Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95816 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
“You won’t, Richard. We’ll help our kids. I’ll help you. You will always be their dad, and they love you so much. We’ll figure it out as a family.”
“And I still have you?”
She cupped my cheek, leaning down to brush her mouth on mine.
“Always, Richard.”
That broke me. I rose, gathering her in my arms. Slanting my head, I took her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her sweet mouth. I kissed her hard. Deep. With every emotion I was feeling. The worry and fear. The uncertainty and trepidation I was experiencing. The need to be close to her overwhelmed me. I tightened my arms, delving my tongue into the heat of her mouth, tangling it with hers, moaning at her taste. The tart of the wine, the lingering flavor of the chocolate, and the taste that was uniquely Katy. Uniquely mine. She held me tight, her fingers clutching my skin, her body pressed as close as she could get. I felt the forgiveness in her kiss, the want she carried for me, the unspoken fears that needed to be assuaged.
I stood, carrying her down the hall, our mouths never breaking apart. In our room, I laid her on the bed, easing back to peer down at her. Her lips were swollen from mine, her hair mussed, and the color high on her cheeks. Her rapid breathing matched my own, and I bent again to kiss her.
“I love you,” I said simply. “Always, Katy.”
“I love you,” she replied.
I tugged my shirt over my head, kicking off my sneakers and sweats. My cock sprang free, hard and aching for her. She curled her fingers and toes, sitting up and yanking her sweater off, making me laugh when she caught it on her elbow. I helped free it, then pulled her shirt over her head, lowering to nuzzle her nipples through the lace of her tank top. She gripped my head, whimpering, squirming on the bed. I kissed my way up her neck, teasing the soft skin with my teeth and tongue, both making Katy whimper. I nuzzled behind her ear, whispering low words to her.
“You taste so good.”
“You smell like heaven. Like home.”
“I want you so much.”
“I need you, my Katy.”
“Have me,” she cried, pulling my face to hers and kissing me with a desperation that matched my own.
I wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, grasping the waistband of her yoga pants and pulling them off her body, throwing them over my shoulder. I didn’t care where they landed. Sitting down, I tugged her to my lap, my cock nestling into her wet heat. I opened my legs, forcing hers apart, and we both moaned as I slid deeper, the blunt head of my cock seeking her center. She gripped my shoulders, lifting herself, then slowly sank down, taking me inside her inch by inch, the heat and wet of her surrounding me. Our eyes locked, never breaking contact until I was flush and seated as deeply as I could go. Katy wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and buried her face into my shoulder.
“Please,” she whispered.
I engulfed her in my arms, knowing what she needed. To be surrounded by me. To feel every inch of my body pressed against hers as we made love. I tangled one hand in her thick hair, grasping the silken strands, and began to move. We rocked in a hard, fast rhythm, our bodies moving as one, our skin never breaking contact. Katy whimpered and moaned. I hissed and growled, praising her.
“So good, Katy. So fucking good.”
“Feel me. Feel what you do to me. Only you.”
“Like that. Oh God, baby, yes. Just like that. Squeeze my cock. Ride me.”
Katy kissed my neck, biting the skin, marking me. I gripped her hips, guiding her as my movements became faster. Harder. I was desperate for her release. To feel the clutch and pull of her as she came around me. To know I’d brought her pleasure.
She cried out, milking my cock, her body tightening and grasping at me. I shouted her name, spilling inside her, my orgasm an explosion of ecstasy and wonder. It seemed to go on forever before I stopped, the spasms becoming quivers, my loud shouts easing off into low, satisfied grunts.
Slowly, we stopped, our skin slick with sweat, our bodies sated, our minds at peace.
I pressed a kiss to her head. “Make-up sex with you is always epic.”
She giggled, peeking up at me. Her eyes were bright blue, peaceful, and filled with love.
“And messy.”
I stood, taking her with me. “A shower, then, Mrs. VanRyan. I’ll get you clean so I can get you dirty all over again.”
She draped her arms around my neck. “Okay then, my darling. Okay.”
13
ASHLEY
I stared at my reflection, running a hand over my hair to smooth the ends. I wanted to look nice for Luc tonight. He was taking me to a party to celebrate someone’s retirement. His best friend Reed was marrying Heather on Saturday, and this was an added thing they were doing as a family. Having met Reed and Heather, I was pleased to be invited. I really liked Heather—we got along well, and I had enjoyed spending time with her. She felt familiar somehow, and we had connected fast. We had a lot in common, and she was easy to talk with. I looked forward to getting to know her better—I had a feeling we were going to be great friends.