Abruption (31 page)

The tip of her thumb traced my most sensitive spot before she gripped my shaft, working it up and down. I bucked against her hand, sucking in sharp breaths and feeling the drill against my ribs accelerate.

She guided my tip directly to her entrance and whispered, “Please, I want to feel you. All of you … I’ve had an IUD for years, and I trust you. If you’re okay, I’m okay.”

My gut clamped down for a second thinking about how I hadn’t been bare since the last time with my wife. Over the years I’d slept with a few women, but bare was never a consideration. For me, that connection was too real and reserved for a woman who owned my heart. I never expected to find that again.

Jules was my exception.

She was my heart.

And I was ecstatic.

“Know we haven’t talked about it, just so you know, I haven’t been …” She misread my momentary pause, so I attacked her mouth to shut her up. It worked. Too well.

Before I erupted all over her from a kiss alone, I rolled us over and sat her up.

“Fuck, yes. You on top, doll. I want to watch you come apart.”

Any apprehension she had vanished, replaced with the sexiest grin I’d ever seen. She shimmied back, dropped her head, and licked me from the base of my balls straight up to the tip,
still
grinning. When she wrapped her lips around my entire cock and sucked deep, I saw stars. She knew exactly how to take care of me. Shit, it felt fucking phenomenal. But tonight was about us. As one.

“You know how much I love your mouth around my cock, but tonight I need you up here, doll.”

She popped up; laughter igniting her smile while her cheeks blushed. I hoped that never changed, that I could always get that reaction out of her. Without hesitation, she guided me back to her entrance and slowly sank onto my throbbing cock, our cores melding together. I inhaled a lungful, finally letting myself relax.

“Ah, you feel so fucking good, so warm.”
Like home
.

She covered my lips with her finger, trying to quiet me. Fuck if I cared right this second who heard us. My hands slid along her hips and tight abs, making their way to her supple breasts. Bracing herself on my shoulders, she wiggled her pelvis in just the right way, taking me deeper, taking me to the spot she needed me. She was in control and so damn sexy, turning me on even more, if that was possible. Her silky strands hung around her shoulders, and her tits bounced with each thrust. A small
o
formed on her lips as tiny gasps and moans slipped from her mouth.

“Look at me, doll.”

Our eyes collided like that first bolt of lightning across an ominous sky. Our bodies like the powerful claps of thunder, feverishly rocking against each other. Gripping her hips, I quickened our pace, surging in and out, over and over, reveling in the feel of our skin on skin. Her breaths became more staccato, and her gasps and moans grew harsher as she rasped, “Oh God, Guy, I can feel it.” Her torso began to droop a little as her orgasm began to rip through her body. She clenched and spasmed around my swollen cock, milking it like I’d never felt. My own climax built with such an intensity I was seconds away from exploding.

“Let go. Come for me, Jules.”

She squeezed my arms so hard, finger impressions were sure to be left behind, as she shouted my name and unabashedly pivoted her hips, setting off an eruption of pleasure that wracked through my body. I watched her honey caramels darken to almost black as she rode our endless tidal wave.

This was our perfect storm.

Together.

With nothing between us.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, collapsing onto my chest. “So fucking good.”

I cocked my head to the side and tried to look at her. I could feel her smile against my shoulder. “Did you just say—?”

“What?” she asked, starting to laugh. “It was. And it deserved a swear word.”

Her body began to shake from her silent laughter. My cock twitched a few times, meeting her movements, and she shook harder. But I wanted to hear it.
Hear her
. I pulled out and flipped her onto her back to blow raspberries beneath her chin. That was all it took, the beautiful sound that literally took my breath away filled my bedroom.

“I want this.” I sat up and straddled her hips. “Every day, doll. I want this. You and me. In this bed. In our bed. I want to wake up to you and go to bed with you. I want Max and Finn to have you for everything in between.” Her giggles slowed when she realized I was serious. Dead fucking serious. “Move in with me. Move in with us.”

“Wait.”

Oh, here we go again.

“Wait for what?”

“Shh.” She slid her finger against my lips. “Remember when we were giving Finn the shower ...”

I had no idea where she was going with this, but she didn’t look like she wanted to bolt, so I went with it. “Yeah doll, it was only a few hours ago.” She bit her cheek, smiled, and slapped my bare chest. Definitely not going to bolt.

“I’m serious, I need to say this. When you told me on a whim, with no warning whatsoever, that you loved me, well, it was too much. I mean, not too much like
that
. Because my God, I hoped that you loved me because I love you so damn much it hurts. I just mean that it was too much for me in that moment. Because I was trying to process you with Finn and how amazingly special and beautiful
that
moment was, and how you chose me to be a part. And then you go and tell me you love me … ah, ugh. And I just wasn’t prepared.”

I busted out laughing for a good five minutes. When I could finally catch my breath, and her huffing and puffing was at an all-time high, I said, “Did you just tell me you love me?”

“Well, no. Not yet. Because you’ve been laughing so freaking hard. I haven’t had a chance.”

“Yes, you did. I heard it. You most definitely said it. But by all means, don’t let me stop you from saying it again. I’ve got forever, doll.”

“Jeez. Now you’re just ruining it.” She flung her arms around and wiggled up to sitting. “Not that my
I love you
had a chance to stand up to yours.”

I kissed her naked shoulder. God, she was adorable. “Are we really comparing
I love yous
? Is that even a thing? If so, let’s call it even. I’m sure you imagined better than ‘who loves ya?’”

“You say it to the kids. From the first time I heard you ask them, I loved it. I love how their eyes light up, and they want to giggle because they think it’s silly. Because all they know from you, all you’ve ever given them ... is pure and unconditional love. There is no better feeling. You give that to me. So no, I could never imagine a better
I love you
. It doesn’t exist.”

Fuck me.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

Then she rocked my world. “So ... I’ll move in, but only if Casey can come too, and I’m only moving in because I love you. And I love Max and Finn too. Somehow you’re in here.” She touched the spot between her naked breasts. “The three of you are all twisted up and entwined, there is no way to untie you. You’re keeping the pieces of my heart all together.”

I remained silent because there was not a single thing I could say that would come close to describing what her words meant to me. To my family. Because they meant everything. Instead, I leaned forward and captured her lips.

Our mingled breaths were labored when I asked, “Think we’re going to find Casey’s eye when we’re packing you up? Might freak the new renters.”

She pulled back and stared at me for a beat, probably processing, before she said very matter-of-factly, “He doesn’t have one eye, Guy. It’s just atrophied and you know it.”

I was sure my
two
eyes bugged. Atrophied on the hardwood floor somewhere? Maybe. Attached to his dog skull? No chance. Zero. It was an empty socket. There was no eyeball. Maybe I should have been worried that I professed my love to a delusional woman, but Jules didn’t see disabilities, she saw past them. The way she treated Finn was a prime example. And fuck if I didn’t love her more for it. So I bit my tongue, left it alone, and went with, “The kids will go ape shit when we tell them they not only get their JuJu but the yellow lump of fur too.” Calling Casey a lump didn’t seem to bother her as much.

“They are, aren’t they?” The smile on her face was priceless. This time she leaned forward and cupped my cheeks, kissing me gently and inhaling deeply. “I forgot what it felt like. To breathe. I forgot, and it feels so good. Thank you.” Before I could process what she was trying to say, she hopped off the bed and grabbed my T-shirt from the floor. Slinging it over her head, she simultaneously slid my boxers up her legs. “I’ll be right back.”

I groaned, my cock springing back to life. “How did my clothes get so lucky? And where are you going?”

“Shhh.” She hushed me again. All right, maybe I forgot how full the apartment was. Holding up two fingers, she mouthed, “Two seconds.” Like that was an answer. She cracked the door and peeked out looking both ways before she hit the hallway. Not ten seconds later, she was back with her purse in hand, quietly shutting the door behind her. “I have something I want you to see.” She dug around in her bag and pulled out a small black zippered pouch.

Joining me back on the bed with a wide smile, her eyes welled.

“Doll?” I asked.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Here. Meet my baby girl.”

She let the tears she was struggling to hold back drip down her stretched cheeks. I took the photo from her hand.

“Jules, she’s …” I swallowed, fighting my own burning emotions. “She’s … you. A spitting image of you. She’s beautiful.”

Giant milk chocolate eyes framed a cute pudgy nose and pink little lips. Gemma was perfection. She was Jules.

“I miss her,” she whispered, sinking into my side.

I cradled her up into my arms, and she rested her head against my shoulder. I brought my face right next to hers. Our tears blended, our breaths mixed, and our
I love yous
melded us as one. With each kiss, I wished away her pain.