“When I met Andrew, I remember being jealous of the man who impregnated you. Then I wondered what sort of asshole would abandon you.”
“I’m sorry about that. There hasn’t been anyone.”
He quirked a brow. “No one in five years?”
I shook my head. “No.”
“Serena, this is going to sound sexist or silly, but I can’t tell you what it does to me to think I’m the only man who’s ever had you.”
I grinned, happy that despite all the pain I’d caused him, there was something else I could give him. “There is no man but you.”
“That’s fucking hot.”
I laughed. “You know, there’s a rumor that make-up sex is pretty good. Maybe you could show me that.”
He captured my mouth in a kiss so hot, it stole my breath. His hands were lightning fast as they unzipped my dress. In minutes, we were both naked as he sat on the couch and tugged me over him.
“Fuck me, Serena.” He said as his mouth sucked my nipple hard.
I sank over him, emotion filling my chest as his body filled mine. “Devin…oh God…” I wrapped my arms around him, trying not to cry at how beautiful and happy this moment was.
He held me close. “You undo me, baby.”
I lifted my head and kissed him, pouring all my love into the kiss as I began to move. Each time I rose and lowered, I felt my heart stitching back together.
“So good,” he said on a low moan as he kissed and licked my nipples.
Together we moved in perfect harmony. Pushing each other up and then holding off at the pinnacle. Like we both wanted it to last forever, until the need was too acute. My pussy clenched and I shot off to the heavens.
“Yes!” He cried out. “Make me come…take me with you…” His hips bucked up, and warmth filled my womb. We rocked and moved until finally we floated back down.
He kissed me. “I love you, Serena.”
At that I did cry.
“Oh shit, what’s wrong?” he said, wiping my tears.
“It’s a happy day when your dreams come true.”
“Does that mean you’d be willing to move in with me?”
My breath caught.
“Andrew said that mommies and daddies live together. You and I are good now. There’s no reason not to raise him together.”
This time I balled.
He laughed. “Happy tears, right?”
“The best. The happiest.” I landed kisses all over his face.
“How about we do this one more time, to make sure we’ve got the hang of it again, and then we can pack a few things and take Andrew home.”
“Devin…you’re a dream come true. I love you so much. So much.”
He gave me his sexy grin. “Show me.”
30
Devin—St. Patrick’s Day
If I’d known living with Serena and Andrew could be so fun and fulfilling, I’d have moved them into my apartment sooner. Andrew was excited to have us together, and ecstatic when I hung airplanes in his room.
“Do you want an airplane hanging above the bed, too?” I asked Serena as we watched Andrew take in his plane themed room, including a bed that looked like a cockpit.
“On the ceiling?” she asked. “I think I’d rather a mirror.”
My dick jerked to full mast. “Jesus, woman.” I pressed it against her backside.
She turned her head and smiled. “At least one part of you likes that idea.”
I’d never put much stock in what commitment could do for me, but I discovered that going to bed and waking up with Serena by my side was like a dream come true. Andrew was the cherry on top, finishing off this wonderfully sweet life. It had been less than a week, and yet, I knew without a doubt, it would be like this for the rest of my life.
The only cloud hanging over us was the St. Patrick’s Day party at the Roarke and what my mother might do. Serena had opted to stay away from the Roarke the rest of the week to avoid a run in. I couldn’t blame her and yet I didn’t want my life to be spent on eggshells around my mother.
“You can’t avoid her forever,” I said as I put on my suit for the St. Patrick’s Day event. I wore a black suit with a green tie.
“I can try. I don’t know why I have to go. Nikita excused me from the event.”
“She excused you so you could be my date. Andrew and your parents are coming too. My father and sister have promised me they’ll contain her.”
She quirked a disbelieving brow at me. I couldn’t blame her. Even with my sister and father, I wasn’t sure my mother was containable. Of course, I’d threatened to expose her heinous attempt to keep me from knowing my son if she messed this evening up for me. She wouldn’t behave for her family, but she might to protect her reputation.
Serena was complaining, but she dressed for the event. When she emerged wearing the emerald green dress that accentuated all her luscious curves, I nearly acquiesced the request to skip the event in favor of taking her out of the dress.
Her expression suggested she knew what I was thinking. “The lingerie is green lace.”
“You don’t play fair,” I said, tugging her to me.
“All’s fair in love and war.”
“Did you know there’s a secret powder room in the Roarke? I might have to show it to you.”
She grinned. “Is that all you’ll show me?”
I kissed her hard to let her know I’d show her whatever she wanted.
Thirty minutes later, Serena, Andrew, and I were up in the Roarke. We were lucky that night was crisp and clear, giving a beautiful view of the city lights from the restaurant.
“Is this the fancy place?” Andrew asked as we entered the restaurant.
“It is.” I felt like the luckiest man alive as I held my son’s hand, and had my other arm around Serena.
“There’s the family of the hour,” Nikita said approaching us.
“Your mother is already here. Your father and sister have
