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He hadn’t realized until just that moment how badly he wanted a baby, and how certain he was that Elle was the woman who would give it to him. It was a spiritual, almost mystical moment.

As his cock spilled into her, his semen throbbing right out of him and into her delicious, tender pussy, he knew that this was something that would never be taken back. He knew that there were a lot of things that happened in a man’s life that amounted to nothing. This was not one of those things. This was one of the moments that would define him.

When he died, and was asked by God to account for the actions of his life, this was one of the moments, perhaps the only moment, that would count. This was it. This was what Forrester Snow was going to do with his life.

He knew it, and the knowledge gave him an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. He was humbled. He clung to Elle’s beautiful, soft, smooth body and felt the most intense, pure love of his life.

This was how he would answer to the crimes of his father. By overcoming them. By creating a life of his own.

“Oh, Elle,” he cried.

The pleasure was still flowing in his cock, even as he collapsed onto her body. He was afraid he might crush her, she was so small compared to him, but he couldn’t help put all his weight on her. His semen was still dripping into her, his cock was still hard inside her, and he wished nothing more than that he could stay that way, intertwined with the woman he loved, for ever and ever.

“This is what heaven must feel like,” he sighed.

“I think so,” Elle said, and he looked into her deep, beautiful eyes, and knew it was true.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

She smiled.

“Really,” he continued, “thank you, Elle. What we just did, don’t think for a second I don’t realize how important that is, how momentous it is. I know there’s no guarantee, but there’s a chance, a very real chance, that we just created a new life together. There’s a chance that we’re going to be parents together, you and me, and that means that we’re going to have to devote every ounce of our souls to each other for the rest of our lives.”

“Do you really mean all this?” Elle said, suddenly sounding concerned that she might have trusted the wrong man with this most intimate, intense gift a woman could ever give.

“I mean every word, Elle, with every drop of my soul. I swear to you, I’m your man now. I’m yours and your mine. Nothing will ever be able to change that. Not even death.”

And then he kissed her, and as his tongue slid into her delicious, waiting mouth, he knew that he had just crossed the line from boyhood to manhood. From this moment on, he was a man, and whatever his father had done to him no longer mattered.

He’d made it.

He’d overcome his past.

Chapter 25

Elle

E
LLE WOKE UP TO SUNLIGHT
streaming in the hotel window. It bathed the bed in warmth and light and she lay in it for just a minute, letting it soak into her body. She felt it feed life into her. She breathed in deeply and let the feeling wash over her.

It was the feeling of happiness. For the first time in her life, she finally realized what that feeling was like.

She turned and looked at Forrester. She thought he was asleep, but as she gazed into his calm face, a smile spread across it.

“You’re so handsome,” she said.

He opened his eyes. “I’m so in love with you, Elle.”

Her heart skipped a beat, giving her butterflies.

“Are you really sure, Forrester?” she said. “I couldn’t bear to fall for you and then lose you.”

“I’m sure,” he said, then he kissed her on the forehead and climbed out of the bed.

He went to the coffee maker and put on two cups. Elle watched him walk across the room in all his naked glory. Her eyes drank in the impressive sight of him. She still couldn’t believe how lucky she was. He looked like an underwear model. She felt a quiver of desire between her legs.

She knew he liked her, she knew he thought he loved her, and for now, that was enough. She wasn’t a little girl. She knew real, true love took time, but she also knew that there were certain men that waited their whole lives, and then suddenly fell, hard and fast, for their woman. Forrester was one of those passionate souls. If he said he was in love with her, that would be enough for her. She wouldn’t doubt him. He was impulsive. He wasn’t lying. And he was convinced she was the woman for him. What more could she ask?

“Do you take milk or cream?” Forrester said.

Elle slipped out from under the sheets. She got off the bed. The restraints were still hanging from the bed posts, but Forrester had released her from them before they fell asleep. Elle wasn’t sure where she’d gotten the courage, she was completely naked and it was broad daylight, but she got down onto the carpeted floor of the room and began crawling over toward him.

When he saw what she was doing, his cock stiffened immediately.

“You know I like cream,” Elle said wickedly, and as she reached him, she got up onto her knees so that her face was level with his thick cock. She took it in her hand and examined it in the daylight for the first time. It was a perfectly formed specimen. She couldn’t have imagined anything more erotic or beautiful in all of creation. Along the underside, a thick vein throbbed. At the tip, the tanned skin gave way to a soft, pink head, like the snowcapped peaks on the mountains outside the window.

She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Before she even touched his cock, Forrester let out a moan of anticipation.

Elle put her lips around the head and let her tongue caress his tip. It was delicious. It made her so excited to have him in her mouth like that. She could feel his heartbeat through the pulse and throb of pleasure in his shaft. She felt completely at one with him.

Who’d have thought they’d be so comfortable with each other after such a short time?

“I wonder if we’re pregnant,” Forrester gasped, as pleasure flowed through him.

Hearing those words reminded her of how deeply he was willing to commit. She let his cock slide far into the back of her throat, and the only thought on her mind was of giving him pleasure. She was his now. She wanted to delight him. She wanted to give him such a pleasurable orgasm that he’d remember this morning for the rest of his life.

She sucked his tip, caressed it lovingly with her tongue, and with every moan from his mouth, she felt a corresponding throb of joy in his cock. As she took him deeper and deeper into the back of her throat, she felt him bulge and grow, getting closer and closer to orgasm with every thrust into her. She let her soft, wet lips slide along the length of his shaft while her tongue played mercilessly with his head.

In her hand she took his balls, and held them gently, lovingly, caressing them with her fingers.

Come for me,
she thought.
Come in my mouth, baby.

This was power. This was control. With a flick of her tongue, she could send quivers of pleasure through every nerve in his body. If she did things like this for him, he’d never be able to look at another woman for as long as he lived.

“Oh, God, Elle,” Forrester moaned.

She sucked him harder, tasting the saltiness of his precum. She wanted everything. She wanted to make him come in her mouth. As her tongue played with his head, she felt the first surge of orgasm. His cock throbbed and then spilled itself into her mouth.

Forrester grabbed her head and pulled her down onto his cock. She shut her eyes and let him slide all the way into her, emptying himself into her throat with such moans of pleasure that she knew he’d remember this forever.

“Elle,” Forrester gasped when it was over.

Elle swallowed everything he’d given her. She didn’t care about anything except the feeling of satisfaction she gave her man. She smiled up at him as innocently and sweetly as she could.

“Did that please you?” she said.

Forrester laughed, then he picked her up, put her over his shoulder, carried her across the room and threw her down on the bed. He was on top of her in an instant, kissing her neck, licking her breasts, sucking her nipples. He seemed out of control. Before she knew it, his mouth was on her pussy, sucking her clit, ravishing her lips, reaching his tongue inside her.

“Forrester,” she moaned.

He sucked and licked for minute after minute until on orgasm rushed through her body like a wave crashing over a beach. She clenched his head between her legs and pressed so tightly there was no way he’d be able to breathe. She couldn’t help it. It felt so good. It felt so good to have his mouth eating her. It felt so good to know he loved her. It felt so good to know that she might already be carrying his child.

She lay on the bed panting when it was all over. Forrester kissed her lips, not in the least concerned that they might taste each other. In fact, judging from his kiss, he wanted her to taste herself on his lips.

Then he finished making the coffee and brought it over to the bed.

“Thanks,” Elle said, and laughed.

“Thank you,” Forrester said. “The pleasure is all mine.”

They sipped their coffee together and Elle kept an eye on the time. She showered in the hotel’s magnificent bathroom and when she got out, Forrester was holding her uniform. It had been washed, dried and freshly pressed.

“How did you manage this?” Elle said, putting on her clean clothes.

“I left them outside the door last night for the maid.”

“That was thoughtful.”

Forrester laughed. “After what you’ve promised to give me, Elle, it’s the least I could do.”

They kissed passionately before she left. She wished she could have stayed longer and enjoyed breakfast, and perhaps more love-making, in the room, but she knew Kelly and Grace would be counting on her.

“I’ll come by and see you in a little bit,” Forrester said. “I have some paperwork to sign with the lawyer and then I’ll come straight to the diner.”

“Okay, lover,” Elle said, and the words felt so good on her lips that she literally giggled to herself in the elevator.

Chapter 26

Forrester

F
ORRESTER COULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT WAS
happening. He’d come back to Stone Peak to bury his father, and yet he was starting to feel as if the old man had never existed at all. It was as if his father’s death had lifted a cloud that had been hanging over him his entire life.

He felt happiness he’d never even known was possible. He was so happy he actually sang in the shower. He wasn’t even sure what the name of the song was, just something from the radio that had gotten into his head.

He’d asked Elle to have a baby with him.

He just couldn’t believe it. Where had that come from? Had he even been aware that he was ready to start a family? He had no idea. All he knew was that he was happy, and in love, and wanted nothing more than to see Elle’s beautiful face, first thing every morning when he woke up.

He put on his last clean shirt and underwear and left a note for the concierge to send him up some new clothes. He hadn’t been expecting to stay this long when he’d initially packed. Now he had no intention of leaving, at least not until he figured out a way for him and Elle to be together. He left two hundred dollars for the concierge as a thank you for getting the restraints for him. They’d worked perfectly. In fact, he made a little promise to himself that if Elle got pregnant because of last night, he’d come back and sign a check for a thousand dollars for the concierge.

When he put on his jacket, he felt the crumpled up envelope of his father’s letter in his pocket. He was about to take it out of his pocket and throw it in the trash, when something stopped him. Maybe it was that he still thought he might read it, maybe it was that he didn’t want to throw it into the trash in his room where he still might see it, but he felt it there, and he left it.

Forrester knew as well as anyone that sometimes it’s the smallest of decisions that can have the greatest effect on your life, but he never would have guessed how momentous of a decision this was. If he’d simply thrown the letter in the trash, the maid would have come within an hour to take it away, put it in with the rest of the hotel’s trash, and it would have been in a dumpster by lunch time. Forrester never would have read it. But he left it in his pocket, a little memento of his past as he began to make a new future for himself, and it ended up changing everything.

The valet brought his truck around and Forrester drove down the street to Chapman’s law office. He greeted the secretary who told him Chapman was waiting.

“Good morning, son,” Chapman said.

“Good morning, sir,” Forrester said.

“Have you thought any more about your father’s estate?” the lawyer said.

Forrester took his seat across the desk from Chapman. “No sir, I have not. And I don’t intend to do any thinking on it. As far as I’m concerned, everything to do with my father is finished and I just want it to be gone.”

“So you still want all the money to go to charity.”

“Yes, sir. Did you find one that would be suitable?”

“I did,” Chapman said, taking some papers out of a file. “This charity has been working in the state of Montana for over ten years. It helps women who have suffered from domestic abuse. It gives them and their children a safe place to stay while law enforcement looks into their case. It’s very important work. Without it, it would be very difficult for some women to get out of abusive relationships, especially if they had children and had no where to go.”

“It sounds like what I asked for,” Forrester said.

“Yes, something that would have helped your mother.”

“So where do I sign?”

“Well, if you’re really certain that you don’t want any of this money for yourself.”

“I don’t want a red cent of it.”

“Well then, the document’s right here. Have a look over it.”

Forrester scanned the document, which was some fifteen pages long. Everything looked to be in order. He picked up a pen and scrawled his name and the date on the line assigned.

“And what about the legal fees and transfer fees?” Chapman said. “If you want, I can take them out of the estate before I transfer the money.”