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The words surprised me as much as they seemed to shock him. But he didn’t hesitate, entwining his fingers with mine. “Hang on… sweet girl.”
In seconds, he was pounding into me, brutally hard, pinning me against the couch, my knees burning, my bottomhole aching, throbbing.
“Nick! Oh fuck… Nick!”
“It’s okay, sweetie. I won’t hurt you.” He punctuated that with several bruising lunges inside me that left me gasping with shock and lust both, the feeling of being taken with such overwhelming animal strength tapping into something dark and primal within my psyche. “Never… hurt you. You’re mine… mine, Eva.”
Then he groaned, arching up, his hand clamping down upon mine painfully, the fingertips of his other hand digging into my hip as he grunted, the heat blooming deep inside me in a strangely attenuated way that was so unlike when he came inside my pussy.
The couch shuddered as he bucked against me several more times, his anguished groans sounding almost painful. Then he finally collapsed, lying over me, his hips still rotating slowly, his cock only now beginning to deflate inside me. My ass throbbed angrily, but I didn’t care. I took firmer hold of his hand and brought it up, pressing it to my breast, looking back at him.
It was then that I met his eyes, and in their depths, I saw something that took my breath away all over again.
Adoration. Pain. Gratitude. Possessiveness. But most of all, there wastenderness.
Caring.
How was it possible that it was only when my husband had fucked my ass brutally…that I’d never felt more intimacy, that I’d never felt more of a connection with this man?
Chapter 17
Nick
I added my name to the line on the Petition for Dissolution, completing the last open line left on the sheet, then laid the pen down on the table. I sipped from my glass, the Cabernet spicy and full-bodied, and stared in silence out the window at the streetlights holding the deep of the night at bay.
She was completely spent, sound asleep, when I’d slipped out the bedroom door. I’d paused in the doorway to look at her, her form curled up, tangled in the bedsheets, her dark hair a wild, beautiful mess upon the bed. Even then, I’d longed to return to her, the sense that time was slipping away—precious,precioustime—one that I just couldn’t shake now.
I wasn’t sure why I was even doing it, but I told myself I was looking for a sign. Perhaps a test of sorts.
I laid the documents on the table, turned to the signature page, in full view. Impossible to miss.
Perhaps it was folly, but this was no time for half measures. This was a time for courage. And for facing the truth. The real truth.
No matter what eventuality came to pass.
If she didn’t take them, if they were still sitting there on the table in the morning, then it would tell me so much. It would mean so much.
But if the doc was gone in the morning… then it really was over. I would accept what was, painful though it might be.
At least I would be able to look myself in the mirror for the rest of my days. I’d be able to say it, if only to myself. I murmured the words, holding up my glass, a toast to Fate.
“You tried everything, Nick. No matter what, you really tried everything you possibly could.”
Chapter 18
Nick
I found her the next morning in the front foyer. She was wearing the old gray pair of yoga pants she’d somehow left here when she’d moved. The gray t-shirt, tucked in adorably, baggy and oversized on her, was mine.
Her hair, loose and lustrous, still shined, as if still wet from a shower. Her back was to me, Eva watching out the door sidelights. For something.
“Hi.” I crossed my arms, my white t-shirt a little too tight, laundered on hot one too many times until it seemed to have shrunk just the tiniest bit.
She turned slowly, and in that look in her eye, I knew. I glanced over to the dining room table anyway.
There was nothing there.
So, this is it.
