CHAPTER 12

GIA

With a tired groan, I rolled over in bed and threw my arm over my eyes to stop the sun from penetrating. We’d left the curtains open last night, and I was regretting it. My body ached in places I wasn’t used to, but it was a good ache.

I’d slept like a baby when we hadn’t been making love, although after the last time I seem to remember Navy making me get up and use the bathroom before I’d crawled back into bed, relaxed, happy, sated, and bloody worn out. The man was insatiable. I’d not made a peep when he pulled me back against him, wrapping one of his arms around my waist, pulling me tight into his body. Sinking into his embrace, I slept like I hadn’t slept in years. Peacefully knowing that I was safe, looked after and dare I say it? Loved! Because that’s what it felt like being held in his arms.

I had a vague recollection of him kissing me on my cheek earlier and muttering something about coffee. I’d been too tired to care. I was glad I’d waited to give my body the first time to someone who had taken care with me. I suppose I hadn’t been a virgin in the strictest sense because I’d been using toys for years, but it was certainly the first time that a dick had been anywhere near me, and it was completely different having one of those in you to having a toy so I can’t say I was all that comfortable this morning. It also didn’t help that we’d had sex three times last night. Now that wasn’t something I’d expected. From what I’d understood from the gossip in the break room at work, it was usually one and done, and if you were lucky, you got an orgasm out of it. It’s probably just as well I wasn’t working there anymore because I had a feeling if I had to tell the ladies in the lunchroom about my night, they’d probably murder me.

Pushing myself into a sitting position, I leant up against the headboard. Leaning over to look at the bedside clock, I saw it was not even seven thirty in the morning. No wonder I was so tired. We hadn’t gone to sleep until just after four am.

Just as I was contemplating getting up, the bedroom door opened and there he was, barefoot, wearing tracksuit pants and a white T-shirt, hair still unruly from sleep, carrying two mugs of coffee.

“Hey, sweets,” Navy greeted with a smile when he saw I was awake.

“Good morning,” I murmured, a blush heating my cheeks at his heated stare. Holding up a hand, I warned him, “No way, mister, stop looking like that. My foof needs a break. Give me that coffee.”

Navy snorted with amused laughter, which turned into a full out belly laugh. Thankfully, he put the mugs down before he spilled a drop of the liquid gold they held.

“A foof? What the fuck, sweets? Where the hell is that from? I don’t think I’ve ever heard a pussy called that.”

Lifting my shoulders up to my ears, I felt my cheeks flame with embarrassment as if they were on fire.

“I don’t know, we’ve always called it that. It seems weird to say my pussy or vagina. It’s always been a foof.”

Navy snorted again at the word. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face at his hilarity. I suppose it was a weird word if you weren’t used to using it.

“We are so having our girls use that word,” he grinned at me, eyes twinkling with amusement.

My heart was beating double time at his words. “Our girls?” I questioned a little stunned.

Taking hold of my ankles, Navy pulls me down the bed until I’m lying flat against the sheets. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled his head down for a kiss, sighing happily as his lips meet mine, my legs naturally spread for him to settle more comfortably against me. Revelling in his weight as he pressed down against me. I couldn’t take him again this morning, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t love having him in my arms with his lips on mine. Because oof, this man could kiss. With one last peck to my lips, he pushes my hair away from my face. Opening my eyes, I returned his smile.

“Yeah, sweets, our girls. Maybe I’m rushing things, but I’ve waited a long time for you. We’ll sort your shit out first though and then if you’re still up for we’ll get married properly and if you’re still not sick of me, then I’d like us to have little girls soon after. I’d love little girls that I can spoil but who look just like you. If I can have all that, then I’ll be a happy man.”

‘Oh, dear lord this man,’ I thought. ‘I’m not sure what I did to have him appear in my life when I needed him most, but I would be forever grateful.’

“I’d love that,” I assured him, “but there is one change I’d like to add to that. I’d like at least one little boy that looks like you.”

Navy’s face lit up with a smile, “Oh, love, I’d be happy to work on that with you now. How many are we talking about? Six, seven?”

Laughter burst out of me at his words, “No,” I spluttered, “four at the most. I’m not having six kids. Are you crazy?”

“We’ll see,” he smirked at me as he pushed up and off me to sit on the side of the bed. Picking up a cup of coffee from the nightstand, he handed it to me after I’d pushed myself back up against the headboard.

“We won’t see, Navy. I’m serious, no more than four and even that’s pushing it.”

He just hummed and took a sip of coffee. Digging my toes into his ribs, he jolted and jumped away. “Navy!”

Rubbing his ribs, he grinned at me, “Okay, sweets, four it is.”

Narrowing my eyes at the easy way he gave in, “Mmmh, I’m not sure I trust you. You gave in way too easily.”

Neither confirming nor denying anything, he finished his coffee, patted my leg through the sheet and told me, “Come on, finish your coffee. Derek and Tristan will be here in about half an hour.”

“Yes,” I cried with an excited bounce. “I can’t wait to see him.”

Hurrying, I finished my coffee and throw back the sheets in my excitement, completely forgetting I was naked as the day I was born as I rushed towards the bathroom.

It was Navy’s pained, “Fuck!” that reminded me. Laughing, I spin in the bathroom doorway to blow him a kiss, squealing with laughter as he lunged at me. Quickly, I rush to shut and lock the door.

My belly hurt from laughing. Navy thumped on the door with his hand, threatening, “I’ll get you for that little tease later, sweets.”

Not that I took his threat seriously because I could hear the amusement in his voice. Whirling around, I was struck by my image in the bathroom mirror , my cheeks were flushed, my eyes sparkling and full of energy.

It had been a long time since I’d seen this version of me if I’d ever been her. It seemed that all I’d needed to do was to find me a Navy.