Page 77 of Always You
I tear off the t-shirt and gym shorts, leaving her in her laced bra and underwear. I lay her on my bed. She squirms, uncomfortable. I dip my pelvis into her perfect belly, and grind my swelled erection into her. I brush my thumb along her stretch marks she always hides from me. I love them. I didn’t get to see her pregnant, but I get to see the marks left from our son.
“Your beautiful, Mila, I’ve never had a woman in my bed,” I assure her. I’m in love with her.
Fifteen minutes later, we make our way back down. She’s washing the dishes as I cook the pasta. Dante wants spaghetti, so spaghetti it is.
“Angel, I got this, go relax on the stool. Just keep me company.”
She pouts. “Are you sure? I don’t want to be useless just watching.”
I lift her, carrying her to the stool, sucking on the soft skin of her neck, sweet as honey. I suck and nibble on her neck. My mouth trails along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat. She molds into my arms. My perfect sin I can’t live without.
“Jesus, Angel, your perfect. I want you so bad I can’t breathe without you. I want you in my bed tonight.”
She moans in my ear as I kiss her delicate soft neck. I slip my hand under her shirt, grabbing her perfect breasts, and pinching her pebbled nipples. My lips find hers, and I taste her moans as I voraciously kiss and lick her. I thrust my tongue like a man desperate for more, never satisfied with just one taste of her, exploring her hungrily and never wanting to stop.
“Shush, baby, we don’t want him to hear,” I say as I slip my hand into her panties, inserting a finger to feel her wetness.
She slides her fingers into my hair, holding on while I pump inside her. Mila bites down on my shoulder.Fuck,that sends an electric shock to my cock. My dick twitches, begging to spring out. She’s so close I can feel it when she clamps on my finger.
“That’s it, baby, come for me,” I whisper in her ear.
Right when she moans, I suck the air from her mouth, kissing her possessively. She comes on my finger, and I come in my sweatpants without her touching me like a damn teenager. Just watching her unfold does it for me. I lick the juices from my finger, tasting her. A taste I love, a taste I can never get enough of. She watches with a raised eyebrow. I shrug.
“Just sampling my dessert, baby.” I wink at her.
She blushes ten shades of red. “I’m going to wash up,” she says, as she makes her way to the restroom.
“All right, Angel, I’ll finish up here once I run upstairs to change.”
She stares at my wet, come-filled sweats. She smiles as she walks off to the restroom.
* * *
Two goddamn hours I’ve been waiting for the delivery truck to arrive with my furniture. It’s fuckin’ finally here.
“Where would you like us to set your furniture up?” the delivery guy asks.
“In the spare bedroom,” I say, my voice steeped in annoyance.
Three weeks have passed since I had Mila and Dante over to cook for my little family dinner. My home never felt like home until that night. My poor little guy slept in the spare bedroom on an air mattress. His words, “Daddy, this room is empty and scary. I need a night light.”
I ran to Dollar Days to get him a night light. My beautiful Angel stretched out on my king-size bed as I ate her, feasting on my sweet dessert, fucking her deep and rough, ending the night making love to her. I’ve never had a woman stay the night or fucked them in my bed, including Samantha. It never felt right. With her, everything tumbles into place.
For a man, waking up with their soulmate wrapped in their arms is the most incredible feeling. Now that she’s back in my life, I loathe waking up alone. I hate missing her, studying her like a book, kissing her gently. A feeling I’ve never experienced until now. Mila and I didn’t get the chance to explore each other in this way, we had our time cut short. Two teens in love, fighting to live. The tragic loss of her father destroyed my Angel and fought cancer with me. I know she still fights the demons in her nightmares when I’m not next to her. I will do everything in my power to demolish those demons in her nightmares.
The spare bedroom has a complete makeover. I turn it into a new bedroom for Dante. I make sure to hang up superhero posters, making the room welcoming and not scary like the last time Dante was here. I hope he likes it. I’m not sure if Mila’s ready for us to move in together yet. I haven’t pushed the idea on her, I know she’s still working on letting me into her heart, and I am still trying to regain her trust.
I’ll keep working every damn day until I have her heart and trust. And fuck, those photo’s that were delivered to Mila. It pisses the hell out of me. I honestly don’t remember the night of those photos. I know I was drunk because that’s the only time I could sleep with any woman. I would think of Mila and envision the woman I was with to be Mila. As fucked up as it was, it took me two years to have sex with another woman after Mila disappeared from my life. I’m pretty sure Samantha sent those photos.
There’s a knock at my door and I hope it’s my girl surprising me; I’m not expecting anyone.
“Hey Liam, what’s happening? You don’t look too good.”
He’s dressed in a full cop uniform. His skin is pale, a ghost of a grimace on his face. He rubs his forehead nervously.
“Come in, man, what is it? Did something happen?”
He walks in bewildered; his mouth opens and closes no words form. He shakes his head.
