Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Tannen

Somehow, the moms finagled it so that me and Marley are sharing a bed. I no doubt have any longer, not after the ten-minute talk about how good I would be at making a family and keeping them safe, that are mothers are trying to push us together. They would both be perfectly happy if it continued to snow so much the door wouldn’t open for the rest of winter, as long as me and Marley ended up married and I put a baby in her belly, which, shit, I shouldn’t think of breeding Marley while she’s standing right next to me and we are about to share a fucking bed, but it is what it is.

“At least it’s big, right?”

“Pardon?”

“The bed. At least the bed is big enough we won’t be squashed together. Right?”

“Sure. Yeah.”

“A big bed for a big guy.”

Are we still talking about how big the bed is or are we talking about something else now?

“We should go ahead and get under the covers, don’t you think?”

“Oh yeah…uh, shit.”

“What? What is it?” Is she having second thoughts about agreeing with my mom and Ruby to do this?

“I, um,” she’s blushing like she just found out I have her underwear shoved in my top drawer where my boxers are kept so they are together…touching - which is, in fact, where they are, “I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

“What?”

“I didn’t bring anything to sleep in. I was trying to hurry and think of everything I needed to grab for a couple of days. I forgot to… it should be really easy for me just to pop over and…”

“Baby, you can’t go over there. You would never make it up those stairs and if memory serves me the back is even worse. Not to mention it’s night and we couldn’t see what the fuck we were doing. It’s just too dangerous.”

I watch as defeat causes her shoulders to slump, “Okay, I can just sleep in what I have on. It’s comfortable enough.”

“Or you could just borrow one of my shirts. It would probably make a dress on you anyway.”

“I couldn’t…”

“What? Put me out? You are going to be in my bed. I think if I’m fine about that then I won’t mind if you borrow one of my many shirts.” I walk over to the dresser, pull open one of the drawers, and take out one of my favorites before turning and handing it to her.

“Thank you. I’m really sorry about being all this trouble.”

“No trouble. How do you want to do this? I could step out or turn my back or…whatever is easiest for you.”

“I…it’s kind of cold out there in the hallway. I think it will be alright if you just turn around.”

“You sure.” She nods and I turn, giving her as much privacy as I can in the same bedroom.

It doesn’t take her long to tell me it is safe to turn around. The sight of her wrapped in my shirt has a knee-jerk reaction on my dick. The material clings to the peaks of her tits and lands close to the tops of her knees. It makes her look small and vulnerable, making me want to take care of her and do anything she needs me to do, like when she was naked earlier today.

“You, um, ready?”

She nods and there is an awkward silence as we both stand around waiting for the inevitable.

“We should probably go ahead and get in bed.” She nods but doesn’t make a move to get in.

“Yeah, we, um, probably should.”

I eventually walk around the bed and take her by the shoulders, forcing both of us on the bed. “Which side do you want, sweetheart.”

She’s on her knees in front of me and I have to really concentrate on what she is saying, “I, uh, don’t care. Either side is good with me.”

“K, why don’t you take that side, and I’ll take this side. Sound alright.”

“Yes. It’s good.”

Once we settle down the warmth of the room and the restless nights must catch up with her because it doesn’t take long before I hear her softly snoring. And it’s fucking adorable as hell. I must drift off too because when I wake a couple of hours later, the fire is not as high as I would like it and Marley is snuggled up close to me. In fact, she’s practically lying on top of me.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart you okay?”

All I get is a noncommittal sound that might have been a gasp, a moan, or a yes only in mumble form.

“You cold, Peach? Do you want me to make sure the fire doesn’t go out?”

“Little.”

“Okay, baby, let me up and I’ll get it warmer in here for us.” She burrows closer to me causing me to fight back a laugh that I’m sure will wake her up. “To do that I’m going to have to get up, Marley.”

“No!” she throws her leg over me trying to hold me down. “You’re so warm.”

“I know, honey, and I promise I will bring all that warmth back when I crawl back in our bed, right after I fix the fire.”

She whimpers and tries to cling to me. I roll us so she is under me but quickly try to pull away from her. Being on top of her is too fucking tempting and she is too fucking cuddly for me to not take what I have wanted for years. Years.

I don’t want her to be cold either, or get sick because I needed to rub my dick on her and didn't stoke our fire. I reluctantly pull myself away from her and make quick work of getting the fire back to a point I am comfortable with. I spend most of that time getting my dick back in line so when I crawl in bed with Marley I won’t roll her on her back, spread her legs, and take what has tempted me more and more. God, just the thought of being able to sink in her soft, sweet pussy has my heart beating faster and my dick throbbing harder.

So much for talking my dick down, damn it. A sleepy Marley doesn’t understand how much I am struggling. She just throws her leg back over me and snuggles into my side. I spend the rest of the night, holding her, thinking about all the ways I can make love to her, what would happen if I just gave in and took my little summer peach. I rub her back, my hand trailing over her soft skin where my shirt isn’t protecting her, her arms, the tops of her thighs, the curve of her cheek. I smooth my hand over her shirt-clad bottom and give the cheek a good squeeze.

Is what I’m doing wrong, learning her body like a lover would? Maybe. But by the time my eyes close for the second time, I’ve made a promise to myself that I intend to keep. I’ve tried to pretend Marley meant nothing to me, I’ve tried to keep my distance, and yet somehow by the grace of God she wound up exactly where I want her -in my bed, in my arms, and right where she belongs. And the promise? I plan to keep her there! I plan to keep Marley and make her my own!

When I wake up, it’s much like before only this time Marley is on top of me, wiggling around as she comes awake. Both of her legs have wound up on either side of my hips so that her thighs are spread wide, and her pussy is cupping the massive cock that has defied my boxers and pajama bottoms. Just like in so many dreams I’ve had over the past years, she whimpers before rocking her pussy against me.

I realize she is fully awake when she stiffens.

“Oh God! Oh shit! I’m…”

She tries to sit up, but I hold her down. It doesn’t really help since she starts to wiggle like crazy. “Given how big the issue we are currently dealing with is, I think sitting up would not be alright, peach.”

I don’t expect Marley to push…but she does!