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Taking my chin in his hand, he turns my attention back to him. We gaze at each other since our breaths have steadied. Cade wipes my sweaty hair to the side. The tips of his fingers create soft circles on my cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful, do you know that? Inside and out. Sky, you’ve captured my head and heart. After this, you own me. I’m yours, Sky. I will always be yours.”

His lips press against mine, and we release our feelings into the kiss. Sweet as the strum of a violin, and then violent as a tsunami. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, only to wake several times to climb toward our highs and free ourselves with every orgasm. Each time transcends me to another level of awareness. To another level of being. I learn this is where I belong—in Cade’s arms, bed, and soul.

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“A sea of whiskey couldn’t intoxicate me as much as a drop of you.” J.S. Parker

Cade - February 2020

Since my birthday, I can’t get enough of Sky. Around her, I’m inebriated, and when I’m away, there’s this itch for another drink. I’ve provoked the beast in both of us. The first thing I do when I come home from work is bury myself inside her. A desperate cry for closeness. Her pussy is like a pass go and head straight to Heaven, the smell making me hornier and wanting to please her. I ignore the club and bike runs. Sky’s reaction is similar. We clutch onto each other like twisted vines, afraid we’ll lose this new explosion between us.

She’s awakened me after decades of sleepwalking. I breathe better. I’m stronger. It’s a rippling effect; lust, pleasure, contentment, and everything in between. When I wake, hard from dreams, her smooth skin brushes against me. A mixture of sweat and cum fills the air, and we start the day fucking. Mornings are the best. It’s quiet. We find ourselves rested from our nightly sex romps.

Sky is on her stomach, tucked into my side, so I press my face into her hair and take a big inhale. I hear a murmuredmorningescape from her when I get on top, trailing kisses from the back of her neck, down to her ass where I spread her legs. My mouth gulps in her nightly juices, creating new ones. It makes me high,tongue dipping in, nose nuzzled into the crack of her ass. My fingers buff her clit. She muffles her moans into a pillow, yet her butt shifts upwards. With an unhurried entrance to the point of pain, my cock creeps in and out, her legs closed for more friction. She bucks up into my thrusts, and it’s not long before we’re both panting, exhausted from another hit off sex.

As her head rests on my chest, fingers dancing around my abs, she asks, “Are you in a hurry to get to work?”

“I’m never in a hurry to leave you.” My fingertips glide along her back.

Sky kisses me. “I’ve been thinking. Our relationship has changed and we’re building a life together.” She pauses. “Do you think you’ll ever call her?”

I know whom she’s talking about, but I ask anyway.

“Julia.” She shifts to look at me. “I’m not telling you what to do.”

“Good.”

Sky scoots higher to where we’re face-to-face and taps my nose. “However, you should consider it. You’ll always have this anger in the background if you don’t confront them.”

I try to move her to get up, but she’s on top, straddling me. “Don’t be pigheaded.”

“Did you just call me pigheaded?” I tickle her as she shrieks and wiggles to avoid my hands. We roll around the bed until I’m on top.

My hands cradle her face. “I get what you’re—”

She places her hands on top of mine. “No, you don’t. You’re blowing it off because it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Then why mention it if you know I’m uncomfortable?”

Sky regards me, fingers lightly tracing my jawline, nose, mouth. “Because I love you.” She gives me that fucking adorable smile that weakens my resolve. “And meeting her might makeyou feel better. You don’t know all the facts.” I slide to the side, but her thighs clamp around my waist. “Cade?”

“Sky?”

“Do you think meeting Julia is a betrayal to Christine?”

Snap! The question sheds my façade, exposing my vulnerability. Deep down, it feels like a betrayal to Christine and Charlie. They’re not here and I don’t have their consent. They were great parents. What’s the point of rehashing the past? Her thumb trails my lips when I sayyes.

“You know what I believe?”

I laugh to lighten the mood. “No, but I’m guessing you’ll tell me anyway.”

She rubs her nose against mine. “From what you told me about them, they would probably want whatever it takes for you to heal. Christine sounds like a wonderful mother. I’m sure she’d think there’s no harm in talking to Julia; if not to mend a broken relationship, but your heart.”

A lump catches in my throat. I let out a prolonged exhale. “I’ll think about it.”

Sky brushes her lips against mine, waits for a moment, kisses me, and says, “Thank you. Now, what can I do for you?”

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