Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I swallowed hard. “He’s really unhappy about it.”
“Funny thing, Aodhan,” she called out as she opened her car door. “Kids don’t have a requirement to be happy. The law states we have to take care of them. Such as feed them, give them a roof over their head, and make sure they’re safe. It says nothing at all about happiness.”
Then she got into her car, closed the door, and backed out of my driveway.
I waited until she was gone, too. Then realized what I was doing.
Stalling.
I walked into my house, closed and locked the door behind me, then found Morrigan watching me from the stool she’d started occupying when Sunny had walked into the house.
“I told myself it didn’t matter,” she said softly, her eyes full of vulnerability. “But it did. It does. Knowing that you didn’t move on…that matters to me. It matters so much that I’m having a hard time breathing right now.”
I swallowed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry I ever unintentionally made you think that about me.”
I was going to tell her if I ever saw her again. But she hadn’t called.
Goddammit, she hadn’t called!
Her fucking father.
When I’d gotten that message, I’d wanted to go over to her father’s house and rip his head off.
But I’d spent enough time away from her. I wasn’t adding any more time to the list because of her father.
“We’ve wasted a lot of years,” she said, standing up.
I felt my heart start to pound.
“We have,” I confirmed.
Years I hadn’t wanted to waste.
Years that we couldn’t get back.
Years that had been torture.
She moved slowly toward me, and I, for once, felt what it was like to be the prey.
By the time she reached me, standing toe to toe, I felt like my heart would fly right out of my chest.
“I’m tired of wasting my life,” she said. “I want you.”
I want you.
Three simple words.
The only three words I needed.
Between one breath and the next, we were in each other’s arms.
Seconds later, I was striding down the length of my hallway toward my stairs, then up toward my bed.
Seconds after that, I was falling with her to the mattress, clothes flying, and things were progressing very fast.
“I don’t…” she said as she pushed me away slightly, both of us panting from our kisses. “I haven’t slept with anyone else.”
“Thank fucking God,” I growled.
“And since I haven’t done that, I don’t know if I’ll pass out,” she admitted.
The thought stilled me.
“I don’t think I will. When I’m sitting or lying, I never pass out,” she confessed. “But you don’t have to stop if…”
I laughed at her. “I’m not going to keep going when you’re passed out.”
She smiled. “I don’t mind.”
CHAPTER 14
No daddy. Just issues.
-Coffee Cup
MORRIGAN
“I don’t mind,” I said.
His carefree laugh sent my heart racing.
Well, racing further. It was already pounding a mile a minute.
I wasn’t sure if this was going to work.
I was so freakin’ nervous.
Not to mention the fact that this was the first time Aodhan and I had been this close in a very long time. This was definitely years in the making.
But then there was the fact that this would be the first time that I’d been intimate with someone after my diagnosis.
I mean, logically, I knew that this would all work out okay. I was with a man that I trusted more than myself, and if things needed to be handled with care, he’d definitely be caring. A lot.
But I wanted this to be okay. I wanted to be normal, in this one little aspect of my life.
I wanted to do this. I really, really wanted to do this.
“What are you thinking about so hard behind those eyes?” he asked, kissing said eyes, forcing me to close them, one by one.
I shivered underneath his nakedness, feeling the hard bits of him, but also relishing in the way he was being so sweet, too.
“I’m hoping I can be normal,” I whispered brokenly. “I don’t want to stop.”
I wanted to feel the excitement of an orgasm with Aodhan.
“Do you pass out when you come on your own?” he asked, his mouth moving softly over the shell of my ear, and the curve of my neck.
“I get nowhere near as excited about masturbating as I am right now, with the possibility of you getting inside of me soon,” I pointed out.
He leaned to the side, his big, scarred, rough hand reaching down and curling around my knee, lifting it up high and pushing it to the side.
Even just that simple of a movement had me all but shaking underneath him, my eyes closing as I allowed myself to feel what it was like to have his hands on me.
God, this was what I’d wanted for so long.
To have his focus on me. To have all his undivided attention.
His hand moved up, going from the back of my knee, to the inside of my thigh, coming just short of stopping his hand right before my mound.