Page 63 of Everlasting Love

A groan rumbles from deep within him, and I match it with another moan of my own, ensuring he’s deep down my throat as I do to give him as much pleasure as possible.

He begins to pull away, and instinctually, I reach up and grip his hips to hold him in place. Jerking, he takes a sudden step back, almost stumbling with the action, and at the same time, he explodes. His cum bursts out of him, painting my face and breasts, and my mouth drops open in surprise. His broad chest rises and falls rapidly as he squeezes his eyes closed and fists his hands. His orgasm drips down my face, and I bring my hand up to wipe it from my eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Shane. I didn’t mean to touch you. I wasn’t thinking in the moment, all I knew was I didn’t want you to pull away,” I apologize quickly, hoping my explanation is enough.

His eyes snap open, the warm brown of his irises tracing every inch of my face before dropping to my breasts and widening. “Fuck, Violet. I’m sorry. I never should have let it go this far. This was completely my fault.”

I push up to stand, but he places his strong hand on my shoulder. “Stay. I’ll clean you up.”

The deep timbre of his voice sends a shiver racing through my body, and goosebumps fan out across my flesh. I drop my butt on my heels and wait as he leaves the room. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, I suddenly feel exposed kneeling on a cushion in the middle of Mom’s garage.

Really, Violet. What were you thinking?

Shane returns and crouches down. “Close your eyes, Blue,” he murmurs gently. I do as he says and then feel warm, soft cotton gently brushing across my eyelids, cheeks, nose, lips, and chin. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He softly wipes down my throat and across the top of my breasts and I feel bereft that he’s removed his essence from me. “There,” he whispers as he kisses the space behind my ear so softly I wonder if I imagined the touch of his lips.

I open my eyes and his brutally handsome face etched with concern fills my entire vision. My lips tip up in a shaky smile. “Thank you.” Time seems to freeze as we pause for a moment, each of us watching the other. Me completely naked, him still fully clothed. And I can’t help but notice the parallels in our relationship. I’ve been somewhat bare and vulnerable more times than I care to admit, while Shane maintains his composure and rarely lets his guard down. Tonight was the first time I’ve seen him slightly off-balance, and it was only for a moment.

He holds out his hand, and I place mine in his. “Let me help you.” He tugs me to my feet, then collects my panties and camisole. Crouching down at my feet, he taps each shaky leg so I can put my feet through the legs of my panties, and then slides them up into place, ensuring the elastic is smooth at my hips. He leans forward and softly presses his lips against the front panel and I feel it through every cell of my body all the way to my toes and back again. Standing slowly, I tip my head back so I don’t lose his gaze on me. “You’re so damn perfect,” he rasps. He taps my arms. “Lift.”

I do as he says, and he slides my camisole over my arms and head, slipping the silky fabric down my body. Once it’s in place, he dips his head and kisses each of my breasts over the fabric. My breathing becomes shallow, and I’m pretty sure I’m ready to rip the fabric from my body and beg him to take me here and now, to hell with the consequences. Without a word, he presses his lips to mine in a chaste kiss. “Thank you for tonight, Blue.” Turning my body so I’m facing the door into the house, he smacks my ass. “Now back to bed, gorgeous.”

I jump at the sudden strike, and when I look back at Shane over my shoulder, one side of his mouth is tipped up in a half smile, but I’ll take it. He winks at me, and I feel as though some of the heaviness from a few moments ago has been lifted and that we’ll be okay come morning. Ihopewe’ll be okay.

I make it upstairs, close the door to my bedroom, and lean back against it, a genuine grin on my face. Holding in my squeal, I flop onto my bed, bouncing once before snuggling down beneath the covers and falling asleep almost instantly.

When I stepinto the kitchen, Shane’s already leaning against the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee. He silently pushes a steaming hot cup of tea across to me, and I have to press my lips together so I don’t outwardly smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” His eyes scan me from head to toe. “I offered to take your mom to the airport.”

I sip my tea, my eyes dropping closed as I enjoy the warmth. “Thank you. I bet she loves you. She hates getting an Uber.” I spin toward the fridge and gather what I need for Jas’s lunch.

“I like to feel useful.” He parks his butt against the counter and watches me prepare lunch and snacks for my daughter. Once it’s ready, I grab the oats and set about making enough for all of us for breakfast. Shane slices some bananas and places the cut fruit and honey on the table. “Anything else I can help with?”

I shake my head. “No, I think we’re good. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’m happy to help.”

Jas skips into the kitchen with Mom hot on her heels. “I’m hungry, Mommy.”

I lean down and kiss her soft cheek. “Well … breakfast is almost ready. Can you please put the spoons on the table?”

“Okay.” She grabs four spoons from the drawer and places one at each setting, moving her table setting closer to where Shane was sitting last night.

“Morning, love.” Mom kisses my cheek and grabs a cup from the hook to pour herself a cup of coffee. “I have so much to do. I need to finalize the plans for the apartment project over on Twelfth Street before my flight later this morning. I won’t have time to prepare dinner for you guys, will you be all right?”

“Of course, Mom. Idoknow how to cook dinner.” I roll my eyes internally. Mom seems to forget that I had to run a household when I was married to Allen.

“I can cook dinner tonight, Rose,” Shane says over the top of me.

Mom smiles at him with affection. “Thank you. You’re an angel.” She turns to me. “Did Shane tell you he’s driving me to the airport?”

I nod as Shane says, “No problem.”

We eat breakfast and clean up, then after saying goodbye to Mom, I wrangle Jas out the door. “Shane, are you coming to school with me? I can show you my favorite puzzle.”

He glances up at me, then back to my daughter as we walk toward my car. “You want me there?” He sounds surprised, and I’m not sure why. Jas would glue herself to him if she could. She nods. “That sounds awesome. Do you think I’ll be allowed?” My heart flutters and my belly flips as he smiles down at my daughter who’s beaming up at him. I’ll never get used to how open he is about his affection for the girls. I bet he doesn’t even realize how incredible that is.

“Other daddies come into class,” she tells him as she bounces on her toes and my heart thumps against my ribs. Shane doesn’t miss a beat though.

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