Page 62 of Happy Trails & Honey Pots

As good as it felt to be this close to her, the friction of our skin on skin, I knew that there was no way I could get us both over the finish line like this.

I kissed her neck, then whispered against her ear, “Do you want me to keep doing this, or do you want me to fuck you? Hard.”

“Fuck me,” she breathed out. “Hard.”

Just hearing her say those words almost put me over the edge. I felt my dick throb and surge with pent-up release. I hissed as I pulled out of her and sat back in a kneeling position.

“Get on your knees,” I instructed her gruffly.

Her breathing grew even shallower as she did as I asked and got on all fours.

“Now tell me again what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” She looked over her shoulder at me, her mossy green eyes with floating flecks of gold locked on mine. “Hard.”

A deep groan ripped from my chest as I gripped her hip with one hand and my cock with the other. I lined myself up and then put both hands on her hips. Her eyes were still on mine as I pushed into her with so much force it caused her to lose her breath. A silent gasp was all that came out when she opened her mouth.

Her body clamped down around me as I pulled out and pushed in again, this time with even more force. I watched myself as I pulled out of her and then disappeared into her body as I thrust forward, burying myself in her tight, velvety smooth passage. Every time I entered her, I could feel her muscles flutter around my shaft. The ridges of her inner walls intimately massaged my cock, and her feminine lips wrapped around me, hugging my girth as I pumped in and out of her.

“Fuck,” I gritted out as my balls tingled with release and tightened against my body.

Each time I sank into her, she grew wetter. I saw the creamy evidence of her arousal on my shaft. I knew she was close, but I feared I was closer. Leaning forward, I moved my hand from her hip and slid it between her legs. My middle finger grazed her swollen nub, still sensitive from her last climax. Gently, I began to move my finger around it, careful not to touch it. I teased her clit, as I continued the steady rhythm of my thrusts.

Her hands fisted in the sheets as she muffled a cry into the pillow a moment before her thighs began to tremble. When I felt her stomach clench, I brushed my finger across her pleasure button, and her entire body seized with tremors.

It was then that I surged into her flesh once more, giving myself over to my jarring climax. My hands gripped Zoe’s hips and a harsh groan of satisfaction tore from my chest as my release hit me in a violent explosion. Pleasure slammed into me like a Mack truck, knocking me off balance. All I could do was hold on for the ride as lightning bolts of satisfaction exploded through me.

When I began to come back to my senses, I opened my eyes and saw that Zoe was still on all fours in front of me, panting and recovering along with me.

“Holy shit, that was…”

“Really good,” she said through labored breaths.

I slid out of her, and she sank onto her stomach. I wanted to clean up and get a towel to clean Zoe, but I didn’t think my legs would hold me. I lowered down beside Zoe and pulled her against me. She didn’t exactly melt into me, but she didn’t pull away.

“Will you stay tonight?”

She was silent.

If she didn’t want to, I wasn’t going to talk her into it, but I really hoped that she did.

“Yes.” She laid her head against my chest.

It wasn’t everything I wanted, but I would take it. I would take tonight.

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ZOE

As I liftedthe Best Mom Ever mug AJ got me for Mother’s Day last year to my mouth, I inhaled the caramelized, nutty scent of the dark coffee beans I’d ground up earlier this morning and took my first sip of heavenly java. As the hot liquid slid down my throat, I steeled myself for what was in store. Today was not going to be an easy day. It was a day I’d been dreading.

When I set the mug down, I grabbed the pen from beside the fridge and lifted my hand to the calendar. I put an x on the day before as a number popped into my head.

3616

That was how many days it had been since I’d lost Austin. And today, it was going to feel like I was going back to day one because I would be unearthing a lot of memories I’d buried for my own survival.

I’d thought that speaking to Shania and Andy had been hard. They’d interviewed me separately, and then both sent follow-up emails asking about certain events, including how we first met, when I found out I was pregnant, our wedding, when Austin saw AJ for the first time, how I found out he’d been killed, and a lot more. I’d answered all of it, which wasn’t fun, but for somereason, talking about those times seemed easier than seeing the photographic evidence of them. I hadn’t looked at the photos I was about to go get for almost a decade.

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