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Stone’s lips trail along my jaw, down to my neck, as my hips roll into his. My entire body is thrumming with a carnal need for him. It’s a raw hunger I’ve never felt before, and I want to consume all of him as much as I want to be fully consumed by him.

Hands trail down my back, slipping under my waistband and cupping my ass, as Stone’s lips find mine again. My mind is foggy, body shaking, and every time my hips move against him, it brings me closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“I need…” I say, reaching down and pulling myself out of my sweats before doing the same to him. We’re both rock hard, tips glistening under the moonlight, and when I take us both in my hand, Stone gasps, lips locking on my neck and sucking.

We simultaneously thrust into my hand, pleasure soaring through me. Silence and darkness blanket us, the sounds of our pants and grunts the only noise to be heard.

“You… feel… sogood.” Stone’s lips graze my ear as he moans. Goosebumps bloom on my skin as my pulse pounds dangerously fast. “You’reeverything, Bambi. Fucking everything.”

“Oh, my God.Stone, yes. Stone.”

We’re lost in a world where no one exists except us. Nothing matters except this. His cock sliding against mine, as my hand fists us, is otherworldly. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, and it scares me.

“Kiss me,” he groans. “I need your lips on me when I come.”

I turn my face toward his, our lips crashing together, as his hand comes to grip our cocks next to mine. Our grip together is tight as our tongues lick and taste one another. A tingling sensation spreads from my lower spine, into my groin, a pleasure that can be felt everywhere taking over. Breaking the kiss, I hold Stone’s gaze, something much more than lust flooding his eyes. My skin feels electrified under his watch, my heart cracked wide and beating vigorously, and right before I burst, a thought that things will never be the same flashes in my mind. Whatever this is has changed me, changed him.

“Oh, God. Stone, I’m gonna… come,” I groan seconds before my cock pulses, shooting hot cum over our hands. “Fuckkkk!”

Stone lets out a loud, animalistic growl before his release takes hold of him, thick spurts of cum shooting out, mixing with mine. He buries his face in my neck, chest heaving, as we both come down from the high.

We stay embraced in one another for several minutes, catching our breath, before we eventually pull apart. Stone grabs a towel to wipe our hands off and clean the cum off our shirts as best as we can.

It’s late—after three in the morning—by the time we leave. He drives me home, and we make out in the car like teenagers for well over a half hour, before I begrudgingly exit the car and trudge up to the house.

When I climb into bed, one sentence plays on repeat in my mind until I finally fall asleep. “You’re everything, Bambi.”

Chapter Thirteen

Stone Philips

Two Months Later

Frederick and Linda Philips were the epitome of true love and soul mates.

My parents’ love for each other ran deep, and it ran strong. They lived and breathed for one another. My father looked at her like she was his entire world, and my mom’s heart beat only for him. I meant it when I told Cash that their love was the kind romance novels were made from, the kind the greatest sang about. They loved and protected each other until their very last day.

They are who I looked up to when I was a kid, dreaming about what my life might look like, who my spouse might be like. When I met Aida, I wanted her to be my Linda. I wanted my heart to beat differently for her, wanted to feel she hung the moon, and when we were in high school, it was that way—or so it seemed.

Looking back, I think I wanted what my parents had so much that I made myself believe Aida was it. Now, don’t get me wrong, Aida is an amazing woman. She isn’t a monster or a horrible wife. She just isn’t it for me. And I think she knows that too.

I told myself after January left, I would ask for a divorce. Then February came and Aida had to fly to her parents to take care of her sick dad. February came and went, never finding the right time to upend her world. It’s now the second week of March and I can’t do it anymore. We got into an argument earlier today, and it’s slowly spiraled into a full-fledged fight. It’s been hours, and I can’t even remember what the initial argument was about, but it’s transformed into spilling every single thing the other has done that pissed us off over the years.

It’s after eight in the evening now. We ordered take-out for dinner that just arrived, and we’re sitting on the floor in our living room. We’re both exhausted—eyes bloodshot and puffy from crying, voices hoarse from shouting—and I want this to be over already. We’ve wasted an entire day on this shit, but it needs to be hashed out.

“You’re not who you used to be, Stone,” she whispers, wiping her nose with a tissue.

“Yeah, well, neither are you, Aida. We’ve grown up a lot in the last decade. Of course, we aren’t who we once were. We were kids when we met. Hell, we were kids when we got married.”

“So, then what, Stone?”

“I think it’s time we call a spade a spade.”

Her eyes go big as she drops her hand by her side. “Meaning what, exactly?”

“We don’t spend time together, we don’t talk, we don’t have sex—hell, we aren’t affectionateat all—and we don’t even sleep in the same room, Aida.Come on.Why waste any more time making ourselves miserable? It’s time to cut our ties. Go our separate ways. We will always love each other, but let’s be honest for once… we aren’tin lovewith each other, and we haven’t been for many, many years. I’ve thrown myself into my work and you’re hardly ever around. I think it’s time we get a divorce, Aida. Move on with our lives.”

Her eyes well with tears, one escaping and falling down her cheek, and a choked sob comes out of her. “Where am I supposed to go, Stone? You know I don’t have anyone here.”

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