Page 41 of Till Cupid Do Us Part

The pressure of her squeezing me in her tight ass draws my orgasm out, tipping it off the current scale and onto another. She rips her nipple from my mouth and bows her back, writhing in my lap.

“Fuckin’ love you,” I whisper, shaking beneath her.

She nods, mewling slurred words as she rolls her hips. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Take it, angel. Don’t want it leakin’ out of you. Keep it in that perfect ass.”

“So full.”

“It’ll stay full, yeah?”

“Yes,” she whispers, dropping forward to lie on my chest.

I smooth her hair and inhale the scent of her shampoo, begging my heart rate to slow. “You’re incredible.”

“Mmm.”

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Ivy. We have all night still.”

“What about a small nap?”

“While I make dinner?” I ask, kissing her temple.

“Mmm,” she hums again.

“You’ll need to get off of me.”

Her grip tightens, knees pressing flush to my hips. “No.”

I chuckle. “Alright. Not yet.”

We’ll go all night without dinner if it means I can keep her wrapped around me like this. I’m not in a rush. Not with Ivy.

My perfect match. Till Cupid do us part.

14

IVY

I was indeedsore between my legs the entire drive home.

Thankfully, the roads had been plowed before we headed out, keeping the hours in the car pretty smooth. It saved me a lot of wincing and hissing in pain.

Niko’s been wearing a proud little smirk that I’ve teased him endlessly about. I swear there’s even a straightness to his shoulders that wasn’t there three days ago. He’s not the only one feeling the effects of our time away, either.

I’m happier today. Excited to be home but not nervous for things to go back to the way they were. I always knew Niko loved me. There was never a doubt. It was just . . . different.

I think having a baby does more to you emotionally than it does physically. Sure, my body changed and created more than a handful of issues for me. Those issues don’t come close to the emotional turmoil I went through. The trauma caused by birth doesn’t disappear as soon as you’ve healed up.

Every worried moment leading up to the day, the fear with each second that passed in the hospital room not hearing a tiny baby scream, and the exhaustion in the following hours. I was upat all hours of the night feeding a hungry newborn, and nobody mentioned to me that even while she was sleeping, I wasn’t going to be able to sleep with her. I spent more time leaning over the bassinet, listening for Junie’s breaths in the dark, because I was too scared of her stopping than I did catching up on sleep alongside her.

Niko had his fair share of struggles in those early months, but it just isn’t the same. He understands that, and I’m eternally grateful for his support. Every cup of tea brought to me while I was rocking Junie to sleep and the hours he spent staying up beside me during late-night feedings to make sure I wasn’t going to fall asleep and drop her.

It sounds like the bare minimum. It’s not. He saw the bar, raised it over his head, and walked beneath it.

“You look deep in thought,” he says, rubbing at my thigh across the cab.

I turn my head, smiling at him. “I’m just thankful for these last few days. And for you.”

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