tell him those exact words.

And he comes undone.

Collapsing on top of me, I still don’t say anything. I don’t think I peed, but could a woman honestly come that much? Unless… On my God, did I squirt?

He unties me, and I’m fairly certain I’ve gone bright red.

“I um… wow, okay.” I’m speechless.

“That, my beautiful woman, is what I’m talking about.” The grin on his face is priceless.

“Did I do what I think I did?”

He nods, licking his lips, then leaning in to kiss me gently. “You just did what I’ve fantasized about for a very long time. Did you see what your body did for me?”

I’m shy, but I want to explore this topic.

“It was… surreal. I mean, at first I wanted to… but then… it just kept going, and it felt like I would not stop coming,” I admit with a small laugh.

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, hence why I lasted—”

“Like thirty seconds?” I interrupt playfully.

“You’re being generous, like fifteen.”

“Does that mean I can always do that?”

He lies down beside me and strokes the side of my face. “I’d like to hope so. There are so many things you need to do for me… fuck! I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

“Slow down, cowboy. My lady door needs a new door handle. Perhaps we’ll enter by the back next time?”

He growls on purpose and climbs on top of me wide-eyed. “I love you, now, forever.”

“I love you, too,” I murmur, moving a strand of his hair away from his beautiful eyes.

We don’t have much time, but he continues to kiss me. We both remain quiet. Something doesn’t feel right until Julian blurts it out, “Maybe we should go see how they are doing at the trampoline place.”

“You read my mind.”

We jump up and place our clothes on, but Julian stops me. He brushes my lip with the tip of his thumb, and inside, I’m having another meltdown.

“I’ve never been so torn,” he says quietly.

“About what?”

“I want you so fucking bad it’s killing me, yet all I can think about is rushing to Andy to make sure he is okay.”

I smile reassuringly. “It’s called being a parent.”

“I’m scared I’m doing it all wrong,” he admits.

I wrap my arms around his waist. “Andy hasn’t left your side since the moment he came home. He begs for you to lie in his bed, mumbles your name when he sleeps, and calls for you when he wakes. He loves you, Julian. This is new to him as well. If you’re making him smile, you’re doing something right.”

“Thank you.” His eyes widen, followed by a mischievous grin. “Okay, is it just me, or do you want to see Eric do his routine on the trampoline?”

“Twisted minds think alike. Grab my cell over there, something tells me it’s YouTube-worthy.”

We both laugh and rush down the stairs to head out when the doorbell rings catching us off-guard.

Julian looks at me curiously, and I open the door to be met with a courier. He hands the package to Julian, signing for it and saying thank you. Baffled, he opens the brown box, and underneath the bubble wrap is a plaque.

I read the words, and the moment it sinks in, I turn to look at Julian with the widest smile waiting for his reaction.

His book is officially a number one New York Times Best Seller.

The gold writing confirms what I always knew, Julian is talented and is now taking the world by storm.

Almost dropping the plaque, he wraps his arms around my waist as I jump up to hug him tight.

“You did it, baby!” I couldn’t have been any prouder than this moment to be in love with this intelligent and kindhearted man.

“We’re celebrating tonight. Nothing big, don’t want Andy to be too tired for his birthday party tomorrow,” he adds.

“You know…” I say with a devilish grin, “… we do have a spare minute to celebrate on our own.”

“I only need fifteen seconds.” He smirks, lifting and moving me toward the staircase where he places me on all fours and takes me from me behind.

Planning a child’s birthday is one of life’s greatest pleasures.

I know that