Page 77 of Karma
The feeling of her heat sliding on his cock makes Zane’s eyes roll to the back of his head. He’d been wrapped every other time they’d been together, but after learning she can’t have kids, they don’t need it for birth control.
Lane said she couldn’t have kids, either. And then we had Margaret.
While that may have been the past, it’s different. Anne had to have the necessary organs for conceiving and carrying a child removed. The thought momentarily saddens him, which works in his favor because his encroaching orgasm backs away.
With his age, and the age gap between a new baby and Margaret, Zane realizes he doesn’t need to have another child. What upsets him is how great of a mom Anne would be. She deserves the chance to be one.
“Focus on me,” Anne whispers as she rides him. “Getting in your head is what causes the problem.”
Smiling, he reaches up and plays with her tits. “Don’t think we have to worry about me going limp like earlier.”
“Yeah?”
“You look so damn hot,” he says, loving how her large tits spill over his hands.
The lean build he’s attracted to usually means a small chest, and he suspected it to be true for her because of how little she moved running around the hospital. Her tight bras to hold everything in tight are deceiving, and the first time he saw her naked, with her phenomenal rack, he about came before she touched him.
“You feel so good, Zane,” she moans. “I never have a problem getting off on your cock.”
Anne’s not a dirty talker by nature, but she knows what she likes during the deed. He smirks, loving the compliment, and thrusts his hips to hit deep inside her.
“You’re so wet.”
“I’m so horny,” she mutters with a giggle. “Oh, yes, yes!”
Her pussy clenches around him, and he stills her hips as he takes over. He thrusts hard and fast up into her while she gasps and claws his shoulders.
“Zane!” she cries out and shudders.
He doesn’t stop until he’s spent and fills her with his own release. “Anne!”
It’s still strange calling out another woman’s name, but he smiles when she collapses onto his chest. He wraps his arms around her, and they both pant in the afterglow.
The first time having sex in the house since Lane passed doesn’t feel as terrible as he thought it would. He believed it would be soul-crushing with guilt, but for the first time, he feels no guilt. In a way, it feels like Lane watched over them.
Rather than feel creeped out or disgusted at the thought, Zane smiles and feels strangely comforted. Hell, Lane probably laughed at his bedroom issue, but that room is still sacred. It’s the room he shared with Lane for more than a decade. It’ll always be theirs.
Well, fuck, what do I do now?
Chapter Twenty-Six
Griffin’s Beach
Hailey
Hailey stares at herself in the mirror, smiling as she wears her light pink dress. It’s all coming together now, and her stomach bobbles at the thought that in an hour, she’ll be Mrs. Gavin Short.
“How are we feeling?” Lex asks, a large smile on her face as she comes into view behind Hailey in the hotel room. “Do I need to get the getaway car ready?”
The blue dress Hailey picked out makes Lex’s eyes pop, and if she hadn’t almost lost her, she would be jealous. There are still scars from the scary incident, and for a short while, Hailey was worried she’d lose another mother.
“Not at all. I feel like a princess.”
Even though Lex argued, Gavin and Hailey agreed to push the wedding back until Lex was healthy enough to enjoy it with them. They’d even offered to switch the venue to the clubhouse, but Lex wouldn’t hear of it. She booked and paid for the hotel ballroom because she knew it’s what Hailey wanted.
“Okay, so I know you’re totally not into the whole superstition thing, but indulge me. Here,” she says and hands her a blue garter. “Something blue.”
Giggling, Hailey hikes up the skirt of her dress and slips it on. “Thanks.”
