Page 99 of My Best Years

I’ve missed this woman so much that it physically hurts. Birdie’s misty eyes roam down my face, tracking a lone tear that rolls down my cheek.

“Cal…” she croaks. Her bottom lip trembles as her own tears start to form. “It’s always been you. From the little boy on the bus with messy hair to the beautiful man you are now. Whether I wanted it or not, you’ve always had my heart.Always.”

If she only knew how much she saved that little boy by simply loving him. That he’s here today because of her.

Quicker than she can blink away her next tear, I’m on her again. Her lips slide against mine as I spin us around and walk toward my king-sized bed. Our salty tears intermingle, falling down to our tongues as we kiss fervently. Our mouths never part as my thighs bump against the mattress.

The second I lower her to the bed, we’re frantically tearing at each other’s clothes. Our hands are everywhere, desperate to be skin-to-skin.

I rip off her tank top and bra in one motion before she unbuttons my jeans. She tugs off my shirt while I yank down my pants and underwear, leaving them discarded on the floor. My pulse quickens when Birdie’s little jean shorts land on the floor beside my feet. My freed cock twitches against my stomach when her lacy, pink panties join the party, landing in the pile of our clothes.

Fucking hell.

I slowly lift my gaze to find Birdie lying completely naked onmybed. The bed that I’ve spent countless nights dreaming of her. The bed where I fucked my hand, clenched my eyes shut, and imagined it was her I was thrusting into.

If I think too much about what’s happening right now, I’ll convince myself that this isn't real. Never in a million years would I have thought we would be here after what we’ve been through. But here we are, seconds away from losing ourselves in one another.

The window in my room faces the ocean, allowing a blue glow of moonlight to dance across her skin like pearls. Her braid must have come loose when we ripped our clothesoff because her sun-kissed hair is fanned out against the mattress. She looks like a golden goddess.

Her cheeks are flushed and full of color, matching the shade of her puffy lips. My eyes drag down to her perfectly round tits, rising and falling with quick breaths. Her little rose-tipped nipples are hard and pointed, begging to be sucked, and—fuck, I’m dying to take them between my teeth.

I reach for my cock, giving it a light stroke as my gaze lowers to her toned stomach. Barely visible blonde hairs lead to the space between her legs.

Putting on a show for me, she wrenches her thighs apart, giving me a direct view of her glistening pussy. My balls ache as I watch a drop of milky arousal leak from her slit.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I haven’t even touched her, and she’s dripping for me.

I shake my head in awe and step between her parted legs. My fingers tremble as I run my hands up and down her butter-soft thighs.

“Birdie,” I choke out as my eyes roam every inch of her bare skin. “You’re breathtaking. So unbelievably stunning. The most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.”

Her lips curve up in a seductive smile as she reaches for my wrist.

“Come here,” she breathes, pulling me onto the bed with her.

Bracing my free arm next to Birdie’s head, I hover over her as she places a kiss to the inside of my wrist. Right on the tattoo I got just for her.

“I love this.” She digs her teeth into my flesh before kissing the tattoo again.

Nineteen-year-old me would have needed a casket if I’d known that Birdie’s lips and teeth would be marking my tattoo.The intimacy of the act has all the blood in my body rushing south.

“Yeah?” I groan, rubbing my stiff cock against her belly.

“Yeah,” she whispers and wraps her legs around my lower back, pulling my body flush to hers.

We’re completely lined up. Skin to skin. My erection nestled between us, the tip leaking against her belly.

Nothing has ever felt this good—this right.

It could never feel like this with anyone else. My soul is finally at peace as her heart beats in tune with mine.

Birdie Wren Ambrose is the love of my life.

My heart is irrevocably hers.

“You know what I love?” I ask against her lips.

“Hmmm?” she hums.

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