Page 98 of As the Years Pass
“I’m coming,” he rasps out, and then he’s filling my ass with his cum. His forehead rests between my shoulder blades as he catches his breath. A soft kiss is placed on my skin, then he whispers, “I love you.”
I smile into the pillow. “Waking up with you is the best.”
He kisses me again before carefully pulling out.
“We should get tested this week.”
I roll over, looking down at the mess I made. Adam shakes his head.
We’ve had sex a few times without using a condom, which was stupid. We talked about getting tested and using them until we did. I felt weird then, telling him what I’m about to tell him now.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you,” I say, grateful that it doesn’t feel weird now.
He smiles softly, and says, “And I haven’t been with anyone since Leslie, but it’ll be good for peace of mind. For both of us. Especially with how insatiable you make me.”
I chuckle as I get up and pull the sheets from the bed. I use them to wipe up, then toss them into the laundry basket before pulling on my underwear.
“We can go together.”
He kisses my lips. “Great idea.”
We go to the bathroom and hop into the shower, washing up quickly. This has become our routine. Though I usually shower after leaving work, I was so exhausted last night that I couldn’t. Even so, the sex would have us washing up again, anyway.
I make us breakfast when we’re done, and we sit together to eat. He’s doing the dishes when his phone rings, and he frowns at it.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He’s drying his hands. “It’s Leslie. She doesn’t usually call.” He picks it up to answer.
My heart starts pounding a little harder.
What if she wants to get back with him? Would he do it? I haven’t asked him what happened with them, so I don’t know. That’s the mother of his children, and he could have the perfect life if they were together. It’s easier being with her than it is being with me, not only because I’m not their parent but becauseI’m a man. She makes things easy for him, and I’m just… not. At least, not in his eyes.
All the food we just ate sits heavily in my stomach, and the look on his face as he talks to her only makes it worse. I’m in a fog, hardly hearing what he’s saying, but he’s upset. Sad, almost.
“—sure about that? I don’t like it. I get that, but we should talk about it.” A pause. “No, you didn’t even ask. You’re telling me.” Another pause. “I don’t care, Leslie, they’re my kids too, and this should be discussed. You—” He pulls the phone from his ear and looks at it like it bit him. His gaze goes to me. “She hung up on me.”
“What’s going on?” I ask, my voice raspy, so I clear my throat and try to hide the emotions I’m feeling.
He grits his teeth, gaze back on his phone. “She’s moving in with her boyfriend.”
“Her boyfriend? I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”
“Neither did I,” he grits out. “She’d told me she was seeing someone, but I thought that meant dating. I didn’t know it wasofficial.”
All of that confuses me even more.
“Are you mad about that?” I ask.
His gaze flicks to mine. “Of course I’m mad about that.”
I flinch, but I don’t mean to. His eyes widen, then he shakes his head. “I’m not mad that she has a boyfriend, I’m mad she’s moving in with him.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know this guy, and my kids are going to be around him.”
“Don’t you trust her to make a decision for your children?”
