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But when I went to move off, he stopped me with a forceful touch of his hand on my breast, urging me to keep moving on top of him. “No, don’t.”
I didn’t stop.
I was so freakin’ close that I couldn’t stop.
“Goddamn, faster,” he urged, helping me move.
The swing we were in was shimmying and shaking, swaying almost violently with our movements.
My knees hurt where they were digging into the wooden slats, and I was fairly sure I had a splinter somewhere on my shin.
But, as he continued to pump into me, I no longer cared.
I cried out as a tidal wave of pleasure slammed into me.
My pussy clenched around him as I started to come.
Things got very wet very quickly, and I had a second to realize that I shouldn’t be that wet when another orgasm slammed into me.
I’d never, not ever, been a multiple-orgasm person.
But as he fucked me hard and followed me over the edge, I wasn’t sure that I wouldn’t continue to be.
The man was good—and I’d missed him.
God, how I’d missed him.
I leaned forward until my body was pressed against his chest, and felt his cock continue to jerk inside of me.
I also made sure to shift my weight to the side so that as little of my weight as possible was on his bad side.
Soon the only thing that was moving was the swing as he swayed lazily, and I wondered then and there what the hell I was going to do now.
“Are you okay?” I asked softly.
I felt him swallow against my forehead. “Leg hurts like a bitch now that I’m not focused on coming,” he admitted. “But goddamn, did I need that.”
I laughed and started to move, ignoring the way that my knees ached and my shin stung.
It was only when I was standing that I realized he was really wet.
“Uhhhh,” I looked at him, horrified.
He grinned. “Didn’t know that you were such a juicy comer before, but now that I know…we’ll have to continue to play with that.”
I felt my face flush as he stood. “Now let’s go see if we can get cleaned up before my parents get back with our steaks and wonder why we’re flushed and panting.”Chapter 10You know what’s worse than the first day of school? Being out of school and realizing that you have to work and pay bills and shit.
-Landry to Wade
Landry
That night, I slept in Wade’s bed.
After staying up late, talking and drinking with his parents, and genuinely having one of the best nights of my life, I wasn’t going to say no to sleeping with him again.
Honestly, the word “no” hadn’t even crossed my mind as we mutually got ready for bed.
And now, in the light of morning, I was wondering what in the hell I was going to do when we got home.
Regardless of whether or not we really were still married, we still had a lot to work out. We were still exactly where we were before we’d found out that we were still tied irrevocably together.
But, the thought of doing anything—signing divorce papers all over again—was abhorrent to me.
It’d literally taken me getting drunk the night before the bone marrow extraction surgery—I was also semi-hoping that if I had an alcohol content in my blood, they’d refuse to do surgery, which, by the way, didn’t stop them at all—to get those papers signed.
I honestly didn’t think that I could sign them again.
I’d felt raw and broken for months after I’d signed them—after he’d signed them—and if I was being honest, still did.
Something had lifted off my chest yesterday when I’d heard his uncle’s words.
The control that I’d thought I wielded was taken from me, and I’d never felt more alive.
Then again, it could be the hot hunk of a man sleeping next to me.
I rolled slightly so that I was facing him and stared at the man that made my heart pound just by being near him.
He was still very much asleep. How could I tell? He was snoring through his slightly open mouth.
His breaths were steady and even, and he’d likely stay that way for the next hour or two seeing as it was still ungodly early. I woke up like clockwork at four-thirty in the morning due to having to be at the daycare at six to open it.
I was honestly surprised that my phone hadn’t started to ring. It was unusual for things to actually go the way they were supposed to with my employees.
I just hoped the reason I hadn’t gotten a phone call yet was because everything was running smoothly and not because they were all on their death beds and unable to get to work.
Feeling the protest of my bladder reminds me that it wasn’t happy with me and all the beer I’d had the night before, I pushed carefully from the bed and headed to the bathroom.
