Page 22 of Sunshine & Sinful

“Aww. Fuck.” Sunshine sighs as if watching me hurts. “Don’t do that.”

My bottom lip wobbles, and my nose burns as I try and fail to stave off the inevitable.

Pain rips from my throat as I succumb to the onslaught of every emotion I’ve buried for months. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t feel like this. I can’t live like this. I don’t want to feel this way.

Muscular arms scoop beneath my legs, and before I can process what’s happening, Sunshine carries me to the bedroom and sets me on the edge of my bed. He clicks on the lamp on the nightstand and kneels at my feet. Wetness glosses his sad, gray eyes as he stares up at me, straight into my soul.

He brushes the salty heartbreak from my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, my sweets. So fuckin’ sorry.”

“You lied,” I croak. “You’re my home, and you lied.”

Scooting closer, Sunshine drops his hands from my face and rubs them up and down my bare thighs. “I know. Fuck. I know. I promise I’ll tell you everything. In the morning, we’ll have a fresh start. Tonight, just let me hold you.”

Biting my bottom lip, I shake my head. “No,” I whisper,afraid to trust him, to believe this is real. I’ve been stupid before.

“Sweets. No more hurting. Never again,” he vows.

“Don’t lie, Colton.” I hiccup. “You can’t promise that.”

“I promise to never lie to you again. That, I can promise.” Without my answer, he rises to his feet and kneels on the mattress behind me. It dips beneath his weight as Sunshine brushes wayward strands of hair off my neck. I shiver from toes to nose as he unfastens my dress. The zipper retracting echoes in my ears, and coolness envelops my back. Sunshine doesn’t stop there when he slides the black lace from my shoulders. The tape holding my breasts in place detaches, leaving me exposed, as the fabric slides down my chest to pool in my lap. My nipples harden from the cold. Goosebumps rise across my breasts, puckering the skin.

A low, animalistic rumble sounds in the back of his throat as he climbs off the bed to kneel in front of me once more. With care only he possesses, he shimmies my dress from around my waist and down my legs, leaving me in nothing more than a pair of black lace panties.

He’s never seen me this way before.

For whatever reason, call it stupidity if you want, I don’t care. I’m exposed. His eyes are kind as he rakes my form—no judgment, only warmth as he reaches out and carefully peels the tape remnants from my chest and tosses them on the floor to deal with later. His knuckle brushes against my hardened nipple, and I suck in a harsh, unexpected breath. A ripple of something else entirely pools in my center.

“Colton,” I gasp.

“I’ve got you, Sweets. Always,” he swears, and for once, I believe him, even if I shouldn’t.

Lifting my legs into the air, my ex-father-in-law drops my back against the soft mattress. My breasts bounce on contact. Another sound percolates in his throat as he props my ankles on his muscular shoulders and glides his palms up my smooth calves and thighs to my hips. Ever so slowly, as if waiting for me to stop him, he hooks a finger into each side of my panties and slides them down my legs, exposing everything to him. Every inch. Every fold. Every private part.

Thickness tents in his sweats as he tosses my thong on the floor and swivels my legs so I’m lying naked in bed, my head on a pillow, arms down at my sides.

“Should’ve pulled the blanket back first, huh?” He chuckles, soaking in the length of me. His head shakes in awe. “You’re perfect,” he whispers, swiping two fingers across my knee.

Unexpected shyness flutters low in my belly as I watch Sunshine hook both thumbs into the band of his sweats and drop them to the floor. His length bobs, fully awake and slick on the tip, as he rounds the bed and slides onto the mattress next to me. Resting on his side, an elbow holding his head up, his girthy cock brushes my thigh in a simple hello—an I-missed-you-old-friend, leaving a wet imprint in its wake.

Shutting my brain off, I try not to think, only do, when I curl onto my side, offering my back to him. Sighing in relief, he slides behind me, nestling his dick against my butt. Familiar arms envelop me. A splayed palm presses tothe center of my stomach, covering the raven of my tattoo. Heat wafts across the back of my neck as his nose nuzzles there. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” I admit, even if he doesn’t deserve to know the truth. Because I have missed this. Him.

A satisfied sound vibrates in his throat as Sunshine brushes hair from my neck and presses a simple kiss there. “Now sleep, my sweets. We’ll talk in the mornin’. I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” Concurring with his statement, the cock pressed against my bottom jerks.

Blowing out a breath, I bathe in his words, his presence, and the peace I haven’t felt in months.

He’s home.

With me.

Holding me.

Protecting me.

Tonight, that’s all that matters.

Tomorrow, we’ll figure everything out.

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