AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And it’s not like it was super deep or anything.
But we could’ve talked about anything, and it would’ve hit me like this. It’s just him.
My body shivers with new feelings when I think about dragging my fingernails down his back, over his muscled skin, and then massaging him down even further.
I’d grab his manhood, get him ready for our future, for the soul-searing lovemaking that will bring us to the next chapter in our lives.
No, I can’t think like that. It’s wishful thinking, silly fantasizing.
As I walk down the street, I try to work out what Julie’s talking about, thinking maybe that will distract me. But I know that’s impossible.
The best I can do is focus on something else and hope Felix fades while knowing I never want him to.
Julie.
I silently scream her name.
A negative thought slithers into my mind.
She may have taken something Mike said and fixated on it. She’s done it a few times since her dad’s death, going over and over phrases, seeing meanings that aren’t there. I keep trying to get her to see a therapist, but she refuses every time.
But overreaction or not, I need to get home. She needs me.
I want to help her long-term, to make it, so she never spirals, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to abandon her tonight.
And there’s a chance something terrible really has happened.
I can’t keep letting myself assume every problem she has is because of what happened with her dad or the grief she’s suffering through.
My car comes into view – well, Mom’s car – and I find my thoughts returning to Felix. I can’t stop them, even if I try…even if I attempt toforcemy mind to stop it. I can’t.
It’s only him, just my man.
As I approach my car, I freeze.
My whole body stiffens up, even as I scream at myself to move, todosomething.
I can hear somebody walking up behind me, but time feels like it’s slowed right down, but it’s also like the person is moving too fast for me to react.
In the reflection of the car, a man’s silhouette appears behind me.
CHAPTERSIX
Felix
She spins on me, her hands raised, giving me a view of the blue butterfly that started all this.
She looks ready for a fight, and despite everything, I can’t help but smirk.
Her sassiness burns up through her, making her cheeks turn a tempting shade of pink, causing my savage mind to spirit away to carnal places.
I’m thinking about my woman, lying on her back, with that same sassiness bursting through her.
I imagine her moaning, staring up at me, and nodding as she gets closer to the end.
Nodding because she knows what the orgasm means, the shared crescendo.
She knows I want to put a baby in her.
