Page 137 of Holding You
“Yes!”
“Play with yourself,” I command, and she reaches between us without a second thought.
“I can’t, this position won’t let?—”
I pull out, flip her around and hike her skirt up to show me her ass. Palm flat to her back, I force her to bend over slightly.
When I’m lined up, I push in.
“Fuck.” Her hand slaps the wall. “Yes.”
“You’re so tight, baby. I love the way you feel around me. Now, do as I say and play with yourself. I want to feel you come around me, and I don’t want to wait.”
She runs a finger over my cock when she reaches down, and I nearly come undone.
I speed up, fucking her against the wall, the sounds of our breathing echoing through the house.
Our house.
This will be our house.
“Shit, Declan, I’m coming,” she says, groaning.
I replace her hand with mine, circling her clit and drawingout her orgasm, mine following right behind her and making me black out.
I pump my hips slowly to ride it out, but after the bliss fades and I’ve fixed myself back into my joggers and readjusted her skirt, I hold her still.
I kiss the back of her head, then her shoulders, and wrap my arms around her.
“I want to stay like this forever. I never knew I could feel at such peace.”
“Yeah, standing here together?" she asks softly.
“No. When I’m holding you in my arms.”
She turns and kisses my cheek.
“This is my favorite place to be, too.”
The afternoon gets awayfrom us, so by the time night falls, I’m sitting in Ruby’s bed with my laptop while she sleeps next to me. Once the kids knew about us, they begged us to move rooms around and now both kids are in the basement and Ruby and I share her room. She’s on her side facing away from me, one leg peeking out from the sheets, her hair splayed across the pillows.
She didn’t bother getting dressed after we fooled around again tonight.
It’s hard not to stare at her right now.
I’m not a sappy man, but fuck, this woman. I never thought I'd find this with anyone.
Luck was on my side, and I’ve never been so happy.
God damn, I’m feeling extra cheesy right now.
I open my email and my happiness fades when I see multiple emails from Steven with a red exclamation point in the subject line.
They all say that we need to talk. That it’s urgent.
I grab my phone, noting there was a missed call from him this afternoon.
I shoot him a quick text to see if he’s still awake.
