Page 54 of Golden Rule

Or should I saywhojarred me awake.

I blink to get my bearings, staring down my torso to where a set of large shoulders move underneath the blanket. Everything comes rushing back like a flood, the reason I escaped to the living room for peace—West’s coldness, his bad attitude, his harsh words. With that, more of the fog lifts away, but then it completely disappears when the soft, wet heat of his tongue trails up the inside of my thigh, followed by a gentle kiss.

I’m still angry. It feels like I’m right back in the argument, holding my tongue to avoid making things worse. It’s enough that I want to squirm out of his grasp when his hands slip underneath me, pulling me down the cushion by my hips. I toss the blanket off us both, fully intending to tell him he’s sorely mistaken if he thinks this is happening without clearing the air first, but the mere sight of him stops me.

He’s still naked, and my eyes are fixed on the dark images trailing down his back and arms. He buries his face into me. First, there’s only the heat of his breath, but then blood rushes to my now throbbing clit as his tongue sweeps over it, taking a slow taste.

The loose-fitting sheet covering the couch gathers in my hands, and I know I shouldn’t be this easy to break down, but nearly all the fight has drained out of me. We’ve always had this power over each other. Even when we thought all that existed between us was hatred, we were still drawn to one another. Back then, it felt like this toxic cycle we couldn’t break free from—hating one another one day, then not being able to keep our hands off each other the next. But now, as my walls come tumbling down with the prospect of being close to him again, I have an entirely different name for it.

Love.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he says, but before I can even think to form a response, he softly sucks my clit between his lips, detonating tiny burst of pleasure all over my body.

My head pushes deeper into the pillow as I slip one hand into the length of his hair, gripping just a little when he sucks harder, making the already tender bud pulse with need.

“I shouldn’t have raised my voice,” he says in the brief moment that he comes up for air, then his attention is on me again, and I lift my hips toward his face when he swirls his tongue into my slick opening.

I’m his. Completely. Even on the rare occasion that he’s a dick, and we fall out. He knows every inch of me, inside and out, and it’s for this reason that it never takes me long to come when he touches me.

“West…” I whimper, gasping when he replaces his tongue with two fingers, pumping them into me. Slow. In rhythm. His mouth travels back to my clit, and I’m desperate, so close to finishing, but I don’t want to come like this.

“Give me your cock.”

My command has his mouth and hand going still. Maybe, before now, he thought I was too angry to want him—allof him—but I’ll never be too angry for that.

He’s a sight to behold as he pulls himself up to his knees, the couch dipping with his weight where he settles between my legs. His cock is solid, thick, heavy, and the memory of how it fills me has my teeth sinking into my lip with anticipation. He grips himself, angling toward my opening, then stretches me when his tip settles between my lower lips.

I stare down my body as his length disappears inside me, enjoying the look of deep relief that morphs his expression. He backs his hips away again, taking away nearly every inch, then he powers his way back inside me the next second. The sound of my wetness fills the room as I swallow him into my heat. He covers me with his weight now, one hand gripping the back of the sofa, the other planted on the pillow beside my head. He goes so, so deep, grinding into me, the base of his dick massaging my clit with every thrust.

I can hardly remember why we were even on the outs. I’m completely blinded by the sweet, gentle blaze of an orgasm moving over my body, taking me over from the inside out.

My pussy grips him tighter when I arch toward his chest, giving in to pleasure. An intense tingling jolt has my clit pulsing as I come for him, feeling his arm tense in my hand. He lets out a deep, throaty groan, pumping harder, pounding into me as my orgasm grows to full strength, and his begins. I welcome the feel of warmth and pressure as hot streams of cum empty from his cock. There’s a feeling of possessiveness that surges through me, and I lean into it because the thought that flutters through my head as he finishes, panting as he gently lowers onto my chest, is absolutely true.

No matter what happens, no matter where the road leads, he’s mine.

Always.

Chapter Sixteen

TWO MONTHS LATER…

Blue

Apparently, neither the weeks of research we’ve done, nor the two months wait to get on Dr. Tyler’s schedule were enough to prepare me for this moment.

A softly spoken, “Everything will be okay,” from West alerts me that I’m tense, and I loosen my grip on his hand, only now realizing how hard I’m squeezing.

Today marks the first day of whatcouldbe our final round of treatment. It’s been an emotional rollercoaster fraught with immeasurable doubt, but ultimately, we want this. We welcomethe ups and even the brutal downs. All because, if the end result is that we get to be some little one’s mom and dad, it will all have been worth it.

My thoughts shift to our recent move, to the four empty bedrooms down the hallway from mine and West’s. We agreed to only put rugs inside them for now, under the guise that we intend to take our time decorating, filling the spaces with meaningful pieces. But, in truth, those rooms are bare because we’re hopeful. Hopeful that things will go our way this time, and we’ll get to choose one of those rooms for our little boy or girl.

West lifts my hand to his lips, then places a kiss there. The contact settles my nerves, bringing me back to the present. He’s right. Even if this doesn’t go our way, everything will stillbe okay.

But, damn… I really,reallypray this goes our way.

The doorknob twists, and my eyes dart there as a man with salt-and-pepper hair peeks inside, his warm smile drawing some of the chill from the room as he enters.

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Golden. Pleasure meeting you both. I’m Dr. Tyler.”

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