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He rests his heavy palms on the tops of my feet, and the touch infuses me with strength, knowing that he’s here, waiting, caring, listening.
“Share with me now, Scarlett,” he urges, thumbs tracing the arches. “Please.”
I swallow the bobbing lump in my throat, and give him every iota of my attention. “I got pregnant the second month we were together. And it was then that I realized just how much of a priority it was to me to be a mom. And Pete assured me I could have both. Jizz and motherhood.”
His palms wrap my ankles, thumbs now smoothing circles on my shins. More warmth, more security.
“I can’t say for sure what happened. It was early. Women lose babies early all the time. But… we had an argument. I was only eight weeks. We fought over, God, I don’t know. That’s how stupid it was. I don’t even remember.”
His grip on me intensifies, and the man at my feet transforms, anger left behind. “He fucking put his hands on you?”
I shake my head. “No, no. I mean. Yeah, he shook me a little but… the fight left me fucked up emotionally. I cried so much that my belly ached. Then I cramped. Then I miscarried.”
His hands smooth over my knees, up my thighs. The weight of them there brings me comfort through the discomfort.
“When I told him, he held me. He seemed to care. And I took that as my opportunity to roll forward, keep trying. But then he just saw it as a tool, an opportunity. And when waving it in front of me failed to work, he’d play that final card he had stashed away. He’d… tell me I can’t even keep a baby alive.”
Cohen’s hands come to my waist before he drags his palms over my belly, resting them there as he waits for me to ready myself for his gaze. Tears fall and I take a deep breath.
His eyes are soft with grief and understanding. “You miscarried. A lot of women miscarry and go on to have thriving families. You are not at fault for a miscarriage. You have no control over your body.”
“I know,” I breathe, pinching my eyes, feeling silly for believing what I know isn’t true. But something that doesn’t hurt on its own will hurt if given repetition.
“Do you though? Do you know?” He grabs my hips, rising, taking me with him off the bed. My legs wrap his waist as his hand fishes up my back, holding me by the neck. Our foreheads come together. “You are not at fault.”
My throat and eyes burn. “Neither were you.”
He lowers me to the center of the bed and stands at the foot. We share a silent moment.
“He isn’t worth losing your job at Crave or getting arrested.”
Cohen steps closer to the foot of the bed, eyes trained on me. “I wouldn’t lose Crave.” He works his jeans. “Lance deleted the footage.” He goes to work on the many buttons on his black and white flannel. He steps out of his boots, toe to heel. “And it doesn’t matter to me. I would take responsibility for what I did to him because he deserved it. No one fucking talks about you like that, not anymore.”
My chest is heavy, vibrating from his caring, protective energy. “He isn’t worth the risk,” I manage, practically choking on held back tears.
I told him now, and he’s accepting. I should have told him before. I felt so ashamed and here he is, showing me I have nothing to feel ashamed about. And that he’s here no matter what.
Reaching behind him, I watch as he yanks his black t-shirt off and drops it. Hooking his thumbs in his boxer briefs, he gives those a tug too. He’s fat and long between his legs, and my body flushes from the sight.
“It’s never been about what he’s worth,” he growls, crawling on the bed over me. He unbuttons my jeans, and shimmies them down my legs. “It’s about you, Scarlett. It’s always about you and what you’re worth. You are worth risking everything for.”
His hard cock presses against my body as he straddles me, rocking me forward to pull my sweater and t-shirt off. The feel of his fingers at my spine as he unclasps my bra has my pussy clenching. Resting me carefully against the pillows again, I reach down and wrap my hand around his erection.
“It’s about you,” he says, his voice husky. He pushes my thighs apart as he positions his face at my cunt.
I reach out and fill my fingers with his hair, stilling him. My voice cracks like crazy, but I don’t hide it.
“Why are you so good to me?” I ask, my chest rattling, eyes wet. He catches my palm in a kiss.
“You brought me back to life,” he says, voice rough.
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And tonight, I’m in control.
Everything that happened today leaves my mind. I don’t even have to force it out. As soon as we’re alone together, and she’s told me everything she was scared to say, it’s just us. And tonight, I’m in control.
