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I looped my arms around Will’s neck as he arched his body over mine. The kiss was warm and slow and so good, our lips dragging against each other, our tongues teasing until a round of applause sounded, whistles and catcalls and stomping feet bringing us back to the room. Will pulled away, and I laughed at the smile on his face.
He kissed my forehead as he gestured for Seb, and Jess darted in to hand him over. She gave me a fast hug before stepping away. Will pulled me against his side, and I lifted Seb’s hand before meeting Will’s eyes. The shadow of anxiety that had been present before had lifted, leaving nothing but love.
He set his mouth to my ear, and at the touch of his warm breath, goosebumps thrilled across my skin.
“So, is that a yes?” he whispered. “Do we give this another chance?”
“It’s a yes,” I replied. “So much, yes.”
Will’s arm tightened around me, and there was a moment among all the hooting and clapping that it was only us in that room. Only us in the entire world.
Just the three of us. Our little family.
57
Will
It was the eveningbefore Valentine’s Day, and the festival was almost over. The events would officially wrap up tomorrow night with a revived round of flowers and decorations across town, carnival games, a night food market, and a jazz band in the park, but the crowds had thinned once the hype of the poker tournament was over. The tourism council had gone from pissed off and loud to pissed off and quiet, but that suited me fine. The only way to prove I deserved a second chance was to earn it, and the only way to do that was to apologise to the people I’d hurt and focus on The Stop, my son, and my girl.
Because Abbie was my girl now, and everyone knew it.
She moved back to the loft the night after we made up. Everyone in town was talking about it—thanks, Dawn—but we were happy.
Yesterday, I posted a pic of me, Abbie, and Seb on the beach on my socials and captioned it with the announcement of our relationship. I was past the point of caring about the impact ofmy marital status on my bottom line. If I’d learned anything these last few weeks, it was to give my energy to the things that mattered. But Abbie had been braced for backlash from the Will Kidd Fan Club. I’d pretended that everything would be all right but quietly believed she was right. I was ready to jump in and defend her against an onslaught of online bullshit… and then, it didn’t happen.
Not counting one or two outliers, the online response was overwhelmingly positive. Everyone fell in love with Seb at first sight—no surprises there. Those dimples were going to get him into (and out of) a world of trouble. A bunch of women on my feeds were girl-crushing on Abbie, and her social followings jumped upward by the thousands after she shared that her secret to her luminescence was yoga (not sex, though that’s totally what it was).
Bottom line, most people were happy for me. They saw something romantic in the roguish playboy finding his person and something viscerally satisfying in Abbie having the skills to tame me.
Hundreds of people asked if she was the girl who scored the quickie at The Stop. We neither confirmed nor denied.
I also signed and filed Seb’s parental rights papers.
I woke up the morning after storming Abbie’s studio with her wrapped up in my arms and the coconut fragrance of her skin in my nose, and it felt like I’d pressed a reset button on my life. I’d climbed out of a pit of self-recrimination and despair and into a world of love and possibility.
With twenty-four hours to go until I could officially put this year’s Valentine’s Day in Valentine Bay Festival behind me, I stood at the door to the loft and handed Seb to my mother for another sleepover. It didn’t feel great having him spend the night away from me and Abbie, but once this week was over, it wouldn’t happen nearly as frequent.
The door to the loft closed behind us then, and I turned to Abbie. She looked at me with a mischievous twinkle that I couldn’t resist, and I pounced, throwing her over my shoulder roughly enough that she squealed before she laughed, then carried her up the stairs.
“I’ve been waiting for this since the moment I kissed you in the studio yesterday,” I confessed as I laid her down on the unmade bed. “I love Seb, but being a father has got to be the biggest cock block there is.”
Abbie chuckled, then propped herself up on her elbows as she watched me tear off my shirt and unzip my pants. Her eyes widened, and her tongue swept over her bottom lip. “I guess we’re just going to have to get more inventive because I hope you know I plan to be a high-maintenance woman. I require access to your services at least five times a week.”
“You’ll get no complaints from me.”
I dropped to my knees and tugged at her pants, peeling the tight material down her legs. “These make your arse look fucking unreal, but they’re a bitch to take off.”
“Got to make you work for it,” she said with a chuckle before she collapsed onto the mattress.
I ran my nose up the inside of her open thighs, inhaling the scent of her, then pushed her knees further apart. Years of yoga had made Abbie’s muscles firm and supple, and I leaned further on her legs, spreading her wider to give me full access to her dripping pussy.
Blood rushed to my cock at the first taste of her, and as I dragged my tongue up her wet slit and lapped at the moisture pooling at her centre, Abbie threaded her long fingers through my hair, twisted at the roots tight enough to sting, and ground her hips against my mouth. Her breathless moans and wordless cries spurred me to work harder, and I fucking got off on the way she bore down on my face, riding me with no restraint. Somany women were shy about this sort of thing, but not my girl. I wanted her sex on my tongue, and she wanted me fucking her like this.
After she came screaming my name, I peeled the rest of her clothes from her body and removed my pants. I needed to feel her bare skin on mine, but when I covered her body with mine, she shoved me over onto my back and climbed on top.
I dug my fingertips into her hips and groaned as she straddled me, then took my dick and rubbed the tip over her wet centre.
“I don’t know how I thought I could live without this,” she said breathily as she slid onto my dick. I groaned and squeezed my eyes closed as I adjusted to the sensation of her snug walls around me. “I don’t know how I thought we could ever go back to being friends.”
