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He pushes up into me, deeper, and he grabs my neck, pulling me close to him. Cage kisses me on the mouth, sliding his tongue inside of me, and my entire body clenches because I’m so close.
I’m so, so, so close.
“Princess,” he murmurs. “You’re so fucking sexy. Come for me,” he insists again, and now, finally, my body is ready to listen.
My orgasm rushes over me in waves, pouring over my damn soul. I open my mouth in a silent scream as the pleasure covers me. Cage digs his fingers into my hips as he, too, comes apart, and I feel him thrusting up into me, pulsing.
And then it’s over.
It’s over and Cage and I had sex.
And...wow.
I look down at him. My hands are on his chest, and I’m straddling him, and he’s looking up at me like he really does think I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
I blush, suddenly feeling a little bit shy, because the truth is that Cage and I don’t really know each other that well anymore. Once upon a time, we were inseparable, but now things are different, and I’m different, and he’s different, and...
He kisses me, pulling me close, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I love you,” he says. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Eleven
Cage
On Monday morning, Alicia and I take Orlando to preschool and drop him off. Orlando is very pleased to introduce me to his teacher, and I’m just as happy to meet her. In my mind, this shows that I’m not going anywhere. I’m sticking around. I’m going to give this parenting thing my all, and I’m going to be totally involved in my child’s life.
I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that he’s not going to grow up like I did. He’s not going to be constantly vying for my attention because I’m going to be there every step of the way. Alicia and I go to her office. I walk her inside, officially meet Heather and a few of the other staff members, and then I politely duck out while Alicia begins her work day.
There’s something I have to do before my life goes any farther.
The cemetery is only a few blocks from the clinic, so I head over on foot. I stand at the gates for what feels like an eternity, and finally, I get the guts to go inside.
It doesn’t take long to find where my mom is buried. She’s got a glamorous-looking tombstone, which totally fits her personality. If there’s one thing my mother always loved, it was to make a show, and oh, she’s made one.
I walk slowly to the tombstone, and when I reach it, I kneel down in front of it.
“Hi, Mom.”
I don’t know what I expect.
I’m not particularly superstitious, but I don’t know what I think is going to happen. I guess I thought there would be something: a gust of wind, a bird flying by.
Something.
But there’s nothing, and now it’s just me and my mom in this moment.
“I miss you,” I whisper. “It’s been a very long time.”
I know what my mom would say if she could speak back. She’d call me ridiculous. She’d tell me I’d been silly. She’d say she was disappointed and frustrated and mad, but oh, that she still loved me.
That’s what Mom would say.
Because I know my mom never stopped loving me.
Every book I write is dedicated to either my mom or Alicia. I never come right out and say it. I always disguise my dedications in beautiful, flowery language, like, “To the girl with the bright eyes,” or, “To the woman who loved me from the start.”
I don’t want my readers
