Page 15 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

Fucking hell, she’s squirting.

“Holy fuck.”

I come right then, emptying myself inside of her. It goes on forever. I keep rubbing her clit until she shakes her head, gasping for air.

“Oh, my god,” she whispers, nipples continuing to drip onto my chest before she’s pressing her hands to cover them. “I made such a mess.”

I grunt in disagreement, too blissed to speak. She drapes herself over my chest, giving her full weight and, in turn, her trust. My muscles are pulsing with aftershocks as I hold her in place.

“Nothin’ a shower won’t fix,” I finally say.

“And the bed?”

“Washin’ machine. The place is old but not that old.”

She nods into my shoulder. “Can we shower now?”

My heart jumps at the simplicity of the question. She hasn’t wanted to shower with me for as long as we haven’t been intimate. After I helped her in one the morning after she gave birth, we’ve been showering alone.

“Only if I can wash your hair.”

“Mmm. How about you just wash my everything? I don’t think my arms work anymore.”

“Done.”

And I plan on using our time beneath the water to convince her further of just how phenomenal she is.

6

IVY

Your eyes shine no matterwhere we are.

The curve of your waist fits the palm of my hand like it was crafted that way.

I could kiss your lips every minute of every day and never grow bored.

You taste like a gift from the universe.

Every one of Niko’s statements, spoken like prayers in the shower, embed themselves in my heart, refusing to release their talons from the soft flesh. Even now, hours later, as I sit curled into his side on the couch, a roaring fire before us, I pay a bit too much attention to the effect he’s had on me.

With Junie, it’s always easier to distract myself from uncomfortable situations. God, it’s not even that this is uncomfortable as much as it is . . . unsettling. I’ve spent five months resenting my body, and the way I was so sure that it had turned him off from me, only to realize that I was a giant fool the entire time.

I let unfounded insecurities create a chasm between me and the man who has never once in the last year given me any reason to doubt him.

I could easily blame it on his son. All my self-doubt and worries that one day, another man I love is going to turn out to be a total piece of shit who has hidden his disgust with me just so he doesn’t have to be alone. I’d like to think that I’ve grown as a person since having Junie, though.

Niko isn’t Travis. If he were, I wouldn’t be here. The beautiful life I’ve created with our small but incredible family wouldn’t exist.

“We should check in on Travis,” I blurt out.

The thick arm around my shoulders twitches. “Right now?”

“Maybe? It’s not that late yet, is it?”

I haven’t been paying much attention to the time since we got here. Jill did call before Junie went to bed, but that was an hour or so ago, maybe.

“No. He just might still be at work,” Niko mumbles.

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