CHAPTER SEVEN

Moose kissed the top of Jennifer's sleeping head, pulling the blanket up around her chin. She'd crashed after dinner and after playing with her new playmates, the dogs. He closed the door halfway and walked out into the kitchen. Erica was putting dishes in the dishwasher then wiped down the countertops.

Moose shook his head. He had no clue that babies needed so much stuff. Bottles meant bottle cleaners, baby plates, spoons, bowls, and more. An entire cabinet was filled with baby food and snacks, most of which were disgusting. He was shocked the kid was eating at all.

He picked up her toys, placing them in the basket near the fireplace, then folded the three baby blankets that she seemed obsessed with pulling from the basket every time. Chuckling, he turned to see Erica smiling at him.

"I was worried all this mess might upset you," she smiled.

"Upset me? Erica, I had to live with six other men in confined spaces. Most of them smelled worse than Jennifer's worst diaper. They were loud, messy, disgusting, and annoying. You and she are a dream!"

Erica laughed, just shaking her head.

"I think you might have a bias," she grinned, taking a seat on the sofa. Moose sat beside her, pulling her legs onto his lap, gently massaging her feet. "That feels good."

"Do you ever get your hands massaged? I wondered if that was something you would do because of the cello."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "I worry that a person wouldn't know what to do and might harm my hands."

"What made you choose the cello?" he asked.

"The tuba was taken," she smirked. He laughed, shaking his head at her. "Really. I wanted to play something big and loud. I thought I was terrified of my father, but when I had those thoughts about the musical instruments, I realized that I wanted to annoy him."

"Was he against the music lessons?" asked Moose, frowning at her.

"Yes. And then, no. He realized that I was good, and he bragged to the other members of the government about how talented his daughter was. Of course, in private, he yelled at me all the time. I think he was positioning me to marry me off to someone, then realized he needed Gordon."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," said Moose.

"Me, too. But it led me here, and he's gone. Which reminds me, why would those men still be coming for me?"

"I don't know," said Moose, shaking his head. "I was wondering if maybe you had something of your father's that was important."

"I can't think of anything I have belonging to him. He didn't want me, Moose. He wanted a son that he could mold into what he wanted, who he wanted. An accomplice in his madness. I was an inconvenience, which is why my mother took me. He wanted to find a male that could follow in his footsteps."

"I'm curious. How did you and your mother get out of North Korea?"

"An old woman helped her. She led us through the woods and into South Korea, then gave my mother two airline tickets. I was only eleven, but I knew a lot about what was happening, and I knew that if my father caught us, we'd both be dead."

"That must have been terrifying," he frowned. She nodded.

"It was. But staying with him was more terrifying. The way he beat my mother, Moose," she said, shaking her head. "Every time I worried that she wouldn't get up. I kept thinking, if he kills her, I'm next. She's the only thing between him and me."

"You don't have to worry about that any longer," said Moose. "Let's watch a movie."

It was almost an hour later before he realized that neither of them was really watching the movie. They were watching one another.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything, Erica."

"Have you ever hit a woman? I mean, outside of your job. Did you ever strike your ex-wife or ex-fiancé?"

"Never. And believe me, I had cause. My ex-wife was a spoiled rich girl who wanted to live closer to her parents and wanted me to quit the teams. I did. For her, and I regretted it. I came home to find out she'd been driving down to Florida to play around with another man. A very evil man. He ended up beating her as part of the passionate game they played. She died because of those injuries."

"I'm so sorry."

"When I left London, left Ece, I shoved her against the bed," he said, feeling shame. "I've never struck a woman in anger, never. I pushed her out of my way. I didn't hurt her, but I'm ashamed that I allowed her to affect me to the point of doing that."

"That seems reasonable. I mean, I would never hit you, but I might shove you to get you out of my way." He chuckled, shaking his head.

"In case you've missed it, you're about five-feet-two. I'm six-feet-seven. I'm not sure I would even feel it if you pushed me," he smirked.

"Maybe not," she grinned, biting her lower lip.

"Something you want to ask me?" he said, staring at her. She nodded but said nothing. "You have to speak for me to be able to answer."

"You mentioned our size difference. I have to believe our size is different in the biblical sense as well." Moose couldn't help but laugh.

"Erica, we're both adults. We can talk about sex openly with one another. Women are miraculous beings. Their bodies are meant to accommodate the man they're with, and I have no doubt yours will accommodate mine. Maybe not right away, but in time."

"Won't you be angry?"

"Angry?" he asked, turning to face her. He pulled her closer, her legs stretched over his own.

"If I can't accommodate you right away, won't you be angry?"

"Was William that way? Was he angry with you?" he asked, feeling a horrible sense of violence rising within him.

"No. I mean, not really. He was my first, and he certainly wasn't gentle. He said it was best to get it over with. I thought it would be incredibly painful, but I think he was average." Moose nodded.

"I'm not average, Erica. I won't lie about that. I'm a big man with big body parts. Hands, feet, legs, arms, and my penis." She smiled, wanting to giggle at the sound of the word, but knew that would make her sound very immature. She sobered, nodding at him.

"I'm small. Everywhere. My hands, feet, legs, arms, and breasts."

"I think your breasts are perfect," said Moose in a thick, heavy voice. "Everything about you is perfect, and in time, I'm going to show you just how perfect I think you are."

"You're willing to wait?" she asked.

"For as long as I need to."

"Will you satisfy yourself in the meantime, or will you find someone to do it for you?"

He lifted her onto his lap, framing her face with his big hands.

"Listen to me. I will never seek someone else. Never. You are all I need. I know that in my heart and soul. I'm a grown man, and I know how to satisfy myself. It won't compare to you, but I'll be just fine."

"Can I, can I see? Can I watch?" He stared at her, unsure if he was understanding her correctly.

"You want to watch me satisfy myself?" he asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip only to make him rock hard. "Have you never seen a man do that?"

"No. Never. I just want to watch you do it, watch your hands move on yourself. It will also help me to understand just how big you are and how I can bring you satisfaction." Moose swallowed, nodding his head.

"Okay." She quickly stood and moved back, staring down at him. "Oh. Now. You want to watch me now?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay," he said. "On the bed, though. Not here."

He grinned as she moved quickly toward the master bedroom, then stood nearly toppling over from his dick being so hard. When he opened the door, she was seated in the chair by the bed, her hands folded on her lap.

Moose removed his t-shirt, then shoved down the shorts. His cock was long and thick, forming a huge ridge beneath his boxer briefs. Erica's eyes went wide as she swallowed.

"It helps if I use a lubricant," he said, reaching into the bedside table. "It mimics a woman's body, her juices. It's not nearly as good, but it helps me."

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"It does, but it's because I need to relieve it. That's all. Seeing you, watching you watch me is very erotic, baby."

"I'm glad," she whispered. "I like seeing you."

He shoved his briefs down, then took a seat on the edge of the bed. The long, hot member bounced up and down, hard and purple. With one hand, he stroked his cock, the other tugging occasionally on his balls. He tried to stay seated so he could watch her face, but he needed to lie back. It was as if she sensed the need.

Erica climbed beside him on the bed, pushing his shoulders back. His wide chest was covered in a fine thatch of hair. His abdomen rippled with muscle. Her delicate hand lightly ran down his midsection, causing him to groan with need.

"I'm close," he whispered.

She watched the thick cock bouncing, his thumb running over the head as he stroked faster and faster, harder and harder. As the creamy white substance shot from his cock, his muscles tensed, his breathing rapid. Moose lay there, his hand covered in his own cum.

Erica reached out, touching the hot, sticky liquid. She ran a finger over her lips, licking it, and smiled.

"I don't think you'll ever fit inside me," she said.

"I'm only semi-hard now. We could try," he said.

Erica stared at him, then nodded, pulling off her own clothes. Her lily-white skin was so beautiful Moose had to control his dick and his mind. He didn't want to frighten her.

Lying her on her back, he let his fingers penetrate in and out, happy to realize she wasn't quite as tight as he believed. She was small but having Jennifer had definitely helped the two of them. But he wanted to prepare her. When she moaned her first orgasm, he grabbed the lubrication, sliding it over his heavy shaft.

Lifting Erica, he straddled her over his hips, the tip of his cock touching her swollen, wet opening.

"Just breathe, babe. You say stop, I stop."

"I'm not sure I can," she gasped. "Why do you feel so hot and amazing?" Moose could only chuckle. Why? Because they were made for one another.

A little at a time, she lowered herself onto him. When she thought she'd taken him all, she looked down and realized there was at least another four inches to go.

"Oh," she said, looking up at him in disappointment.

"Don't. Don't look at me that way. You're fucking perfect, and this feels amazing. Utterly fucking amazing," he growled. "Lean forward and put your hands on my shoulders. That's it. Now, just lift your hips and glide up and down at your comfort level."

"What about your comfort level?"

"Honey, if I were any more comfortable, I'd be exploding all over you," he growled. She smiled, realizing he was fully hard again, and she'd done that for him.

"You like my body?" she whispered.

"No." She looked disappointed, and he pulled her tighter. "I fucking love your body. Rock against me, baby. Rock it."

Erica found her rhythm and moved up and down, feeling Moose hit her very depths. She couldn't take all of him, not yet, but it didn't seem to matter. They were compatible, and she was enjoying this far more than she had in her past relationship.

"Babe, I'm not wearing a condom," he growled.

"Oh."

"I don't want to. I mean, I don't want anything between us. I'm clean, no diseases. I want more kids. What about you?" She continued to rock against him. Just the thought of having his baby in her belly making her soaked.

"I want your babies," she said, running her tongue along his lips. Suddenly, little Erica was feeling frisky, free, and bold. "I want babies with you."

Moose rolled her to her back, lifting her ass to rest on his knees as he knelt in front of her. His thick cock went in and out, in and out, and he squeezed the base that couldn't quite make it all the way. When her small body arched toward him, he knew it was time. Together, they screamed their pleasure, hugging one another, kissing one another.

"I've never met a man like you, Moose. Never."

"And you never will again," he said, holding her. "I'm yours, Erica. Yours."