Page 76 of Trust Me With Forever

Her hand rested on my knee, and her touch sent a rush of heat through my body. It took everything I had to keep my dick from hardening.

She said, “None of tonight would’ve been possible without you, Rafe. I hope you know that.”

“I think you would’ve gotten there by yourself. Maybe it would’ve taken a few more days, but your family would never sit by while some asshole badmouths you to the world.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Without you, I might’ve run away. It’s something I’ve thought about doing on and off since returning to Starry Hills.”

I was never so glad to see the entry to my property so I could talk to Abby properly. After pulling up the drive and parking, I turned to face her. “I don’t think you would’ve run.” I hesitated, not wanting to reveal even more of my flaws. But if I ever wanted to win Abby for real, I had to be honest. More so than I’d ever been in my life. So I took a deep breath and added, “Youare braver than me, in that regard.” She opened her mouth to protest, but I beat her to it. “No, you are. Yes, you had a setback. But you still came home and tried to deal with it. You didn’t pretend to be someone else in public, distracting yourself with parties and women and booze. You might’ve kept a secret, but you still returned home.”

“You did too, eventually.”

“Only because I was forced into retirement and had nowhere else to go.”

She shook her head. “No, you knew exactly where you belonged, even if you hadn’t realized yourself.” She smiled. “Starry Hills is your home, Rafael. Family and friendship and even supporting the community—you want and need all of that.”

Before I could think better of it, I blurted, “What I need is you.”

She sucked in a breath, and I wondered if I’d fucked up. Then she leaned forward and whispered, “Then come and get me.”

After exiting the car, she rushed to the front door and opened it. I turned off the car and followed, doing my best not to limp—rushing after Abby at Lyme Park hadn’t done me any favors—and saw her at the top of the stairs. She smiled at me and then went into a bedroom.

My bedroom.

I hurried as much as I could until I finally stopped at the doorway of my room. Abby was only in her bra and panties, lying on my bed, with her hand propping up her head. “I’m cold, Rafael. Come warm me up.”

Striding toward her, I tugged off my jacket and then my shirt. “Are you sure?”

She laid back and arched her back. “I’m sure.”

I unbuttoned my jeans. “You don’t owe me anything, Abby. If you want this, I’ll fucking make it so good, love. But there are zero strings attached to me helping you.”

She slid down her bra straps. “I know. I’ve wanted this for a long time, Rafe. Now, come make me forget about the outside world for a little while.”

As soon as she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside, my mouth watered at her hard little nipples.

She sat up, gently batted my hands away, and slowly unzipped my fly. I was so hard, even just the brush of her fingers against me made me hiss.

After pushing my jeans and boxers down, she lightly traced the top of my cock, back and forth, so gently I almost didn’t feel it.

Her eyes finally met mine. “Take your pants all the way off, Rafe.”

My hesitation vanished, and I quickly shucked my shoes and remaining clothes. As I stroked my dick, Abby’s gaze zeroed in on me and she licked her lips. I groaned as I let out a drop of precum.

She rose from the bed, knelt before me, and pushed my hand away. Her hot breath danced across the head of my cock, and it took every bit of strength I possessed not to fuck her mouth right then and there.

We’d long ago discussed recent tests and being clean, so she didn’t hesitate to lick the drop of wetness from my cock. I threaded the fingers of one hand into her hair and groaned. As her tongue lightly lapped me, my balls tightened further.

No woman’s touch had ever affected me like this before.

And if I had my way, this woman would be my forever.

Then Abby took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she bobbed and used her hand to stroke in time to her movements. The sight of her, the feel of her, the scent of her made me even harder. “Fuck, yes. Just like that. You feel so fucking good, so perfect, love.”

Hesitation flashed in her eyes, and I tugged her head back until she released me. “I’m not saying it just because, Abigail. I promised to be honest with my wife, and I am. Your mouth feels so fucking good, love. So much so that it wouldn’t take much more to make me come.”

I helped her up, pulled her flush against me, and lightly caressed her cheek. “Do you believe me?”

She searched my gaze, and then smiled. “I think I do.”

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