Page 41 of Silver Fox's Twin Babies

“No,” I said, more forcefully than I wanted to. I gripped her by the shoulders and held her back at arm’s length to look her in the eye. Tears streaked her cheeks with black mascara. “You are not horrible.”

My throat constricted; I felt choked up, like words wouldn’t form now. Looking into her eyes I saw the sparkle there that matched Vera’s. The tiny flecks of gold in her dark chocolate eyes reminded me of Parker’s when he won a particularly hard video game challenge. Their faces looked like mine, but their hearts matched hers—gentle, timid, loving.

Gratitude for everything she put herself through for me overwhelmed me. Tears burned in my own eyes. This woman took on the responsibility of raising my children completely alone simply because she thought I wanted that life of freedom out on the road. To protect any future relationship I may have. To help me chase my dreams.

“Evan, please say something,” she mumbled. Her hands rose and smeared the mascara across her cheeks as she blinked back more tears.

I shook my head, unable to conjure words for her. The only thing that came to mind as I stared into her eyes was: “I love you.”

Words my mother used to say to me and Jacob as children poured into my mind. Love is patient, love is kind. It doesn’t think selfish things; it isn’t prideful. Every bit of that was true for me. I loved her more than words could say. More than actions could represent.

“I don’t understand…” Amber tried to back away, but I pulled her closer.

“You don’t have to understand. You just have to believe it.”

In that moment I realized it didn’t matter what she had done or what secret she had kept, she was my soulmate. We might have spent years apart, lived very different lives, been separated by time and distance, but our hearts were fated for each other, tied with a string of destiny long before we even met.

I slid my right hand up her neck and cupped her cheek. Brushing the pad of my thumb over the mascara stains on her cheek, I hooked my fingers behind her neck and let my grip tighten there. No words passed between us, but a thousand thoughts flowed through our locked gaze. I couldn’t live without her, no matter how badly I was hurt by what happened. I didn’t want to. She could stomp on my heart a billion times and I would still love her.

“But…you’re not mad?” She sniffled, but she leaned into my touch.

“I’m furious.” My jaw clenched slightly, a momentary knee-jerk reflex, but I took a breath and blew it away. “But love isn’t just for good times.”

“You really love me?” Fresh tears sprang to her eyes. Her disbelief was waning, being carried away on the current of her emotion that sluiced down her cheeks.

“I really love you. Now would you let me kiss you already?”

Amber smiled and laughed through her tears as she nodded. I leaned in, pulling her closer, and pressed my lips against hers. It felt so different from the hot, crazy kisses we had been sharing. I was gentle, taking my time to breathe her in and memorize the sensation of her lips against mine, her tongue sliding along mine.

She splayed her hands on my chest and deepened the kiss, parting her lips to let me enjoy her more fully. I felt her grabbing my sweater, tugging me closer; my other hand lowered to the small of her back, where I encouraged the closeness by pressing her body against mine.

“And you’re happy that you’re a father?”

Her question mumbled against my lips brought on a smile. I took a step toward her, forcing her to take a step backward. “The happiest man alive.” Her curves fit against my body so nicely.

Amber’s cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as she looked down to the floor. “I…I love you too, Evan.”

“Amber.” I tilted her chin up to meet my eyes. “I know.” I saw recognition as she blinked out more tears.

Now both of my hands were on her hips, thumbs dancing across the soft skin just under the edge of her shirt. She kissed me again while I continued backing her toward the bedroom.

“I want to make up for every missed moment,” I said against her ear as my hands left her sides. I continued walking her backward and lifted my hands to her chest where I focused on the pearlescent buttons. I unbuttoned her shirt, one button at a time. “Every missed birthday, every night you cried alone.”

Amber panted as I slid the fabric off her shoulders. Her lace-covered chest rose and fell with each labored breath. The white bra was sexy, supporting her full fleshy globes, but hinting at the nipples that awaited my attention. I bent in front of her, brandishing a wicked grin. “Every missed anniversary, every orgasm.”

Her hands fisted in my hair as I palmed her breasts and massaged them gently, paying special attention to her sensitive peaks. They hardened against my touch, as did the length between my legs. She sucked in a breath when I kissed the inside of her right breast then her left. She watched me bite her skin softly, then work the front clasp to free her nipples for my tongue to enjoy.

“Every night you were never held. Every day you were never told how incredible you are.” I flicked my tongue over one nipple then sucked it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it.

“Evan,” Amber moaned, arching her back, pushing her chest out more for me to suckle on her. Her hands in my hair clenched and pulled gently, urging me on.

“I love you.” I said the words against her skin as I switched sides. The other breast was just as hard and sensitive as the first one. I felt her fingers sliding down my back to my waist then slipping under my sweater to do what I’d done to her. She tugged it higher and pulled it up over my head as I rose, straightening to discard it.

Her hands trailed down my abs then clasped my erection through my jeans. My dick jumped in her palm, hardening and throbbing. I stepped closer to her again, cupping both cheeks hard and crushing my mouth against hers. This kiss was scorching, melding our mouths and hearts together while she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans.

“I want to worship every inch of you,” I said against her ear as she freed my length. She wrapped her warm fingers around me and stroked gently, almost teasingly. “I want to make up for every time you went to bed alone.”

Amber’s breath caught in her throat as I kissed her neck, sucking and biting gently. “No one has ever said things like that to me,” she whispered. Her voice was breathy and aroused.

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