Page 121 of Misery and Ecstasy

The past several years have been anything but easy.

Every day that Kins and I get to wake up next to one another is a fucking gift.

And every morning, as we lay tangled together in our bed, we recommit to surviving this war together.

Because that’s what fighting cancer is.

An endless war.

And I do mean endless.

Some soldiers never get to hear their doctors tell them that they’re in remission. They never get to ring that bell, signifying they’ve received their final round of chemo. Either they’re on a regimen they must continue for the rest of their life … or they didn’t survive long enough to complete it.

Others complete treatment, only to be told that it didn’t work or their cancer has returned. From there they have to make the tough decision of whether to fight on or to surrender and try to live the remainder of their life in deceptive peace.

Or if you’re really lucky, you’ll defy all odds and live years past every one of your doctor’s expectations while remaining cancer free.

There isn’t one day that Kins and I don’t thank our lucky stars for the reprieve. But it’s not without its own struggle.

The first year following her surgery was a flurry of therapies, doctor appointments, infusions, and scans. Things have slowed over the years—currently she’s only required to see her oncologist once a year—but we know that tomorrow could bring news that will rock our world all over again.

We’ve met so many people along the way, each one more inspirational than the last. So much so that, in addition to resuming her practice once she was feeling up to it, Kins started a foundation last year to help raise money and awareness for Glioblastoma called Justin’s Junction.

It connects the community to doctors and resources they either don’t know about or can’t afford. It also subsidizes food and lodging for family members of those who are having surgery or going through treatment at a facility far from their home.

I couldn’t be prouder of her or the work she’s been doing.

Sadly, the boy who the foundation is named after lost his battle with GBM eight months after he and Kins first met. His mother was touched, knowing Justin’s name will be memorialized in such a positive way. She and McKinsey have grown very close.

A lot has changed for me and Kins since we first started this journey together.

Our plans. Our goals. Our outlook.

But one thing that will always remain strong and true is the unbridled desire she ignites in me.

Especially with the way she’s dancing by the bonfire right now. She and the girls are in a circle a few feet away from where Saxon, Atticus, and I are sitting, shaking her ass like she doesn’t know what it fucking does to me.

Palming the bulge in my pants, I don’t even bother trying to adjust myself discreetly. The way she’s taunting me has devoured all of my control, and I practically leap from my chair before wrapping my hand around hers.

“Hey!” the other girls call after us, but I’m already tugging her across the grass, up onto the deck, and through the house as she fails to stifle her giggling.

The moment I pull her into our room, I slam the door and push her up against it. The light in her eyes turns dangerous as I plunge my hands in her hair.

Now who’s laughing.

Her locks grew back even more gorgeous and out of control than they once were. I get off on the silkiness as I wrap them around my fist.

McKinsey’s lips are all over my neck as my free hand tears open the buttons of her jeans, pulling them down just enough to get my fingers inside of her.

“Fuck, Kins… How long have you been wet for me?”

I don’t wait for a response before claiming her mouth and swallowing her moan. Her breathing increases with the movement of my fingers as they dance back and forth between her clit and her pussy. With each dip inside of her, I spread another layer of moisture over her sensitive nerves.

“Oh my god… Draven… I need … your cock. Inside me… Now.”

“Uh-uh, Kins. I think a little playtime is in order first. A little teasing … just like you did to me outside.”

I increase the speed of my fingers over her clit before slowing them again. Seeing desire flicker in her eyes, I know she’s going to love every last minute of torture I put her through.

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