Page 73 of The Breaking Point

I crawl over the console into the backseat, heart thudding. He opens his door and joins me from the other side, pulling me into him as I lie back. His body covers mine, his mouth finding mine again with heat and purpose.

Aiden unbuttons my jeans and rips them down my legs, they get caught in my ankles. Laughing he frees my legs. I spread them, giving him room to lie on top of me. One of his hands moves down my body, over my stomach and runs over my damp panties.

Kissing my neck, he says, his voice husky, “You’re already wet for me.”

I say extending my neck, “one month.”

“Is my baby needy,” he kisses my lips, moving my underwear to the side, running his fingers over my clit causing me to groan against his lips.

“Please,” I beg. “Inside me.”

His hands leave my body for a second. I hear him unbuckling his belt, then he puts one arm under me, positioning me in such a way, that my head rests against the window behind the passenger side. Staring deep into my eyes he asks, “You ready?”

I nod, too keyed up to speak. Still staring into my eyes, he moves his hips and enters my body in one hard thrust. Aiden and I let out similar sounds of relief, like an itch finally being scratched. He rests his forehead against mine, murmuring, “I love you.”

I put my arms around his neck, “I love you too.”

He smiles then starts moving and it’s like stars explode behind my eyes. All I can do I hold on tight as Aiden takes me to a height I have been dreaming off for the past month. Twisting his hips, he changes the angle at which his cock enters me. “You gonna come hard, baby.” His hot breath tickles my ear causing electricity to shoot to right where we are connected.

“Oh, God. Aiden.” I can do nothing but moan, as I get closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s it, Kate. Let. It. Go.” He punctuates each word with a hard thrust.

“Oh god, oh god.” I chant. Aiden makes one final move, biting down on my collar bone causing me to arch and scream. I feel him thrust a few more times, before coming deep inside me with a groan.

His body settles on top of mine, warm and heavy, utterly spent. I run my fingers through his damp hair, still a little breathless, still stunned by how much I missed him. His head rests on my chest like it belongs there, like it never should’ve left.

I murmur against his hair, “We should probably go before we get arrested.”

Aiden chuckles, lazy and content. “Can you imagine having to call someone to bail us out?”

I groan. “Nooo. We can’t do that to the kids. ‘Hey boys, Mommy and Daddy got caught getting frisky in a car like teenagers.’”

He laughs again and slowly leans back, slipping out of my body. Aiden and I fumble to fix our clothes in the cramped space.

As I tug my jeans up and reach for my shoes, I smile to myself. “The boys are gonna be so happy.”

He leans over, presses a kiss to my cheek, and says softly, “Me too.”

Chapter 28

AIDEN

Coming home is… well, like coming home.

All the mistakes, all the lies, they nearly cost methis. Watching my wife help me unpack. Not that there's much. Most of my stuff stayed here anyway. I wore the same few shirts on repeat if it meant not having to drag another bag of my shit out the door.

The boys are out with my in-laws. They went to the park. Too old for slides and swings, but they convinced their grandpa they missed it. I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize I’m not leaving again. That this is permanent.

And yes, I have, as some might say, embraced my new life as a homemaker. Though I feel like I’m cheating a bit. The boys are full-blown teenagers, we have a housekeeper, no dog to walk or baby to rock at 2 a.m. So no, it’s not even remotely close to what Kate went through when they were born. Not even close. If I could go back, there are so many things I’d do differently.

Not just… the cheating.

The only way I can describe cheating is… it’s like pressing a fire alarm.

When I was in middle school, I was obsessed with those buttons. During Fire Safety Week, they showed us how you break the glass to hit the alarm. I was fascinated. One day, I finally did it. Pressed it. The moment I heard the sound, I panicked. It wasn’t fun. It wasn’t exciting. It was regret, immediate, gut-wrenching regret.

So, I did what any little shit would do, I pretended I didn’t do it. Followed the crowd outside, stood in line like everyone else. Lied. They found out. That dye they put in the button casing? It turned my hand bright blue.Caught blue-handed.

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