Page 61 of Blackout: Book Two

Narrowing her eyes, she wraps a hand around my wrist. Her eyes lock with mine and I nearly come in my pants as she licks my fingers. Before I embarrass myself, I snatch my fingers back. I slide them back inside her pussy and work her until she’s writing on top of me, coming and crying my name.

Her body goes lax against mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she lays her head on my shoulder. I kiss the top of her head and slide her panties back into place. I cover her tits and slide the strap of her dress back too.

“What about you?” she murmurs, not moving her head from my shoulder.

“I’ll take a cold shower when you leave,” I reply. She doesn’t need to know my hand will probably fall off tonight when I’m alone in my bed, jerking my cock and replaying the scene of her riding my fingers.

“That doesn’t seem fair,” she says, lifting her head. She stares at me for a beat, tucking my hair behind my ears. “I hate this, Blackie, but I as much as it sucks, I know it’s the right thing for you and for us. I’m proud of you.”

I’m proud of you.

Those four words are everything.

“You know what I wanna do when I get out of here?”

“You just told me,” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

I shake my head.

“That’s actually third on the list. First, I’m going to hold our daughter,” I tell her, dropping my hands to her belly. I smile sadly as I stare at her bump. “I may never let her go.”

She covers my hands with hers and I lift my eyes.

“I wanna marry you again.”

Shock wears on her pretty face and I smile at her.

“That’s if you’ll still have me.”

Once was a goddamn miracle.

Twice might be pushing the envelope.

“If I’ll still have you?” she croaks, tears filling her eyes. “You’re my whole world, Blackie. My everything. There’s no questioning of whether I’ll have you or not. The question is if you still want me.”

If I still want her…

There is nothing I want more than her.

Not a fucking thing.

I don’t get a chance to tell her that or even ask why she would think otherwise because Sunny enters the room. Lacey quickly scrambles off my lap and bends to retrieve her jacket. I get to it before her and help her slip in on her shoulders. I reach for her hand, but she moves away. Suddenly everything feels rushed. The energy is different between us and it feels like theirs a brick wall separating us. She lets me kiss her goodbye, but it’s quick and impersonal. She tells Sunny it was nice to meet her before she hurries for the door. I tag her wrist before she can make the quick getaway, she’s so desperate for and her eyes find mine.

“I love you,” I tell her, my voice full of conviction.

“I love you too.”

But there’s something not right, and she doesn’t give me a chance to figure out what it is.

A minute later she’s gone leaving me alone with her voice ringing in my ears.

The question is if you still want me.

That’s not a fucking question.

It’s a goddamn cry for help.

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