Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26976 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
His words are like a dam breaking in my heart. All the love we made together comes flooding back inside me. The rush is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Suddenly, our clothes feel like too much. I need him. I just need him.
He all but rips my clothes off me. His follow quickly behind. Then, his hot body is on mine, his mouth urgent and insistent. I moan, accepting him in every way. Our tongues lash as he spreads me open and pushes into me, so feral, so needy, my back arches off the bed. I’m still not used to his piercings, but I’m growing to quickly love the way they massage all the tender spots inside me.
God, I’ve missed him so much.
It’s like all the times before, but better. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. I appreciate every thrust of his hips, each swirl of his tongue against mine, every single groan that vibrates from him. I memorize the moment because I realize moments can be stolen from us. I cling to him, conveying how much I need him and can’t lose him again. His intensity ripples as he makes silent vows with his body. The pleasure builds and builds within me. When he touches my clit, I finally tumble off the cliff. My cry of ecstasy is silenced by his deep kiss. I clench around him with each shudder of my orgasm until I milk his own release from him. Heat floods inside me.
Careless, hopeless, dumb fools.
With Lucca, I lose all sense of reality.
Women with no sex lives don’t need birth control. And men with no sex lives clearly forget to put on a rubber. The fact that we keep sleeping together so irresponsibly should mess me up in the head, but I can’t help but relax in his arms.
He doesn’t pull out of me despite the fact that he’s softened and his cum leaks out onto the bed. It’s as though he misses our closeness every bit as much as I do.
“Breezy, I love you. I never stopped.”
My heart stutters in my chest. “I can’t lose you again. I just can’t, Lucca. My heart won’t survive it.”
“You won’t,” he growls. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. We’re a family.”
I choke out a loud, ugly sob. A family. It feels too good to be true. He kisses me until I calm back down.
“I swear to God, Breezy, I’m going to make it all up to you. Let me love you and our son. We were always meant to be together. It’s been proven. We’re back here together, and you had my son. I can’t lose out on any more time with him or you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper. “I never stopped, even when it hurt so bad. Seeing Christian every day was nothing but a reminder of how much I love you.” I playfully swat his shoulder. “But keep screwing me without a rubber and you’re going to expand this family whether you want to or not.” I won’t lie and say giving Christian a sibling isn’t something I’ve always wanted.
His cock thickens inside me. “I’m making up for lost time, baby.”
And with those words, he thrusts into me hard enough, the bed bangs against the wall. I dig my fingernails into his biceps and kiss him as deeply as I can. I want to make up for lost time too.
A future without Lucca isn’t one I wanted, but was given anyway.
I hold on tight so it never happens again.
He’s mine, and I’m not letting go.
Life has a way of doing a one-eighty on you when you least expect it. Damn, my head is still spinning.
Last time it happened, my world shattered, and I made sacrifices thinking I was doing the right thing. I don’t regret going home to raise Sofina. My baby sister needed me, and I’ll always be there to take care of her, but it was at a hefty price.
Her. Him. My other family.
Missing out on Breezy’s pregnancy and five years of my son’s life hurts. I have a lot of time to make up for, and I intend to do that. Give him everything he deserves and more. I’ve learned time is precious and can change in a heartbeat, so as soon as possible, I’m taking my girl down the aisle—putting a ring on her finger and making this family official.
“Well, it took longer than I expected, but I knew you’d be back,” Autumn’s mother Judy says, shuffling into the kitchen and taking a seat at the breakfast table.
I took the liberty of making a feast for everyone. I’m not missing another meal with my kid. Autumn was worn out after I kept her up all night, so I reluctantly slipped out of bed and got acquainted with the kitchen.
“I would have been back sooner had I known,” I state firmly, serving her some eggs, then taking the seat next to her.