As if she sensed me watching her, her eyes fluttered open.

“What are you doing?” she asked groggily.

“Enjoying the view. Go back to sleep.”

Her lips curved in a sleepy smile. “How long have you been up?”

“Not too long.”

She grinned. “Hours then, huh?”

I chuckled. The difficulty with soul mates was that when you shared a bond unlike anything you’d experienced with another human, they were pretty good at calling bullshit when you tried to hide your heartache.

I brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you this last week.”

“Without me, you wouldn’t have had the worst week of your life.”

I shook my head. “It would’ve come out someday. You can run from lies, but the truth always catches up to you.”

She sighed. “I guess.”

“I think I’ve decided how I’m going to handle things with my ex-wife.”

“You have?”

I nodded. “I think it’s best that I continue not to say anything to Lexi.”

“Oh…wow. Okay. How did you come to that decision?”

“The most important thing is that Charlie not be hurt. I’m the only father she’s ever known, and right now she’s too young to deal with finding out everything in her life is a lie. She needs stability, routine, and predictability—not for me to upend things just to ruin my ex-wife. Lexi wants child support and alimony from me. Jack does well these days, but he can’t afford the cushy life I foot the bill for—trust me. So I think it’s best she thinks she’s keeping some big secret. If she knew I knew, she’d feel financially threatened, and I wouldn’t put it past her to be spiteful and tell a six-year-old her father isn’t really her father.”

I rubbed Stella’s arm. “I texted Jack earlier to let him know, because it felt like the right thing to do. He said biology doesn’t make a family and she’s mine. He doesn’t sound interested in trying to push into Charlie’s life. I despise the guy, but he’s right. Charlie’s my daughter, no matter what the biology says. Not having my DNA doesn’t change that. Someday when she’s older and ready…” I started to get choked up. “I’ll tell her she’s not mine.”

Stella smiled sadly. “I think that makes a lot of sense. Though I can’t imagine it will be easy for you to deal with your ex-wife, knowing what you know.”

I shook my head. “Definitely not. But it’s fine. I’ll do whatever is best for my daughter…for Charlie.”

Stella reached out and cupped my cheek. “Don’t correct yourself when you say my daughter. You are Charlie’s parent. Because a parent is someone who puts the child’s needs before their own, and I’m pretty sure you’re the only one of the three adults in this equation who has always done that.”

I nodded.

Stella stroked my arm quietly for a few minutes. We laid on our sides facing each other, and my hand rested on the bed between us. Though when she attempted to weave her fingers with mine, I realized my hand hadn’t actually been resting on the bed. It was balled into a fist.

She pried my fingers loose. “You’re so tense.”

“Yeah. I should probably go for a run to burn off some of the tension.”

“Do you have to be anywhere today or do anything?”

I shook my head. “I’m not planning on going to the office for my usual half day on Saturday.”

She lifted my hand and brought it to her lips. “You know, I can think of a much more pleasant way for you to burn off some steam than pounding the pavement.”

Even with a sleepless night and the conversation we’d just had, the feel of Stella’s lips on my hand and the mention of pounding already had my mood changing for the better. “Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”

She gently nudged me to roll to my back and climbed on top of me. Straddling my hips, she lifted the T-shirt she’d worn to bed up and over her head. Her full breasts had the best natural lilt. When I sat up to reach for them, Stella held up her pointer finger and wagged it back and forth. “Nope. This is your stress relief. Just lie back and let me do all the work.”

I folded my arms behind my head, assuming she meant she was going to be on top. But instead, she shimmied back and sat on my thighs. Her little hand pulled my cock out of my sweatpants, and her fingers wrapped tightly around it. She gave it a firm squeeze and licked her lips, then bent at the waist and slid her tongue across my crown.

Her eyes glinted devilishly as she licked the bit of precum from my tip and looked up at me. “Show me. Show me how you want me to suck you.”

I groaned and slid my fingers into her hair. Stella’s eyes closed. She lowered her jaw and took almost my full length into her mouth in one smooth motion.

Fuck.

So much better than running.

This was going to be embarrassingly fast, but so fucking needed. As if sensing exactly what it would take, Stella went to work. My entire shaft was soon soaked with her saliva—the kind of wet that every time she bobbed down and pulled back it made the sexiest gurgling sound. She took me in until I bumped the back of her throat and then slid back—over and over again. It was the most glorious feeling and yet also torture at the same time. I wanted so badly to lift my hips and push the rest of the way into her throat, but I didn’t want to hurt her. After a few minutes, she released me and looked up. My hand still clutched her hair, and Stella covered it with hers and dug it in deeper. “Show me. Show me.”

Fuck.

She lowered her mouth again, and this time, after two slides down, I couldn’t take it anymore. I did exactly what she asked for, and when she got to that point where it’s sink or swim—that place at the back of her throat where she would start to pull back, I gently nudged her head down farther. And she opened her fucking throat—opened it wide and swallowed me all the way down.

“Fuuuuuck.”

She’d been able to do that all along and had waited for me to ask for it.

Jesus Christ.

She was already perfect. But now…

Stella pulled back, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me to the tip. She made a sweet hum of approval when I wrapped her hair snugly in my fist and pushed her head back down again. I only lasted two more sucks before my release was suddenly barreling down on me.

“I’m going to come...” I groaned and loosened my grip on her hair.

But she didn’t stop.

“Stella…sweetheart…” This time I used the hair still loosely in my hand to pull her back a little, unsure how loud my voice was. But that only caused her to take me in deeper.

Fuck. She wants me to come down her throat.

Stella didn’t have to wait long. After one more suck I let out a pulsing stream that never seemed to end. I actually started to get a little concerned about how long it lasted, but my sweet girl swallowed every drop.

Even though she’d done all the hard work, my head lolled back on the pillow, and I was completely out of breath. Stella wiped her mouth and climbed up my body. She had the goofiest smile on her face.

“Jesus…that was…I feel like I might have to be taught to walk again.”