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“Fuck, Troy,” she mumbles between breaths, her fingers white from her grip on the seats. With each thrust, I bury myself deeper inside her. She feels so fucking good.
“God, you’re perfect.” My words come out as rough as my breathing. I want her to feel as good as I do right now. I test her steadiness by removing my grip with one of my hands. When I note her core is strong enough to keep her stable, I reach one hand around, rubbing her clit in fast circles.
The moan she lets out with the extra connection is my undoing. I feel her tighten around me in waves as my own orgasm explodes through me. My entire body is overcome equally with pleasure and weakness after holding us steady and experiencing one of the most intense feelings I’ve ever had.
I run my hands up her back slowly, feeling her heart beating fast against my fingertips as she relaxes into the seat.
I tug on her sweatshirt lightly as I pull out of her and spin her around as she stands. Pulling her to me, I cross my arms around her neck, and she returns the motion by wrapping her arms around my waist. I breathe in the smell of her coconut shampoo. “I love you,” I whisper into her ear.
“So much,” she murmurs back.
CHAPTER FORTY
LEXY
Troy’sarmfeelsheavydraped over my waist, but I lift it slowly. Slipping out of bed, I gently release his arm to the mattress in my place in an attempt not to wake him. We came back to Melissa’s house last night so I could meet her husband, Mike. It was two in the morning before we were all too exhausted to keep talking, so we stayed the night here.
I make my way downstairs. After filling a glass of water from the fridge, I check out the backyard through the floor-to-ceiling sliding glass door off to the side of the kitchen. It’s only fenced in on the left side. The back is lined with trees, and there’s no divider between the neighbor’s yard. I try to imagine what it would be like to not only have a loving family but have a second family living next door.
“Good morning, Lexy.” Melissa’s sweet voice fills the quiet morning air. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” I make my way back to the kitchen to help her. Once we both have steaming mugs–mine maroon with a high school football logo–she leads us to the patio chairs outside. It’s a little chilly, even in a pair of Troy’s old pajama pants, but I don’t mind. It’s so peaceful, and the smog free air is refreshing to breathe.
As we sit, a woman perched on an identical outdoor furniture set next door waves. We both return the gesture. “Have you met the Porters yet?”
“Not yet. You guys must be close?”
“They are like a second family, have been for over twenty years now.”
“Like you are for Troy.”
“No. Troyisour family.”
“He’s lucky to have you. You raised great kids.”
“Thank you, sweetie, but I think you make more of a difference than anyone now.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do. I love Troy as much as I love my biological kids, but I’m just so happy he’s finally found his person who can love him in all the ways he deserves.”
My hands are wrapped around my coffee mug in an attempt to warm me, and I run my thumb slowly along the top edge as I stare into the hot liquid. This is such a rare conversation for me, but I don’t want to be uncomfortable with it; I want to be able to talk about it. I want it to be normal. I want to be part of a family like this too.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course. I’m an open book.”
“Taking Troy in must have been a big decision. I mean, you had to completely rearrange your life. It was so selfless. How did you know you were making the right choice for you? For your family?”
“As a mom, I couldn’t imagine a little boy growing up without a loving family. It was a no brainer. To be honest, Mike and I hardly thought about it before deciding.”
“I wish I had that. A loving family I mean.” I feel safe opening up to her. It's clear why Troy thrived despite such a rough first decade of his life.
“Troy is one of the greatest joys in my life even though some wouldn’t consider him family. Your family can be whoever you choose, Lexy. I’m so sorry you didn’t have one growing up, but you can change that now.”
“I want Troy to be my family.”
“Well, if that’s the case then you’re stuck with us too.” She smiles before taking a sip of her coffee, and I do the same. “I know you have a big decision to make once you leave here. I know you’ll make the right one for you. My advice is to not overthink it. No matter what has happened in your past, you always have the ability to change your future. Unfortunately, there’s no guide book on what choices you should make, but your gut will usually lead you down the right path. I know it did for us, with Troy.”
