Page 64 of Wanting a Family Man

She clenched her pussy and arched beneath him, exposing her throat to his open-mouthed kisses, rubbing her breasts against his chest.

“It feels so good. Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

He caught her nipple in the V of his fingers and kept to that easy pace, but pressed harder, pulling forth an excruciatingly slow orgasm where the first taut shivers hovered and teased, threatening to be all there was.

She slapped her hands on the bulkhead overhead and lifted her hips, and finally the barreling train of true climax arrived, sending rushes of heat and pulsing clenches through her pelvis and down her legs.

Her orgasm triggered his, and for the longest time, they were pinned together, mouths sealed, bodies joined and trembling while they tried to stifle their long groans of mindless pleasure.

Then all his weight was on her, squashing her breath right out of her before he managed to pull free and roll them onto their sides. The condom went into the bin and they lay damp against each other, limp and dozing, until the alarm went off.

If that could have been Cloe’s life, if the way the next week unfolded could have been her future, she would have grabbed it with both hands.

They took Storm hiking, then she cooked aboard theStorm Ridge. Logan insisted on making it a dinner cruise, even though the weather was iffy. He played captain, so he didn’t drink.

Trystan spent almost the whole time on deck with Biyen, helping him spot animals. The rest of the adults stayed where it was warm in the saloon, watching Storm scoot around the furniture. She was so close to taking her first steps!

Cloe and Trystan took Storm again the next day. They were cooped up on theStorm Ridgesince it was pouring with rain. Out of boredom, Trystan walked them over to see Reid’s office and the marina where Sophie and Logan had adjoining offices.

They took Storm home in the afternoon for her nap, leaving her with Emma while they went back to theStorm Ridgefor their own “nap.”

Wednesday morning, they were off again with a new set of guests, all pleasant, thankfully. The weather was hit and miss, but they saw tons of wildlife that trip, including some seals pulled up on a rocky ledge and an eagle that was diving for fish.

When they got to Bella Coola, Cloe visited the library where she looked at job boards for towns in BC, Alaska, Washington, and Florida. She even did a cursory search for her father’s name. That needle was hiding in a particularly big haystack, and she would need a profile to reach out to any of them, something she was reluctant to do, so she closed out, glum.

Trystan’s mom had taken the kids to visit friends in Nanaimo so Trystan only dropped by to check on their house. Then he collected Cloe from the library and took her back to theStorm Ridge, where they made love with leisurely thoroughness, then showered. By the time Johnny and the guests returned, she and Trystan weren’t even on the same deck.

She felt a little melancholy that they were keeping their affair so secret, but she really couldn’t take teasing or questions or any attention on her sex life at all. She liked having this one thing that was just for her. Her relationship with Trystan was private. Special. She wanted it kept that way.

Then they were heading back into Raven’s Cove, ready to do it all over again.

It was as close to perfect as she could imagine life to be, but she feared it wouldn’t last. Nothing good ever did.

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Trystan kept cyclingfrom guilt to justification and back again.

Fooling around with Cloe was not the best idea he’d ever had, but it felt so damned good. It was more than physical gratification. Helikedher. She was funny and smart, thoughtful and earnest, and she was constantly looking for the bright side. If it was raining and cold, it was a good reason for hot chocolate. If they were out of hot chocolate, it was an opportunity to try something new.

He knew that attitude was her way of resetting her life. She was starting from scratch, moving forward in the way she intended to go on, but it was almost like watching Storm figure out she could pull herself up only to crash onto her butt and bump her chin along the way. He didn’t want to see either of them bump their chin. He wanted to be right there to catch Cloe when she stumbled.

That wasn’t his place, though. Aside from the two nights when they were alone aboard theStorm Ridge, or the occasional stolen hour when the guests and Johnny were out of the way, they maintained a small but well-defined distance.

She was really good at keeping their extracurricular activities private and that bothered him a little. She wasn’t ashamed of him, but that layer of secrecy created a sense that they were doing something they shouldn’t.

They were unattached, consenting adults, he reminded himself. They had every right to screw each other sightless and keep it to themselves.

But she worked for him. She was vulnerable right now. He definitely shouldn’t be having sex with her.

As they finished their cleaning of theStorm Ridge, and it was once again theirs for two days, hereallywanted to drag her into his cabin and have his way with her.

He made himself ask, “You want to make the beds later and head up to the house right now?”

“Sure! Let me get my laundry.”

“Get your toothbrush, too. Reid and Emma are in Victoria. I’m staying with Storm tonight so you can stay, too.”

“Really?” She lit up like a Christmas tree. When they started toward the house a few minutes later, she was practically skipping.

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