Page 29 of Perfect for Her

Mark wraps an arm around my waist, pulling himself up as his lips find my neck. His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, pinning my hips to his as his teeth sink into the sensitive flesh of my neck. “I know you want to come for me, I know you want to make this hot pussy come all over this fat cock, baby,” he groans. “And I need to feel it. I need to feel you let go all over my cock. Let me feel it, baby, flood my cock with that honey that only I get from this day forward.”

It’s the last I can take and suddenly I’m coming like never before as I ride him, his cock plunging up into me over and over until he stills, his body shaking in pleasure as another scream crests, another orgasm cresting as I cling to him for dear life. Mark groans, coming along with me as we both breathe heavy, as he rolls us onto our sides.

“Promise me something?” Mark asks, his head tilting toward mine as those hooded eyes meet mine. “Don’t leave.”

The vulnerability in those two words gut me and I slide closer, taking his lips once more as I take it deeper than I probably should, needing him to know just how much he means to me.

“Never,” I breathe, cupping his cheek and making sure his eyes meet mine. “I will never leave as long as you promise the same.”

He smirks, pulling me flush to his chest.

“There is nothing on this earth that could ever take me away from you.”

We sink back into the bed and close our eyes, my heart beating in time with his, and I know at that moment that everything that has happened in my life, good or bad has led me here, and I wouldn’t change a second of it.

Mark

“I’ve never seen you like this,” Kate says with a smirk, Drew nodding as he sits beside her on the couch, beer in hand.

His eyes flick to the TV as the hockey game comes on and we lapse into silence. I hope that by some miracle the subject is lost but Kate turns so she’s facing me, leaning back against her husband while crossing her arms.

“Do you love her?” she asks point blank and Drew chokes on his beer, sputtering behind her.

“Baby, maybe ease into a question like that?” he whispers, kissing her shoulder as her head turns, glaring at him.

“How else am I supposed to ask it? By writing it a note like we’re in high school again?” I burst out laughing seeing Drew’s narrowed eyes.

“I just meant you could have eased into that kind of conversation, Kate, not just blurt it out like you just did.” Kate rolls her eyes and turns back to me, smirking.

“Ignore him. Do you love her?”

I shake my head, trying to hide the smile that teases the edges of my lips as I think back to a few weeks ago when those words left my lips and my heart soared when I heard them fall from Harlow’s. I don’t know why I haven’t told anyone but Max about how serious I am about Harlow and Ethan, but for some reason, I just wanted to keep it close to my chest for as long as possible, because the lightness I’ve felt these past few weeks is addictive and I don’t want anyone else to insert themselves into my love life.

“Just so you know, that smirk you’re trying to hide tells me everything I need to know,” Kate mutters, turning back to the TV as I take a breath and then a sip of my beer.

“Yes, I do love her.”

Kate’s eyes soften as Drew tries his hardest not to smile.

“I think I loved her at the end of that week we spent together all those years ago, but now that she’s back and I have Ethan, everything just fits, you know?”

“How is being a father after all this time?” Drew asks, Kate glaring at him over her shoulder. “What?”

“So, I can’t ask if he’s in love but you can ask how it is being a father?”

Drew shrugs, kissing her quickly without answering and peering back at me, waiting.

“It’s been interesting,” I start, thinking back to the very beginning where the awkwardness almost killed me, but Ethan being only four allowed for his passions to guide us.

We’ve spent countless days and nights playing dinosaurs, him reciting facts he learned at school, in books, or even in videos he watches on Harlow’s phone, and over time things have gotten better.

“He’s an amazing kid, he reminds me of what Max and I were like at that age. He’s obsessed with dinosaurs and loves space and astronauts. He loves soccer and baseball.”

Drew makes a face and I roll my eyes, laughing softly.

“Trust me, I have a plan to indoctrinate him into our hockey club,” I joke, looking forward to bringing him to his first game in a few weeks.

“Does he call you dad yet?” Kate asks, Drew’s fingers gripping her leg, a silent sign for her to back off but I wave him off.

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