Page 85 of Just My Luck

My chest ached. “I’m worried,” I finally admitted.

“About what?”

“He knows—about my conviction. He made an offhand comment about it in the library. He was already pissed about our relationship, but what if he uses my past to?—”

“Shh. It’s okay.” Sloane’s eyes bore into mine without wavering. “It doesn’t matter. I promise.”

Her words were sure, but worry gnawed at my gut. Jared didn’t appear like the kind of man to let things slide. He reminded me of my father in that way—willing to do whatever it took to win.

My arms wrapped around her frame, pulling her into me. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.

I need you.

I can’t let you go.

Emotion tore at me. Everything I never thought was possible was encircled in my arms. Sloane had given me everything despite the fact I didn’t deserve it.

My hands moved down her back. She’d stolen another one of my T-shirts to act as pajamas, and I teased the hem. Her legs moved between mine as she moaned softly. Her soft lips pressed against my neck, and I hummed with pleasure.

I shifted, moving Sloane beneath me so I could see her.

Feel her.

With my weight pressing her into the mattress, I stared down at her. Her soft hair fanned around her head as she peered up at me.

My hand slid down her side, molding to her every curve. My cock thickened as I pressed my hips into her. I moved the shirt up and over her head, leaving her bare beneath me. Her skin glowed in the soft moonlight. “You are radiant.”

My fingertips barely brushed across her belly and down her thigh. Her hips tipped up, silently pleading for more. “Abel.”

My heart clanged as I memorized every hill and valley of her body, every place I wanted to disappear to explore. I cupped her breast, gently squeezing as her nipple pebbled beneath my palm. I worked my way up, achingly slowly. I freed my cock and let the heat of her pussy warm me. My hard length pressed against her without entering. I throbbed against her heat, my cock begging for more.

My palm slid over her neck and gently held her face, willing her to look at me.

Her long lashes swooped down, then up as her gaze found mine. “I don’t deserve this life with you. I know that...” Her lips parted to argue, but I forged ahead. “I don’t. But I need you to know that I will fight for you. My right to happiness—the light in my soul—died on that dark highway, but somehow, you brought me back to life.”

I swallowed hard and fought to find the courage to tell her exactly what I was desperately trying to convey. “I love you.”

Sloane gasped as I shifted and drove into her hot, wet cunt. She clamped around me as I moved in and out of her, pistoning my hips and reveling in the way her arms and legs held me closer.

I worshipped her in every way that she deserved, bringing her to the peak before grinding my hips against her and giving her everything she needed to come. Sloane cried out and pulled me closer.

With her limbs wrapped around me, I pumped my release into her, filling her until my cum seeped past my cock and down her thigh. My heart hammered in time with hers as our chests, slicked with sweat, pressed against each other.

Sated and soaring, I lifted my weight from her and peered down at her gorgeous face. A soft smile teased her lips, and her eyes were closed. I studied my wife, adoring every freckle and pore.

A silent tear slipped past her closed lashes. My thumb darted out to sweep it away as panic tingled my spine. “Hey. Baby, why are you crying? Did I hurt you? What’s going on?”

Her head jerked to the side. “Not at all. I just... I love you too.A lot.” Her eyes opened and searched mine. “I just really don’t want to divorce you.” Her watery laugh filled the dark room and my hold tightened.

The tender bruise of my heart throbbed as I held her. “You’re my wife. If I get my way, nothing is going to change that.”

My words rang true, despite the titter of uncertainty that scratched in my brain. My intuition told me that nothing in my life was meant to be this easy. This pure or simple. It was only a matter of time before the hammer swung, and my past took it all away.

THIRTY

SLOANE

Warm morning sunshinebeamed through the kitchen windows. I looked across the kitchen island at Abel, who was busy plating breakfast for the kids. Ben and Tillie were sitting at the island, Tillie with her sketch pad beside her, Ben chattering away as Abel pulled slices of french toast off the griddle.

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