Page 86 of Beautiful Broken Love

I pressed a hand to the bed and snatched myself out, stroking rapidly and watching my come spill in thick ropes on her pelvis.

“Fuck, you’re too good,” I breathed.

Her body settled, and a goofy smile spread across her face.

“What’s funny?” I asked, caging her head between my arms.

“You.”

“What about me?”

“You have a strong pull-out game.” She smirked, sitting up on her elbows. “I don’t even want tothinkabout how you’ve mastered that.”

“So don’t,” I murmured on her lips. Truth was I always used a condom with other women. With Davina, though? I had to have her raw.

I kissed her slowly this time, savoring the feel of her soft lips on mine and basking in her sweet perfume and those pheromones that drove my senses wild.

When the kiss broke, I rushed to grab a towel from the bathroom, helped her clean up, then sat on the edge of the bed. She sat right next to me, and I stole a glance at her. She was looking ahead, soaking in the city view.

“How long do you think this’ll go on for?” she asked.

“How long do you want it to go on for?”

She replied with a shrug, then lowered her head to study her hands. I looked at her hands, too, and realized her wedding rings were missing. In place of them was a line several shades lighter than her regular skin tone.

Interesting.

The first time we had sex, she had those rings on. I couldn’t say it wasn’t a distraction, seeing that diamond glint beneath the dim lights while I had my way with her. Knowing another man had probably done the same things I was doing irritated me a bit, but I understood why she kept them on, so I ignored it as best I could. I had no right to feel that way either.

To see the rings gone ... well, something must’ve changed since then. Maybe she was finally starting to trust me. I tried not to smile at the thought and instead took her hand, purposely rubbing the tan line.

She noticed and swooped her gaze up to mine. Her eyes grew glossy, but she tore them away, blinking rapidly.

“Sometimes I think God purposely made my life complicated,” she murmured. “Everything in my life—every decision, every choice, every romantic relationship—has always been complicated.” Her velvety-brown irises turned up to me again. “It’s a shitty feeling, because when I finally get to do something for myself or decide to be selfish with my decisions, it feels like everything is going to fall through the cracks.”

“Is that why you won’t say you miss me when I tell you I miss you?” I asked, and she huffed a laugh, shaking her head.

“No. Ididmiss you. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to say it.” She locked on my eyes again, and my heart pumped a little faster. I took her hand in mine and lifted her knuckles to my lips to kiss each one.

“You don’t have to worry about me falling through the cracks, D. I’m not going anywhere. Hell, I’ll be the glue to piece it all together again, if that’s what you need.”

“You’re really sweet, Deke.” She sighed, studying her bare thighs.

I tipped her chin so she could look at me. “Next week. Take that trip with me.”

“Where?”

“I share a rental property with Whitney near Santeetlah Lake. It’s not too far from Charlotte. I told Whitney to leave next weekend open for me. I want you to come.”

“Is it a lake house?” she asked.

“It is, and I think you’ll love it. Whitney designed the whole place. It has really nice water views. A dock. We even have a boat. I’ll have it all planned out. All you gotta do is show up.”

She bit a grin. “How do you know I won’t be busy next weekend?”

“Make room for it. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

She bumped my shoulder. “What exactly are you expecting from this trip to Santeetlah, Deke?”

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