Page 3 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

I went years without having sex before Ivy stumbled back into my life. And now? Now, I’m fucking ruined.

She’s so gorgeous, so effortlessly sexy that having her this close, pressed against me . . .

My cock throbs as I grip the counter and groan, bringing my mouth to the side of her throat. “Did you wear this on purpose?”

“What purpose would that be?” she asks, flipping the pancakes and turning down the burner.

“I’m so close to takin’ you right here.”

She rubs her cheek to mine, humming. “Taking me where?”

Fitting myself to her back, I grind my cock against her plump ass and reach around to take her tit into my hand, kneading it gently. It’s hard and warm, full of the milk that’s built up overnight.

Her throaty moan shoots right to my balls. I have to squeeze my eyes shut as I count down from twenty.

“Don’t, Niko. I need to feed Junie. I’ll get milk all over you and this nightgown.”

“Been tellin’ you for five months that I wouldn’t mind that.”

Her cheeks flush hot as she drops the spatula on the counter and slips from my hold. The slight wetness left behind on my palm is nearly enough to have me coming in my briefs.

“You’re not doing that, Niko. I’m going to feed Junie while you finish up breakfast. I want to make sure we get everything done for tomorrow.”

“Okay, angel,” I relent, knowing better than to push.

I’ll be here when she decides to give me that part of herself again. Until then, I’m enjoying loving her every other way that I can. She’s far more to me than just someone to share a bed with.

The ring in the lining of my suitcase is proof of that.

Been carrying around the fucking thing for a year. I’m just too terrified of her saying no to have asked her yet. This trip to my old family cabin in the mountains is the last chance I’m offering myself.

We’ll be alone for three days. It isn’t as long as I’d like, but I think it will help get us back to who we were before we had Junie. Being a parent is a blessing that I didn’t think I’d get another shot at. Wanting something and struggling with it once you have it are two separate things that can coincide with one another.

I love my baby girl, and I love my angel. I’m just doing a lot more missing the latter than I anticipated. The first time I was in this position, I was missing an entire half of the equation. Ivy and I didn’t have enough time for just us before Junie was born, and I am struggling with that.

I’m too selfish with her not to. Time doesn’t always work in our favour, though. Especially not when I wasted too much of it watching her be with my son.

I’m ready for this break. And hopefully, we’ll come back home the same people we were before Junie was born, just more complete. Happier, if that’s even possible.

2

IVY

“Doyou think she’s truly okay with watching Junie? I don’t want to force her, and you know how she can be with bringing men around. What if she invites one over and forgets all about Junie?” I ramble from the front seat of Niko’s truck.

We’re parked in front of Jill’s house, but I haven’t been able to get out yet. Junie’s not happy with me about that. She’s pitching a total fit in her car seat, complete with kicking legs and two sets of curled fingers.

“You know she’s not goin’ to do any of that. Don’t sit and convince yourself otherwise. She’s a good friend to all of us,” Niko says, turning off the truck.

I scowl at him because he’s right, and I’m being a total bitch. “Do you really want to leave Junie?”

“Of course I don’t wanna leave my baby girl. Not for one damn day. That doesn’t mean I’m not willin’ to leave her in carin’, trusted hands so we can have some time together.”

Guilt snarls at me as his words sink in. “I know. I’m just nervous. What if something happens? Or Junie feels like we don’t love her anymore?”

“Thinkin’ like that isn’t goin’ to do you any good. We’re not bad parents for this. It’s only a few days. I guarantee she isn’t even goin’ to realize we’re gone.”

“You’re right,” I whisper, biting my lip to keep it from wobbling.

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