Page 128 of Fortune's Control
My hips adjusted as my cock slid into her sweet warmth. I groaned as her slickness coated me and our bodies joined.
Lilah cried out, and I paused. “What’s wrong? Do we need to stop?”
“No, don’t.” She cupped my face. “A part of methought we might never have this again.”
“We’re just getting started.”
We both moved, keeping it slow. Adrenaline from the day’s adventures sapped both our energy, but couldn’t erase our need. I stroked her jaw, and she kissed my chin. Her hand splayed across my hip as mine grabbed her neck, anchoring us together.
Her eyes pleaded for more, and I obliged, until her cries grew louder. I exploded and came in a rush.
Neither of us moved after, content to stay close, with a part of my body still inside of hers.
Later, Lilah rested her head on my shoulder, and a now-familiar warmth flooded me. “Do you remember me saying how I found you first?”
“You saw me through a window. I remember.”
Our relationship hinged on many ifs. I agreed to meet Jack and, on a lark, stopped by to say hello to Pete. My body turned at the perfect moment to see her. It all led up to Aiden’s foot-in-the-mouth joke, presenting me with the opportunity I’d hoped for. “You should also know I couldn’t take my eyes off you while you sat on that barstool. The whole time, I wondered what set of words would keep you around, or get you talking to me again.”
“That’s why you bought my dinner.”
“The best decision of my life was signing that marriage certificate.”
“It happened so fast, I couldn’t keep up.”
A deliberate choice on my part. “I didn’t know where we would end, but I knew to keep you around so we could start. Marry me, Lilah.”
Her lips drew up in confusion. “But we’re already married.”
“No, we signed a piece of paper. I want to do it again. A ceremony and a party after.”
“Are you sure?”
“You know me by now. Do I ever regret my choices?”
Epilogue - Lilah
“I can’t believe we’re here at eight in the morning. This feels like a crime. This should be a crime.” Emma brought her face fan close, letting its soft breeze gently lift and move the tendrils framing her forehead and cheeks.
“It’s the last game of the season,” Lainey pointed out. “You’re safe until October, assuming you’ll be here. You will be here, right?”
Emma drove down every weekend since Nelson Davis’ arrest and had since become even more tightly meshed into our local group. “And miss this? Never.” She took another sip of hot coffee from her mug. “Yes, I’m aware this makes the problem worse. I’m a hypocrite, unwilling to learn my lessons.”
“You should move here,” Sophie said, dragging herself from the action. “The apartment is yours if you want it.”
My suspicion grew. Her opaque references to future plans continued to grow, with no hint of what any of it meant. “Where would you stay?”
“I’ll figure it out.” Sophie’s Cheshire cat grin offered no clues. She switched her attention back to the game as Jack came up to bat. She bit her lip as he took a practice swing and jumped at the loud crack as the bat and ball met. Jack ran to first and slid into second. “I knew he’d get that.”
“Are you two speaking yet?” Emma asked. She enjoyed Fortune’s Creek gossip as much as every other local.
Sophie waved us in close, although the other fans were more caught up in the game than our conversation. “It’s been over a decade, and he’s mostly stopped talking to me. I think he finally figured it out.”
I wasn’t so sure about that, but I kept my mouth shut. Shane and I spoke about it in private, with only the two of us tohear our inner thoughts, like every other married couple. They would either reconcile one day or not.
Aiden sat on the bench in the spot farthest from us. He perked up and waved in our direction like he could hear the conversation.
“How is his arm? The sling is missing,” Emma said. She watched as he refocused on the game, leaning forward and propping both arms on his knees. His shoulders drooped.
