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“No. I won’t quit now,” he told her. His hot breath hit her pussy, heating her up from the inside. “I’ve wanted to make love to you since I found you, but I didn’t want to push you. Now, you’re wearing our special lingerie and offering yourself to me. I’m not even close to halting now.” His tongue delved between her legs. He feasted hungrily on her. Her hips fought his hold as she let her body rise higher and higher. Her heart raced in her chest, and she panted.

Her skin felt heated as a thin sheen of sweat covered her stomach. Her thighs quivered as she tensed. Michael’s grip changed to her hips as he made his way up her body. He kissed her stomach as he cupped her breasts. Her hands flew to her scar to cover it, not wanting him to see the faded puckered skin and ruin the moment. His fingers intertwined with hers as he captured her hand.

“Don’t hide from me, Lizzy,” he commanded. The wild gaze in his eyes let her know he felt as affected by their lovemaking as she was.

He covered her nipple with his mouth and began to suck. Her hands roamed in his thick hair as she arched into him, giving him more access.

“I want to touch you,” she murmured as he played with her nipples, bringing them to taut peaks.

He rolled to his side bringing her with him. She leaned down, wasting no time in sliding the boxers off his thick thighs and down his legs. She didn’t stop massaging his calves as she bent over him. Her tongue swiped the tip before she covered him with her mouth. Michael closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the moment.

“I’ve missed you,” he hummed.

“I love you, Michael Harris,” she cooed.

“Your mouth feels hot, baby,” he breathed heavily.

Her hand grasped his balls and squeezed as she sucked and lapped her way up and down his thick rod. She liked making him lose control. His chest blotched red, and his breath hitched faster as his eyes stayed pinned to her and her actions. Her tongue swiped upward making him groan.

“Lizzy, ride me. I want to watch you,” he ordered as he rose to pull her further up on him. He positioned her on her knees. He handed her the small package he had pulled from the bedside table. Lizzy ripped the condom packet open and slid the latex over him. He reached down and slid his fingers through her soaked lady bits. He separated her lips and guided her down on top of him. She clutched his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. Michael cupped her face with his other hand and kissed her savagely as she slid down onto him.

He leaned back, bringing her with him. They lay still for a moment, appreciating the feel of each other. Lizzy sat up and slowly began to undulate her hips as Michael gripped her. He set the motion as he moved and teased her with the length of his cock. Sometimes, he only allowed her to go halfway down and then gave her all of him. His hands covered her breasts, and his thumbs brushed her taut nubs. She sighed and leaned into his caress. He tugged on them, making her moan. She crooned as his touch became harder and more aggressive. She gripped his defined abs to hold on to him as he thrust harder.

“Come, Lizzy Bee,” he gritted between his teeth. She barely heard him as the wave of pleasure started. Her muscles clenched around him. She screamed his name when she reached a dizzying height. Michael let go. His eyes closed as his orgasm rolled over him. Lizzy continued to move her hips, drawing out the last of it.

Michael smiled as he opened his eyes. A single tear ran down her face and landed on his chest.

“We wasted so much time. What if we don’t get a second chance?” Lizzy’s voice trembled.

“Hey. We’re here right now. We need to accept what happened to me, you, and Conner. The fact we’re lying here together proves how strong we are. No matter what life throws in our direction, we’ll lean on each other,” he comforted her. She slid off him and he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand and stood to take care of the condom. A couple of minutes later, she heard the water turn on. Michael returned and helped her from the bed, leading her into the shower. He washed her from head to toe, briefly glancing upward to determine if she cried or if water rolled down her face.

He shut the water off and grabbed a towel. Lizzy helped him tuck in the ends as he dried off the rest of her legs and himself. She walked over to the mirror. Michael stood behind her, holding her in his embrace.

Their reflection stared back at them. She wanted to avoid this. Michael’s face pinched with worry. His face appeared haunted by the ghosts of the past. His mother’s diagnosis had ripped his family apart. Unable to watch his wife wither away after months of trying different treatments, Michael’s father kissed her, walked out of the hospital doors, and never returned until the funeral. His brother showed up once a week and spent exactly thirty minutes. When his imaginary egg timer went off, he promptly kissed his mother and left. Not Michael: he stayed by her side. He moved her home and cared for her until the final days of her life.

Now, she saw the same resigned gaze in his eyes and knew he’d stay with her until the end. Some women might find comfort in knowing the man they loved sacrificed everything to stay with them. Lizzy didn’t think any less of them for it. She preferred to save him from the ugliness of the disease. Yet a small part of her heart clung to him in fear and anxiety, and she struggled with the idea if things turned out for the worse, the breast cancer might not kill her. Leaving Michael would.

CHAPTER NINE

Michael poured a cup of coffee and ate a piece of toast. When he pulled Lizzy into bed last night, he held her in his arms until she fell asleep. When he woke, her arm wrapped around his neck and her hand clenched into a fist. He felt her toss and turn all night, yet she never let go of him or left his side. He slowly slid out of bed and closed the door, letting her sleep. Anxiety filled him and he needed time to gather his thoughts to remain strong for her.

When he heard her moving around in the bedroom, he gulped down the rest of his coffee and poured the pot into the sink. He placed the dish in the dishwasher along with his cup. With the upcoming surgery, Lizzy couldn’t eat after midnight, and he didn’t want to eat or drink in front of her. He made his way back down the hall and opened the door. Lizzy sat on the edge of the bed dressed in her robe.

“Morning, Lizzy Bee. The hospital called and confirmed the time of our arrival. Your surgeon, Dr. Brady’s running on schedule. I checked the fridge and will pick up fresh milk, bread, and orange juice. Can I get you anything?” He kissed her forehead and pulled her to his chest.

“No. Why don’t you go pick the stuff up now? I’ll shower while you’re gone, and I thought we might go for a walk on the path on the mountain. I fell in love with it while working there and don’t know when I’ll return.”

“That sounds like a great idea. When I get back, I’ll help you pack and then we’ll head up there.”

“You don’t need to. The girls packed my things yesterday. I prefer we spend time alone until it’s time to leave for Seattle,” she told him.

Michael nodded and gave her a kiss on the lips before turning toward the door and leaving. He got into the car and backed out of the driveway, as he already turned in the prescriptions to the pharmacy, they were ready for pickup. He turned the car in the direction of the store. His hands fidgeted on the wheel as he drove two streets over and parked.

The bell above the door jingled as Mr. Henkins came from around the back. His usual smile turned into a grim line as he saw Michael approach.

“Good morning, I need to pick up meds for Elizabeth Jacobson,” he told the friendly old man.

“I got them all ready. Do you need counseling on the medications? I can call Dorothy if you have questions.” Mr. Henkins handed him the paper bag.

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