Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Jesus, I probably should’ve warned her or primed her first.
“Fuck, sorry,” I groan, pulling back, but her legs lock as best they can around my waist.
“Don’t.”
Our mouths join but it’s more just sharing breath than actual kissing.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask when I press forward once again.
“In the best way possible,” she answers, her knees dropping open a little wider to give me better access.
I find the end of her with every surge forward, and I was wrong about remembering how that first night was. Either my memory is shit or this is even better. I’d swear on a stack of Bibles that I’ve never felt anything like this before.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her, one hand on her cheek, the other near her head to keep from crushing her.
“You feel so g-good,” she stammers before licking her lips.
Jealous of her tongue, I swipe at hers with mine, needing to taste every inch of her.
With our mouths locked, I curl over her body, my hips speeding up.
I swallow each one of her moans much the same way she does mine.
“Baby,” I whisper.
“Me too,” she answers, but her body is already giving me what I need. Her pussy pulses, each one of the tiny muscles inside of her rippling down my length. It’s absolute heaven. Nothing has ever been better.
We had that quick conversation about sex making things complicated, but I think we were both wrong. There’s nothing at all complicated about this. Experiencing this together is the most natural feeling in the world. It’s like being lost for a thousand years only to find home when you least expect it.
When my cock kicks inside of her, my cum filling her, I only have one regret, and that’s not calling her the next day three years ago. As my body shakes from my own orgasm, I try not to think about the regret I’m feeling for missing the last three years of her life. I think I might’ve wanted that as much as I wanted the last two years with Sutton.
Chapter 30
Mila
“You don’t have to cut it with a fork,” Vincent tells Luca as the child struggles with using a butter knife to cut a sausage link. “Look.”
Vincent picks up a link from his own plate and shoves the thing in his mouth.
“Maybe don’t try and eat the entire thing in one go,” I suggest to Luca.
“My hands will get dirty,” Luca says, dropping the knife to his plate but not instantly picking up the sausage.
“Don’t worry,” Vincent says. “It’s our week to shower.”
Luca’s eyes snap from him back to me.
“He’s joking,” I tell him.
“It’s not our week?” Vincent teases, and Luca looks even more confused.
“All children struggle to understand sarcasm and teasing,” Misty says, and I know she does this because she’s reading my face.
I’ve been concerned about deficits with Luca, especially after realizing that his bedroom shared a wall with the drug lab Janet and Carlen had in their above-garage apartment. We had him evaluated last week at the hospital and they didn’t find anything clinically wrong, but we were told to watch him closely and to call with any concerns.
“We get to use water every day,” I tell Luca. “Vincent was just joking.”
The boy looks over at Vincent as if he has to make sure. Vincent smiles, and that seems to be enough to ease the boy’s mind. He tentatively picks up the sausage and takes a bite off the end, accepting a napkin when I pass one across the table to him.
I sit in silence, watching him and the boys interact.
We’ve been here a little over a week, and the man hasn’t once faltered with the kids. He’s never huffed in irritation when they ask the same question a million times in a row. He didn’t get annoyed when we all lost sleep over the new teeth Sutton is cutting. He’s strong and resilient, smiling during the times I want to cry.
He has held me every night. He has felt one hundred percent present since the day we came back from Albuquerque. I haven’t caught him slipping. I know it’s toxic to have one foot in and one foot out of a situation, but for the life of me I just can’t seem to jump in with both feet.
I’ve made so many wrong decisions. There have been so many missteps in my life that I can’t help but wonder if this is one of them. I’ve felt sure about other situations in my life. I was positive that keeping Sutton a secret from Vincent was the right thing to do, and now I know I was so wrong in that choice.
I don’t want this to end up like that. I tried to keep my heart out of it, but I think I knew before we even made it to the clubhouse that it was impossible to do.