Page 86 of Letting Go

“I’m not giving up,” I say. “On us. On trying for another baby. But I need us to come first. I need to feel like we’re in this together and not just checking boxes toward some impossible future.”

He leans in, pressing his forehead to mine. “Wearein this together. Even when I’m an idiot. Especially then.”

We sit like that for a long time, his thumb stroking my cheek, my heart unclenching one breath at a time.

Then he says, “Let’s take a break.”

I jerk back. “From each other?”

“No. From the pressure. From ovulation charts and hormone shots and doctors whispering about ‘advanced maternal age’ like you’re ancient. Let’s justlivefor a second. Make out in the pantry again. Take Rhett to the beach. Fuck like teenagers with poor judgment.”

My smile wobbles. “You really think we can find us again?”

He nods. “I don’t need to find you. You’re right here.”

And just like that, I kiss him like he’s the air I breathe.

I whisper against his lips, “Rhett?”

He whispers back, “My mom told me she’ll keep him until I pull my head out of my ass and apologize.”

I can’t help but let out a laugh that turns into a moan as he bites my neck. His hands travel up my back, grabbing the zipper of my dress and pulling it down. “I love it when you wear a dress.”

The moment its off, he rips down my panties and gets on the floor, his face already buried in my pussy as I fling off my bra. His hand reaches up to grab one breast and squeeze hard, my back bows off the sofa, uncontrollable moans spilling out of my mouth.

A shudder passes through me when he latches on my bundle of nerves and fucks me with his fingers. I pass my fingers through his thick hair, grabbing at the edges as a climax hits my body.

Caden gets off the floor and picks me up caveman style already walking towards our bedroom before I can catch my breath.

Throwing me on the bed, he starts stripping like a very classy stripper. Once he’s naked, he lies on top of me.

“Did you enjoy the show?” The man says while rubbing his very hard dick against me. I open my mouth to say yes, but he thrust deep inside me, cutting of my circulation.

Stilling, he asks, “You, okay?”

“Please move.” I say while trying to move under him. Smirking he obliges, pulling out before plunging in with another deep thrust.

Thrust, “Who do you belong to?” he asks, his body giving deep relentless thrusts. I’m too lost in thesensation to answer, so the infuriating man stops. Stills inside of me.

Then grabbing my knee, he opens me more, thrusting one and repeating, “Who do you belong to, Leana?”

“You. You. I belong to you, now please move.” I’m crying tears of frustration now. And instead of obliging, Caden moves his lips towards my ear, “Who?”

“Caden.” I scream and he finally starts moving.

Thrust. “Caden.” Thrust. “Caden.” Thrust. “Caden.” Thrust. “CADEN.” I scream as I come, stars exploding behind my eyes as Caden keeps driving into me until he finds his release.

The last thing I hear before sleep claims me is his voice; low, tired, certain, “I love you.”

And with the last scrap of consciousness I have, I whisper back, “I love you too.”

Epilogue

THREE YEARS LATER

I stretch my arms above my head, fingers cracking like bubble wrap, hips groaning in protest, neck popping just loud enough to remind me I’m not twenty-five anymore. Not that I’d go back. Not for a single second. But God, this body has stories to tell.

The soft, unmistakable sound of giggling skitters through the hallway like mischief on tiptoes. I close my eyes just as the door creaks open and…

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