Free Fighting to Stay by Kasey Millstead Page A

swollen flesh together.
    “Come for me, sugar,” he rumbles.  I fly over the edge and collapse onto his chest, heaving as the force of my orgasm travels through my body.
    He flips us again, but this time I’m on my knees.  Gripping my hips, Roam slams into me so hard I’m sure I’ll have have bruises on my ass cheeks from the force of his blows, but still, I push back against him.  Thirty seconds later, I’m screaming out again as my whole body contracts.  I tighten around his cock so hard, I’m sure it must be painful for him.  He hisses, “ Fuck ,” and stills inside me.  I feel his cock jerk as warm fluid fills me.  We fall flat onto the bed as we try to regain our breath.
    “Wow,” is all I can manage.
    “Now that was a thank you.”
    My body shakes as I laugh quietly.  “It sure was,” I agree.
    ~*~
    “Are you sure I look okay?”
    “Sugar, you look fine.  He’s four, he’s not gonna care what you’re wearin’.”
    “I know that, but I still want to look good.”
    “You look fuckin’ sexy,” he says, eyeing my tight, medium blue distressed jeans and turquoise halter.
    “I don’t want to look sexy , Roam.  I want to look…I don’t know, grown up, or mature , or something.  Not sexy.”
    He laughs at me and tugs my hand, leading us toward his truck.  I’m nervous.  I can’t stop fidgeting.  Today I get to meet Jasper, Roam’s four -year-old son.
    We drive for around an hour before we pull into a tidy, quiet street.  Roam turns into the drive of a well maintained double brick home.  As soon as he cuts the engine, the front door swings open and a handsome little boy comes tearing out screaming, “Daddy.”  Roam swoops him into his arms and throws him in the air before holding him tight to his chest.
    “Missed you, bud,” I hear him say.
    “Missed you too, Daddy.  Who’s that?” He asks, pointing to me.
    “This is my friend, Lacey.  Remember, I told you about her,” Roam answers.
    “Oh yeah, I remember.  Hi, Lacey,” he waves.
    “Hey, Jasper,” I smile, the nerves slowly leaving my body.  He looks just like Roam – dark skin, twinkling blue eyes, but with blonde hair instead of black.  He’s beautiful.
    “Can we go now, Dad?”  He asks, excitedly.
    “Yep. Go say ‘bye to your mom.”
    Jasper runs off and Roam looks to me.  “He looks just like you,” I smile.
    “He’s a good kid.”
    “Do you need to go in and visit with Amy before we go?”
    Before he can answer, Jasper comes racing out with a back pack slung over his little shoulders.  Behind him, a woman is yelling at him to slow down.  She’s got a smile on her face though, and the way she says the words and looks at the child, you just know he means the world to her. 
    “Hey, Ro,” she goes up on her tip toes to give his cheek a kiss.
    “Amy, how you doin’?”
    “Doin’ good.  How y’all doin?”
    “Good, thanks,” I smile.
    “This is Lacey.  Lacey this is Amy,” Roam introduces us.
    “Hey,” I give a little wave.
    “Hey, Lacey.  Nice to meet you.”
    “You too.  You’ve got a gorgeous boy,” I say, genuinely.
    “Why, thank you.  You’re too kind.”   She flashes a brilliant white smile at me.  She’s pretty, in a girl-next-door kind of way, and she’s got that Southern charm down pat.
    “Jump in, buddy.”  Roam helps Jasper up into the back seat and we wave to Amy as we drive away.
    Not long later, Roam pulls into a park.  Jasper hasn’t stopped talking the entire drive.  I now know he loves Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Spongebob.  He also likes anything with chocolate in it, especially his dad’s chocolate pancakes, which, he told me, Roam makes him every Sunday when he is at his dad’s house.  He also likes his bacon extra crispy and he absolutely loves his father’s motorcycle. He gabbed nonstop about everything bike related.  Roam just smiled like a proud dad and I nodded along, pretending I knew what he was talking about.
    As soon as the