Page 28 of Lies in Promises
Okay then.
“Henry, let’s call the poli–” The statement dies on my tongue when something catches my peripheral vision.
Something.
Someone.
There is no way the person standing in front of me really is here.
I have to be seeing a ghost.
But would a ghost be carrying a baby who doesn’t even look to be a year old?
I’m about to put this off, as the alcohol is still affecting my system, when the ghost finally speaks.
“Hi, Benny.”
The voice of my older brother slams into my chest like a sledgehammer.
He’s not a ghost.
He’s very much real.
For the first time in fourteen years, he’s here.
CHAPTER 11
ROBERT
30 YEARS OLD
ONE DAY AGO
It feels like I’m dreaming.
There is a sensation of something pressing against me, of hands roaming my body, and what feels like lips pressing kisses on bare skin.
These are things I haven’t felt in months—not because I didn’t want them, but because I didn’t want to pressure her into doing something she wasn’t ready for. A woman’s body goes through a lot giving birth, and if she didn’t want to do anything, that was something I was okay with. I was,I am, okay with waiting until she says otherwise.
Every single one of the sensations I’m currently experiencing feels out of place, like I’m in a dream I never want to leave.
The sensation grows more pronounced and livelier, and I have to take it all in for a few seconds to realize that what I’m feeling is definitely not my brain playing tricks on me.
Someone is pressed against me.
Someone is gliding their hands along my body, leaving their hot touch on my skin.
Someone is planting kisses against my bare chest.
I blink myself awake, and when I open my eyes fully, I have to take a second to realize what’s happening.
My wife, my gorgeous wife, has her body pressed against mine, her left hand drawing circles on my chest as she kisses my stomach.
It’s a fucking sight; just watching her makes my cock harden.
“What are you doing, mi vida?” I say, one of my hands landing on the back of her head.
“Waking up my husband.” Her other hand lands on my thigh and slowly starts moving toward my cock, which is nearly begging for her. “I’ve missed it.”
