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“Oh, would you look at the time, I have to get ready for work.” Turning on my heel, I make my escape back to my bedroom, closing the door with a click behind me.
Leaning against the door, I try to calm my racing heart. As I quickly grab clean underwear from the drawer, going into the bathroom, I set the water temperature as I slip the T-shirt over my head, stepping naked into the shower, the hot spray of water going a long way to soothing my tense muscles.
When I feel the door to the shower stall open and the heat of a body behind me, my first instinct is to scream, but as a tattooed arm wraps around me, I know immediately that it’s Ky, and I hate myself a little more when my back intuitively sinks into his front. It’s then I can clearly feel his hard cock pressing into the curve of my ass.
“What are you doing here, Ky?” I try to go for a clear and concise demand, but it comes out as a groan when he presses his cock into my skin.
“What does it feel like I’m doing here?” he drawls. His hands rising to cup my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples into hard, painful peaks.
“It feels like you’re tormenting me,” I reply, leaning my head back against his shoulder, letting myself go to his ministrations. His hand slides down the curve of my belly to my pussy, as he slides a finger, then two, as the palm of his large hand presses deliciously against my clit.
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice rumbles, his fingers still inside me but not moving.
“Don’t you dare,” I growl, as his fingers move inside me in a scissoring action. He laughs, the sound deep as my ear is pressed to his chest.
Feeling emboldened, I reach behind me, and wrap my small hand around his thick cock, even though it doesn’t reach all the way around, hearing him hiss, I can’t help the small grin.
“You’re playing with fire, sweetness,” he groans out as I slide my hand up and down his shaft, all the while his fingers stay deep inside me. Oh, I knew I was, but I couldn’t help myself. It’s not long before I’m falling over the edge with a shout of ecstasy.
When he removes his fingers, I spin around to face him just in time to see him lick them clean of my essence. I make a move to slide to the tiled floor, intending to put my mouth on him.
“No!” he barks, and I freeze. Clearing his throat, when he next speaks, it’s gentler. “As much as I want to feel your lips around my cock, I want to come inside you.”
With that, he lifts my right leg, draping it over his arm, as he guides himself inside me. When he’s seated to the hilt, we both groan. The feeling of fullness is indescribable, and as he thrusts, I see stars.
As he pumps his big hard cock inside me, he lowers his head to capture my lips with his in a wet, heated kiss that leaves me breathless. After a few more thrusts, I feel like I’m going to be split open, but in the most delicious of ways, as he turns us without breaking contact, pressing my back up against the tiled wall.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and in this position I feel him even deeper inside me, if that were even possible. Within seconds, I’m coming for a second time on a scream that I’m sure the entire house has heard.
Ky follows with his own orgasm on a deep, rumbling roar. His head buried in the crook of my neck, and I can feel his teeth pinch the skin there. I know it’s going to leave a mark. But ask me if I care.
“I fucking love you, sweetness.”
I freeze when he speaks those words. Words I’ve waited to hear spoken for so long. I lick my lips, hugging him to me.
“I love you, too,” I say, as a wide smile, the smile I love so much, transforms his face. Without warning, he picks me up and I squeak in surprise, carrying me bridal style to the bedroom, still tracking water on the floor from our bodies.
He guides me onto the bed with a tenderness that catches me off guard, and as he settles next to me, I can feel the rapid beat of his heart against my side. Our legs tangle in a mess of body parts, as he lowers his head to mine, he captures my lips in a blisteringkiss. This time is slow and soft, not frenzied and wanton like in the shower.
To my utter amazement, he doesn’t take it further, placing his hand on my belly, tracing the scar of my C-section. His head resting on the pillow next to mine as we just stare at each other.
“I want you home. Finn misses you, and especially Willow. I miss you. And our daughter.”
My breath hitches every time he calls her our daughter.
“Where is he?” I can’t help asking.
“With his grandmother. She’d like an opportunity to look after Willow too, if you’ll allow it?”
“Of course I’ll allow it. How is she doing?” To my utter shame, since moving out of Ky’s house, I’d cut off contact with Everleigh since she was the closest to him. I didn’t want to know what he was up to. Then one of the ol’ladies told me she was undergoing chemotherapy, and I haven’t even been over to ask how she was.
I shake my head, wiping unshed tears from my eyes.
“Sweetness, don’t cry. She’s doing surprisingly well, considering. After the operation to remove the breast, she was grumpy and she couldn’t stand being next to my dad. But things are better now. She understands I was an asshole to you. But she’s demanded I bring you both back home. She wants to get to know her granddaughter. My dad does, too.”
I laugh with tears still in my eyes. “Of course they can. I’m such a bitch.”
“Come back home with me. I know I was a dick to you, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I promise,” he pleads, peppering kisses all over my face, and I melt into a puddle.