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“Abby, please,” he rasped. “Don’t tease. I can’t take it.”
“Foreplay was always half the fun, remember?”
Joel hooked his hands behind my knees, slid his palms down my calves and lifted my legs until he could curl his fingers around my ankles.
“I seem to recall that neither one of us had the patience for it,” he said. “I can’t imagine sixteen years has made much difference in that department.”
“Then hurry up and get a condom,” I countered.
Joel froze. He blinked at me once, like a deer caught in headlights.
“I don’t…um…” He faltered, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“You don’t have one,” I said.
He shook his head with an apologetic glance.
“I was never interested in anyone else so I just…stopped carrying them after a while.”
My eyebrows shot up.
“Wait. You mean…?”
After all this time, Joel had never been with another woman. Only me. He tugged at his earlobe self-consciously.
“You were always the one, Abby,” he said softly. “I kicked myself every day that I didn’t try harder to find you. I guess I was used to people moving on and I thought I couldn’t do anything to change that because it was normal.”
My heart felt like it was splitting in two. I curved my hand around the back of Joel’s neck, pulling him close. He wrapped his arms around me, brushing a feathery kiss to my shoulder.
I took every precaution to make sure that Joel didn’t find me when I was pregnant and well after Cam came along. But he blamed himself when he was never the problem. He loved me with his whole heart.
It was his damn club getting him into trouble.
“Take me to bed,” I whispered.
Chapter Nine
Red
The words were barely out of Abby’s mouth before I had her in my arms, guiding her legs around my waist. I carried her down the hallway as she directed me to her room with a bed by the window, the walls painted a soft lavender, and a stack of paperbacks on the nightstand.
Within seconds, I’d stripped off my clothes. Abby wiggled out of her skirt, leaving it forgotten on the floor, completely, perfectly, wonderfully bare for me. Motherhood had made her softer, rounded her hips, her stomach, her breasts. The urge to kiss and taste every inch of her was overwhelming. I skimmed my hand over her stomach, tracing the stretch marks on her skin.
I wish I’d been there to see how beautiful Abby must have looked when Cam was growing inside her. I wish I could have kissed her belly every night and whispered how excited I was to meet our little girl. I wish I could have held Abby’s hand in labor and witnessed the joy on her face when she saw Cam’s face for the first time.
I’d missed it all. The only thing I could do now was make sure I didn’t miss anything else with my girls.
Abby retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer and fiddled with it as she considered something. I spread my hands to the side, indicating she could do whatever she wanted with me. I was hers. Always.
A small, eager smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Abby rose up on her knees at the edge of the mattress. She pulled me closer by the hips, forcing me to thrust forward, which put my jutting cock directly in front of her.
I swept her hair out of her face as Abby tore the packet open and rolled the condom on. When she was finished, she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my hip. Followed by another kiss to my lower abdomen, my muscles contracting with surprise when her breath tickled.
She trailed kisses up my torso, up my neck, and when she reached my mouth, I was achingly hard. Practically melting against the bed, I leaned back against the pillows, shifting Abby on top of me.
With her thighs bracketing my hips, I bit the inside of my cheek, fighting to hold on and not blow immediately. Then Abby sank down onto my cock, inch by glorious inch. The hot, silky clutch of her body enveloped me, sending white-hot sparks rocketing through every nerve.
My hands fell to her thighs, arched up toward her hips, urging her to move. Abby started to ride me with long, slow strokes. Her breath hitched every time I bottomed out inside her, pulsing, throbbing, connected.
