Page 21 of Anchor

I grunt and take my phone from Harry before stating, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He nods back, and I walk toward the door, needing to see my family.

“Son, you staying for a drink tonight?” I hear my dad ask loudly, and without breaking my stride, I reply, “Nope,” and continue on my path, ignoring the daggers coming from my mother, who needs to understand not every woman will willingly take their husband back after infidelity.

There’re only a few times I’ve stayed for a drink and each time, a clubwhore has tried to come on to me. I don’t need their acrid perfume on me, I don’t need Heaven thinking I’m screwing the women in this room, or worse, fucking Ginger.

I leave the common room and head to my bike without saying anything else.

I sigh, happy Tara’s car is not here as I pull up behind Heaven’s car, a car she refused to let me to buy after she wrecked her old one, tension running through me.

“I swear to fuck, if she slams the door on me, I’ll break the fucker down,” I mumble to myself and climb off my bike.

She knows I’m here, my bike’s not exactly quiet, and I know our son is asleep.

It’s time we got resituated. In the morning, I’ll bring up therapy because at least then, we’ll have someone in the middle, ensuring we get everything out when we talk. And yes, I will be staying the night.

I haven’t had a decent night's sleep in fucking years, and every time we’ve had sex, I’ve left right after—more for her mental health than anything. I know she struggles after we’ve fucked, but we both also know she loves me.

It’s not something that will ever change.

I lift my hand to knock on the door, but it opens before I can touch the wood, and my eyes connect with my girl’s gorgeous iced blue ones before they travel down her body and—fuck me.

I swallow my groan, seeing she’s wearing my shirt from high school, her legs bare.

I fucking knew she took that shirt, despite her denying it.

“You’ve got to stop doing this, Travis, especially getting prospects to intervene with my dates. Enough is enough,” she says with a sigh. I nod, not surprised she knew Western was a prospect.

I reply, “I can’t because I can’t live without you,” before I step forward, grip the back of her head, and press my lips against hers.

She stiffens in my hold, and I get it, usually when we end up kissing it’s after a fight, but when I lick the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth, and I groan as I wrap my arm around her waist and shove my tongue into her mouth, lifting her.

Heaven wraps her legs around my waist as I walk into the house and slam the door shut with my foot before pressing her up against it without breaking the kiss. I move one hand to her ass to keep her up and the other between us, my fingers going to her drenched panties.

I moan and deepen the kiss as I tear her panties from her body, making her gasp, but I swallow it and quickly undo my jeans, pulling my hard cock out, my balls already tightening, wanting a release.

I bite Heaven’s bottom lip and suck it in my mouth as I place my cock at her entrance, then thrust forward.

“Fuck,” I choke at how tight she is, placing my forehead against her neck as she throws her head back and keep my hips still,allowing her to get used to my size and so I don’t fucking come like I’m a boy going through puberty again.

“Travis, I swear to God, if you don’t move…” Heaven warns a few moments later, and I grin against her skin before I pull my hips back, then bite her neck hard, ensuring to leave a mark as I thrust forward and start a rhythm, moving my hips fast and hard, ensuring to tilt them to reach her G-spot.

“Oh God,” she chokes, and I groan when I feel her walls already fluttering around me.

“Come for me, Angel,” I grunt, and as if waiting for my command, she opens her mouth to scream, but I quickly cover it with mine so she doesn’t wake our son, and her sweet, sweet cunt squeezes my dick, and wetness spreads between us.

I bite her lip again, seeing stars as my orgasm joins hers, and I come deep inside, wishing for it to stick, to knock her up.

I need this woman tied to me in every way, including knocking her up repeatedly until she comes back to me, to my arms where she belongs, and I promise I’ll never fucking hurt her the way I did again.

8

Heaven

I try not to tense up when I feel the arm wrapped around me, instead, I try to act like I’m still asleep while wondering how I can sneak away.

I’ve been awake for five minutes, not knowing how to remove myself from Travis’s hold. Yet again, I’ve given in and ended up sleeping with him, though this is the first time in ten years he’s still here in the morning.

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