Page 23 of Til Divorce Do Us Start

“Do you feel how hard I am for you? How crazy you drive me? How determined I am to please you in and out of bed?” I demand.

“Yes, Colin. Yes,” she moans, head falling back.

“Show me that I do the same to you. Ride me, Noelle. Use me to make yourself cum so I can show you how much more you like it when I’m involved,” I order.

She obeys, pressing her face against my neck as she finally sinks down on my cock. Nolle rides me hard and fast, bounces on me, grinds her hips, uses me just like she needs as I kiss her shoulder, palm her ass, lick over her collarbone.

“Harder!” She begs when she starts trembling, “Please, Colin. I want you. I need you. I like you. I want you to come with me.”

I thrust into her deeper and she gasps. “Yes.”

I do it again and again, palming her ass in one hand, and rubbing her clit in the other. I lean her back so she braces her hands on my knees. I love being able to suck and lick her nipples too.

This is the best Saturday imaginable. I don’t want to picture a single weekend without her, a day without her in my house, bathed in her perfume, being this tangled up in her. Call it marriage, my future, whatever it is, I want it.

“Colin!”

“Tell me you’ll stay,” I order, holding her still to delay our galloping orgasm.

She squirms on me, realizes I won’t move no matter how close she is, then pants against my lips. “I’ll stay with you. For you.”

That’s all I need to hear. I make us both come in record time, leaving us panting, sated, and half-asleep on the couch.

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“So ...” Trish says as she and Noelle catch up in the kitchen. “It’s been a few weeks since you told me you were coming over and suddenly didn’t.”

“I told you ... things changed,” Noelle answers, blushing.

“Changed how?” Trish’s smile says she already suspects exactly what’s going on.

I bring them some snacks and Noelle turns to me expectantly. I grin and kiss her. Her lips freeze against mine when Trish squeals. Noelle pulls away and I sit behind her, rubbing her shoulder and kissing the top of her head.

“Looks like someone’s too happy to think things through,” I tease.

“It’s just habit. It’s not like your soft kisses are that good,” she bites back.

“Which is exactly why you’re beet red. Because we don’t normally stop at one, do we?” I push.

She shoves me, but I tighten my arm around her. I lower my lips to her ear. “You’re so sexy when you’re flustered”

She groans and hides her face in my chest, her fingers bunching the fabric of my shirt.

“Ugh,stopbeing charming,” she mutters. “It’s ruining my whole attitude.”

“You two are cute,” Trish says, grinning. “Iknewyou’d end up together.”

I blink, surprised, just as Noelle jumps in. “There’s no way you could’ve known.Ididn’t even know. I thought we were going to kill each other.”

I chuckle, especially when she leans back against me, casually offering me a sip of her drink like we’ve always done this—like wearea thing.

Trish just smirks. “Please. No one argues as much as you two without at leastsomesexual tension. Honestly, I thought it’d just be sex.”

Noelle raises an eyebrow. “It sounds like there is a ‘but’…”

“But,” Trish says, lifting her glass, “neither of you has mentioned ending the marriage. Or how close you are to the ninety-day mark.”

Silence lingers for a beat too long.

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