Page 61 of His Promise

I get up and force myself not to look at Abi. I don’t want to see her reaction, and I don’t want to be able to know what she’s feeling this time.

I quietly exit the room and take the stairs two at a time. Blood rushes through my ears as I stride through the house to my bedroom. I kick off my shoes and rip my shirt over my head.She wants me. I fucking know she wants me, maybe even as bad as I want her. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have come today. She would’ve scoffed and huffed at the comments I made to her, not smiled.

She trusts me. She never would’ve brought her son here if she didn’t.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand, and I turn my head toward it. It’s been up here since I went to change, and I can only imagine the hell that’s awaiting me. Careful not to see what’s on the screen, I flip the phone over and sit back on my bed.

Ten minutes go by before the animalistic need raging inside me starts to dwindle, and doubt seeps in. I drum my fingers on my thighs and close my eyes, trying to be patient.

Ten more minutes go by, my phone buzzing incessantly. I snatch it from the nightstand and chuck it across the room.

Another ten minutes go by, and I’m up off the bed. I start pacing the room, my hands running through my hair.

I fucked up, didn’t I?

I try to replay the day in my head. Before today, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she told me she hated me. That last week at the bar was a fluke, she was drunk, she had a lapse in judgement. She could never likeme.

Men like you aren’t capable of love.

Her words in my head sting as much as they did the night she said them. I know what she was doing. She was comparing me to her ex-husband. In her mind, we were the same person, but I thought I made it clear that we’re not. I’m different.She’sdifferent. I trust her, enough to tell her everything I’d never say out loud to myself.

So when she texted me today, asking if she and her son could come to my house, I assumed that was her way of saying she trusted me too.

Was I wrong? Am I imagining things?

I look toward the door and stop pacing. I consider picking my phone up off the floor and sending her an apology. I shouldn’t have pressured her like this.

I sigh and rub a hand over my head. My feet carry me to where I threw my phone, and I bend to pick it up. Before I can unlock the screen, a mountain of angry messages crushing me, heels clink on the wood floor outside my room.

The knob turns, and the door slowly creaks open. Abi slides into the room, and she closes the door behind her.

She turns to me, her face blank for once, but her eyes are filled with something that sends my heart racing. Lust.

I didn’t imagine it.

I drop my phone to the ground and stride across the room.

Abi gasps when I grope her ass and lift her. Her legs weave around my waist, and she grips my shoulders to steady herself.

I back her into the door and crash my lips to hers. She breathes heavily in through her nose like I haven’t given her a chance to catch her breath, and I don’t plan to.

Possessive need washes through me stronger than it ever has, and I thread a hand through her hair and press harder against her lips. My cock throbs and tries to free itself from my boxers, and I adjust Abi so she’s friction against it.

It’s been weeks since I’ve fucked. Weeks since I’ve felt a woman’s warm pussy wrapped around my cock, and even longer since I’ve felt her mouth. After Abi, I didn’t dare call the escort service again. Abi is the last taste I’ve had, and I can’t get rid of it. I want more, as much as she’ll give me until I’m fucking drowning in ecstasy.

I rip my mouth away and carry her to the bed, dropping her and watching as she bounces on the mattress. I can’t tell exactly what’s going on in her head. Her eyes say eager, but her body says hesitant. I’m not even sure I care which it is.

“Where are the kids?” I ask, crossing the room to my closet.

“I put on another movie,” Abi says to my back. I can feel her staring at me, but I don’t meet her gaze as I open a drawer. I take out one of my belts, wrap it around my fist and begin walking back to the room.

“Good,” I say, my eyes traveling the expanse of Abi’s thighs. “It’s about damn time.”

“Colter…”

My eyes snap to her face. The eagerness in her irises is quickly fading, and now all I have is body language to que me in. She’s lying on her back with her elbows propping her up, but her shoulders hunch like she’s trying to get away from me.

“What?” I ask, genuine concern I hope displayed in my tone.

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