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We’d had words.
We’d worked that all out and then made up… spectacularly.
And you had to give it to a man who had it in him to apologize.
It was time to lead us out of this heavy.
“Well, considering I just had two fantastic orgasms, you’re forgiven,” I teased.
He smirked before he kissed me again.
Then he let my hand go and slid down my body, kissing my chest, my midriff, my belly and the inside of my right thigh before he was off the bed.
I turned to my side and curled up to watch as he hiked his jeans over his ass, noticing belatedly he went commando, the opened V of the fly now a frame for the brown curls at his crotch.
My legs moved restlessly, because that was an amazing view.
He didn’t bother zipping and said, “Gonna get rid of this condom. Be back.”
He took off to the bathroom.
I scooted around on the bed and reached for my panties, extricating them from my jeans.
I was pulling them on when he got back.
He grasped me under my arms, entering the bed on his knee, hauling me with him until we ended up in a cuddle in the middle of his massive bed, the city lights illuminating our cozy scene.
“Although we’ve worked it out, upon reflection, I’m wondering if perhaps we shouldn’t try to stop fighting,” I suggested. “Interesting things seem to happen when we realize we’re not at cross purposes.”
“In other words, you still feel me fucking you, and you like it.”
“In other words, yes.”
He started chuckling and pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin.
And that was when he made it all worth it.
But he did this by shredding me.
“My dad hated that I worked at Camp Trail Blazer. He couldn’t believe he was who he was, he’d accomplished all he did, and he made a son who was what he called a camp counselor. We butted heads about it. The last time I talked to him before he killed himself, I told him, if he didn’t like the man I’d turned out to be, he was welcome to absent himself from my life. And then I walked out. Those words were the last he heard from me. And they were the last I’ll ever get to say to him. I have to live with that for the rest of my life, Elsa. And it guts me.”
Well…
Shit.
I pushed into him, holding on tightly, whispering, “Honey.”
Because, what else could I say?
“So I have to do what I have to do with his legacy, okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed swiftly, even if I didn’t totally agree.
He needed to get beyond that, and he couldn’t forfeit his happiness to make up for a heated conversation with his father he couldn’t even begin to imagine would be his last.
But for now, I would leave it alone.
“Okay,” he murmured.
