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“Ted, a baby is crying–”

I do not complete my words because he is claiming my mouth now, the laptop, the still-running television, and Isla or Luna’s cries, which are almost forgotten.

CHAPTER 19

Ted

The summer sun's heat beams down, and Winnie looks radiant in it.

She looks softer today. She’s looked softer and softer every day since we got our girls back.

Seeing Winnie with them, with our daughters… It’s unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. My heart cracked open the day I met Luna. I never thought I could do it again, but with Isla, and now, seeing Winnie with them both… I experience a deeper form of love every day.

I can’t tell her, of course. She’s not ready to hear it.

I know Winnie. I don’t remember when I got to know her the way I do. It happened slowly over time, but now, I know that I know her—that the pinch of her brow means she’s upset, that the curve of her lips means she’s holding in a laugh.

I know right now that the way she’s walking on the clear green land, her face turned up towards the sun, means that she’s happy.

“I forgot how beautiful it was,” Winnie says, turning to me with a smile. She places a hand horizontally over her eyes, blocking the sun. Today, in her pink sundress and sandals, she looks like someone I might have dreamed into existence.

“It’s yours,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “What?”

I cross to her, and my hands flicker upwards, wanting to touch her. Her eyes drop to them, and she smiles at me wryly.

“Here,” I say, and I hand over the deed to the land. “It should have always been yours. Yours and Austin’s. I’m sorry my father took it from you.” I feel a swell of rage, just thinking about it. “The way he took so much. Jesus. You must hate us.” I would. I know it. I almost hate my father now, and I didn’t live with the lies like Winnie did for those months, didn’t have up to a year with Luna anyway, and didn’t have the affection of him as my father to soften the betrayal.

“Thank you, Ted,” Winnie says, eyes warm and sincere. She places a hand on my cheek.

I can’t stop myself. I kiss her.

Thankfully, Winnie kisses me back.

Her mouth is soft and giving. As always, when she kisses me, the barest of touches fills me with a desire so deep that it feels like I might be drowning in it. The sun is warm all around us, and she is warmer, somehow, brighter than even the sun.

“I want you,” I confess, pressing my mouth against her cheek, her lips, her jaw—anywhere I can reach.

Winnie’s hands grab my shirt. Carefully, she drags me down to the ground. “Have me, then,” she says softly and pulls at the rope holding her dress together. It falls away, back to the grass, and she lays on it in just a thin pair of panties. My cock hardens, the blood rushing there so fast I feel dizzy from losing it in my head.

“Winnie,” I exhale, feeling like I’ve been hit in the chest. I can’t breathe, looking at her in the warm sunlight.

“No one is around for miles, Ted,” she reminds me, and it’s true. We are isolated out here, miles and miles and miles from the nearest house. “Please?”

I can’t deny her. And I don’t want to.

I’m thankful for the casual outfit I’m in today, disrobing quickly. Even though it feels odd to be naked outside like this, in the bright, hot sunlight, it also is freeing.

And then Winnie’s warm hands are covering my cock, and it doesn’t matter if it’s outside or inside or underwater—all that matters is her.

She guides me to her easily, and I force myself to keep my eyes open. I watch her face—her gorgeous, breathtaking face—as I enter her. Her lips form a round ‘O’, eyes wide and fluttering, and then she relaxes entirely against the ground.

I move my hips slowly. I want to savor this, to make this moment last. My fingers move up her sides, across her ribcage, to her beautiful tits. I run my thumb across her nipples, watching it pebble. I love her body, love her colors, love the shape, and look of her. Seeing her in the sunlight gives me a new appreciation for the beauty of nature.

As it always is with Winnie, it’s too soon when I start to feel my orgasm climb. I slide a hand between us, watching as she exhales sharply when my curved fingers touch her. The bundle of nerves there are easy to find, and I gently massage as I glide in and out of her. I try to keep my pace matching, even as my balls tighten and my forehead starts to sweat with the effort of holding myself back.

Winnie’s making soft, gasping little sounds, writhing on the ground. Her brown curly hair is like a halo around her head, and I want nothing more than to live in this moment forever, making love to this woman.

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