AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My eyes opened and the look in his eyes, of such pure love, was my undoing. Everyone should be looked at that way. Like they’re special. Like they’re loved. Like the other person is incomplete without them at their side.
I raised my head and brought my lips against his. His stubble scratched the palms of my hands and my mouth opened beneath his as I gasped. He lightly nipped my bottom lip with his teeth, grabbing onto the top of the headboard. Sweat dampened his skin and I placed my hands against his muscular stomach, my eyes never leaving his.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
I craved him.
I loved him.
And I was lucky enough to call him my husband.
“Trace,” I gasped his name, clawing at his back with my fingernails. Both of our breaths accelerated.
He peppered my face with kisses before laying claim to my mouth.
I thought I might explode from the feelings building inside me.
I found myself gasping his name again in-between kisses.
He grasped my hips, lifting mine to meet his. “Oh, God,” I moaned, fighting the urge to shut my eyes.
His teeth clenched together as he sped up his movements.
“Olivia,” my name was barely a whisper uttered from his lips. “Olivia,” he said my name a bit louder. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, no longer able to hold back.
He slipped from my body, but held me tightly in his arms, our dampened skin sticking together.
He pulled my hair away from my neck and kissed it where my pulse raced.
“Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me,” he breathed.
“You didn’t find me. We found each other.”
I woke up groggily, something having awoken me. It took me a moment to realize it was a phone ringing.
Trace was sitting up too, rubbing his eyes. His hair stuck up around his head and he looked at me with sleepy eyes. “What the fuck is that?” He growled, the sheet falling to his waist.
“Phone,” I answered, looking around to see if it was his or mine. It was five in the morning and I was too exhausted to figure out why anyone would be calling us at this time.
He slipped his boxers on and searched the room for the annoying thing. He found it on the floor, under the dresser.
“Hello?” He answered, scratching the back of his head.
I watched the color drain from his face. He didn’t say anything to the person. Instead he took his phone and threw it against the wall. I watched as it shattered into pieces. He lowered his head into his hands and his sobs filled the room. I had never seen anyone look so completely and utterly broken before and I hated that it was Trace of all people. He didn’t deserve to go through this. No one did.
I slowly rose from the bed and approached him like one would a frightened animal.
“Trace,” I whispered his name so I didn’t startle him.
His chest heaved with desperate breaths and he refused to look at me. “Trace,” I repeated.
When he didn’t lower his hands, I responded by wrapping my arms around him. That got him to move. His hands left his face and he hugged me against him. My tears dampened his skin. I tried to dam the back, to be strong, but it was pointless.
“He’s dead,” Trace murmured unnecessarily. “Gramps is dead,” his voice was flat with no emotion. I knew he was processing the news and wishing it wasn’t true. His sobs increased and I didn’t know what to do to fix this. I was pretty sure there was nothing I could do, but that didn’t keep me from wanting to try. Trace was always so strong and never the one to get so emotional. I had never seen him quite like this…so broken and helpless. It tore me apart. I loved him and wanted to heal everything that hurt. But I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I was clueless.
So, I held him.
