Page 22 of The Road Back to Us

I stopped what I was doing and pulled back to look at him.

He was infuriatingly gorgeous with features I could get lost in for hours. But it was the pure goodness etched on his face that made my heart stutter in my chest because Cole wasn’t just a good guy. He was the best guy I had ever known, and I trusted that if I said no, he would stop immediately and pretend like this hadn’t happened. He’d do whatever I needed him to do.

“Cole,” I said firmly, making sure I had his attention. “I know that we’re still married, even if we’re technically separated. This is just sex—nothing more, nothing less—a physical act between two people who know and trust each other. I know I want it, but if you don’t, I completely understand, because I can’t offer you anything other than a physical thing. This isn’t going to change things between us, at least not right now—”

“I think you should know by now that I will give you whatever you want, Lyric. Even if I break my own heart in the process.”

“I don’t want that for you,” I whispered.

“I’ve been living with the loss of not being with you for years, Lyric. Having you for one night is worth it, even if that’s all I ever get. If I can bring you the pleasure that you’re seeking, then that’s what I want to do. But I need you to make sure this is what you want to do. We can’t go back and uncross this line once we cross it.”

I chewed my nail anxiously as I considered what he was saying. A huge part of me didn’t want to cross this line because I knew that Cole would be the one to suffer if we did. But at the same time, I saw that same look in his eyes that told me he wanted this no matter what the cost was.

Twenty-Two

Cole

It felt like someone took a knife and plunged it through my heart.

I watched as Lyric lifted her tank top over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her breasts on full display as she sat on my lap. My cock hardened as I fought the urge to lean in and pull a puckered nipple into my mouth.

She looked at me with a beautiful smile on her face as she reached between us and rubbed my cock. I hissed and closed my eyes, trying to force myself to stay in control and not come in her hand like some two pump chump. She giggled, as if she knew my dilemma, and removed her hand before climbing off.

I wasn’t sure if she had changed her mind, but before I could think too much about it, she was leaning back and pulling her shorts and panties off.

Okay, so this was really happening. I was about to have sex with my wife, whom I hadn’t touched in over six years.

“You’re thinking too much,” she teased. “I can see the knot forming between your eyebrows.”

I arched one, making her laugh as I felt the knot she was talking about.

“Maybe I’m just considering the many ways I want to make you come,” I answered, loving the flush of color on her cheeks as she laid down on the bed, completely naked.

I got up and made sure the door was locked before removing the rest of my clothes as I headed back to the bed.

“Oooh, I love that there are multiple options to choose from.”

“The sky is the limit, my dear.”

I noticed the way her eyes widened for a brief second at the term of endearment, but ignored it when she reached out and grabbed my cock, stroking slowly as I watched her.

“I forgot how big it is,” she murmured, tilting her head as she studied it. “So thick, too.”

“He hasn’t forgotten you,” I teased with a wink as I grew harder in her hand.

“Well, that’s good. She hasn’t forgotten him either.”

While I hadn’t been with anyone since we separated, I had no idea if Lyric had dated or slept with anyone while we were apart. Deep down, I hoped she hadn’t, but six years was a long time to ask someone to go without physical intimacy.

“It looks like I’m going to have to work harder to get you out of your head,” Lyric mused.

Before I could say anything, she leaned forward and pulled my cock slowly into her mouth.

My head tipped back as my eyes fluttered closed, and I stood there completely at her mercy as she sucked, teasing the tip with her tongue before taking me to the back of her throat again.

Lyric had always been good at everything she did, but giving head was by far the best. She’d always had a way of knowing what I needed and how I needed her to touch me to get me off.

“Baby, you gotta stop, or I’m going to come down your throat,” I warned, putting my hand in her hair and holding her head in place as she slowly pulled away and looked up at me under dark lashes.