Page 20 of A Fighting Chance


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Her fingernails sank into the skin on his back. He pulled out and drove again, bending his head to suck on her neck.

She cried out, her back arching, and held him firmer. Whatever pain he’d been in temporarily subsided as her body enveloped him in warm, tight familiarity.

“Damn you, Sydney.”

He thrust harder.

She met him stroke for stroke.

“Syd, don’t you know how much I love you? I would have done anything for you, for us.”

She shook her head. “Not anything.”

“You could choose to trust me.” A groan slipped out when he felt the first promise of orgasm. “We can get through this.”

He pulled out and buried his head between her legs. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held his mouth against her hot flesh until she cried out, shuddering, the mattress shaking. Then he raised his head and entered her again.

Pent-up frustration, strife, love, and lust shot from his body into hers. It was as if the orgasm was as angry as he was, leaving his cock with so much force, it immediately spilled out of her down over his shaft.

Leaving the team wouldn’t fix it.

Having a child wouldn’t fix it.

Nothing would.

This wasn’t about what they wanted. The crux of this issue was something they’d ignored for entirely too long. Something his sister might have been right about. He and Sydney had grown into two different people, but their relationship didn’t grow with them.

* * *

The next morning, he expected to wake up to Sydney asleep beside him, the night before forgotten as he leaned over to place a kiss on her temple. Instead, a handwritten note waited on the pillow beside him.

Joel,

Let’s file the papers.

Let’s not contest it.

I love you so much.

- Syd

And, despite months of pleading and bargaining, sleeping together and sleeping apart, desperate lovemaking, and long periods of painful no-contact, Joel walked out of his lawyer’s office on an overcast Thursday afternoon as a single man for what felt like the first time in sixteen years.

CHAPTER9

One year later

Outside of enemies, adversaries, and a few select teachers from high school who’d had “it” coming, Joel was confident that he could attest that there weren’t many people who didn’t like him.

Until today.

Sweat dripped down Ayesha Savea’s temples. Dark patches created damp land masses on the back of her black leotard. Her lacy circle skirt had wrinkled, and looking at her tights, he knew it would be hell for her to get out of them later due to wet skin.

The Diaz-Wolfe wedding was happening.

Finally.

After setbacks upon setbacks, random global assignments, and a baby, Gage and Tayler had rescheduled their wedding date several times, although no one ever wondered whether it would happen.

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