Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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SLYDAR

Oh yeah, Rory got ya with that chapter ender, eh?

It was another slap in the face. My dad Muller only a year gone, and my sister-in-law Graylen miscarried her first pregnancy. And her second. And her third. A blood disorder. Meds were given. My brother Jenks was beside himself with worry, and he went to a dark place. We stood by him, of course, because that's the way the Joon family was, and eventually things started lookin' up.

Graylen's fourth pregnancy made it to six months. Then seven. We all breathed. Eight months. Nine. Cesarean delivery. We had another niece, a healthy baby girl named Lane. She was perfect with a strong, sweet mind, and her parents decided one child was all they needed.

"You're good with babies, Sly."

"They like me. Why wouldn't they?"

Chuckle from Rory.

"You want some?" she asked

"Three or four, at least."

"At least?"

"You?"

"I could do three, but not yet," she said.

I nodded, "Not yet."

Pausing, I felt the evening breeze; it smelled like skunk, then was gone. I smiled.

"Your dad was on the breeze. Think he wants us to make babies?" Rory asked.

Stolen story; please report.

"Hunh. He can go fuck himself. I'm only twenty-two. Let's live a bit first. You miss home, Rory? Wanna go to Shurwinn?"

"In the winter. When I get restless, let's visit. You wanna go home to Dliptonia?"

Head shake, "I said goodbye, and I meant it."

"Whaddaya want for dinner, Sly?"

"I'm thinking curry take out, you?"

Nod. "Let's get some baklava too."

"You wanna get married, Rory?"

"Eventually. You?"

Nod. "Someday. When we're ready for family, kids, all that. Sound good?"

"Yup. Does that mean we're engaged, Slydar Joon?"

"Do we get to celebrate?"

"Don't we every night?"

"We could do something special," I said, brows raised suggestively.

Smirk.

"You said you wanted to marry me, so I'm gonna treat you right, Rory."

"Can we skip dinner?"

That's right baby, you said you'd marry me, so you get this forever. You like it, don't you Rory? Whose name are you gonna scream across the Cosmos for the rest of your life?

She was so gone all she could do was moan. I was good at making Rory moan. First from my massage. Then from me licking her. Then from my fingers pumping. Slow. Then hard. Then stop. Then suck on her. Then pump again. Then tongue. 'Til we were both so gone we could barely breathe. She was nearly ready, her body so high, so mad with need.

You're so close for me, baby. Oh, you feel so good. Yeah, I know you want it. You've been so good tonight. Relax one more time for me.

She didn't wanna. She wanted me to finish her, but I knew it would be good if she waited one more round. She groaned, pushing against my face, twisting my hair, so desperate for me to take her where she wanted to go.

You've been so good, Rory. That's it. When you're ready, baby, push against my hand. She was already grunting, writhing, and a smile broke out on her face. She bore down against my fingers, and I pumped, fast and hard. We were both rewarded with a gush of ecstasy, torn open as her body convulsed.

I pulled her against my chest, love and life wrapping around her, lost in bliss.

She quaked, and I kept sliding my fingers until she stilled, heart racing, chest heaving, mind blown, hands against my chest in surrender. I blinked, trying to remember who we were.

My cock reminded me who I was and who I loved and who had agreed to marry me. Smiling, I slid into my fiancee as she groaned against my neck.

I love you, Slydar.

I know. You know I love you back.

I know. Don't stop.

Say it again, and I won't.

Don't stop, Sly.

Again.

Never stop, Slydar. I want you forever and ever.

I'll never stop; I don't think I could if I tried. I love you, Rory. Let me show you how much.