Page 30 of Endless Depths

“Thank you for coming. Finn kept looking for you every time the door opened.”

My hands pause on my joggers. “Poor kid’s unlucky he has a shithead for an uncle.”

“I didn’t tell you so you’d feel bad. I want you to see how much love you have, how much Finn needs you.”

I swing back toward him. “The last thing Finn needs is…”

The sight of Morgan wearing nothing but boxer briefs steals my speech.

Muscles ripple along his long swimmer’s body. His thighs are thicker than I remember, and his six-pack is more defined. He must be putting all that heartache in at the gym. My gaze dips to the trail of dark hair disappearing inside his waistband, the outline of his generous cock behind blue fabric.

Fuck,I mouth.

Heat floods my body. My cock thickens so fast I feel dizzy. It’s impossible not to be turned on by him. He’s the only man I’ve kissed, the only man I’ve slept with. I don’t want anyone else.

Aquamarine eyes smolder back at me, thick lashes casting shadows on his cheeks as his gaze drifts down my body. He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, plucking every hair on my body to attention. I swallow hard and fist my hands, willing my cock to soften.

He smirks. “You look good too, Sunshine.”

“I’m tired.” I drop my joggers, and crawl under the covers, then roll onto my good side, away from him. The soft cotton sheets smell like him, but they don’t feel like ours. I hate myself for taking his home from him.

“I’m tired too,” Morgan says. “So tired of living apart, of missing you. I want you. I know you want me too.”

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I’m not just saying that. I’ve almost drowned, so I actually know what I’m talking about. I want my husband back more than I wanted air when my vision turned black.

It’s never been about not wanting him.

Morgan sighs and turns off the light. The bed dips, and his warmth radiates along my back as he sidles up behind me without touching me, making him even more difficult to resist.

In the dark silence, there’s nothing to distract me from the pain in my lower back. I clench my hands until my fingernails bite into my palms and take short, shallow breaths to avoid stretching my back muscles. I’m going to pay for that pillow fight, for the game of catch, for Lawrence throwing me into his truck and forcing me into the middle seat with Javi on the other side.

“I know you’re hurting.” Morgan palms my right hip.

Commercial fishing has a big culture of working through pain without complaint, but I’ve never been able to hide my pain from him. That’s part of why I kicked him out.

“I can feel your muscles spasming,” he says.

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.” He squeezes my hip.

I suck in a sharp breath as pain cascades down my leg.

He relaxes his hand. “Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” There’s no limit to the pain I’m willing to withstand to feel his touch.

“Does it always hurt this much?”

It takes me a few seconds to realize he’s not talking about my broken heart. “Sometimes it’s a little worse, like tonight, but it’s always there.”

He clicks his tongue. “Do you want me to try working on you? It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

I don’t protest. I don’t nod either. I want him to choose this so I don’t feel like I’m taking advantage of his kindness.

“Cole?”

“Yeah, okay,” I whisper. “I mean, if you want to.”