Page 44 of My Best Years

I’m a dead man.

“Birdie Wren,” I groan her name. “Come here.” I tangle my fingers in her golden hair and pull her closer until she’s lying on top of me, chest to chest.

With one hand in her hair, I lower the other to her waist and begin thrusting up into her. Her lips find mine, moaning into my mouth as I fuck her, pumping my hips slow then fast. Our sweaty bodies grind together as I lose track of time, sinking into her tight core over and over again.

Our damp skin slaps together, mixing with the sounds of our pleasure. She takes me so well, like our bodies were made for one another.

I suck on the delicate skin of her neck as her fingers disappear into my hair, clawing at my skull as she loses control on top of me.

I obviously don’t know what it feels like to have a woman come around my cock, but with Birdie’s squeezing me tighter and tighter by the second, I have a feeling I’m about to. My thrusts grow frantic as she clenches around me.

“Cal!”she cries out. “You feel so good… It’s so good… I’m going to…”

And then, I feel it.

Without her saying it, I fucking know.

Her core spasms, milking my shaft as jumbled moans and whimpers fall from her lips. Her limbs shake as she lets go, giving me all she has.

It’s such a fucking honor to have her like this. Out of all the people in the world, Birdie chose me. She’s mine, and that’s what sends me over the edge.

Within seconds, I let go. Hot streams of cum fill the condom as I continue thrusting inside of her, trying to make this moment last as long as possible.

I never want this to end.

I already want to go again. After tonight, it’ll be torture trying to keep my hands off of Birdie. I want to watch her fall apart in every corner of the universe.

“God, Birdie,” I exhale, brows furrowed as we ride out the last of our release. “You’re my girl. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, Cal,” she rasps as we slowly rock against each other. “I’ll never love anyone but you.”

I’ll never love anyone but you.

Those were the exact words that played on a loop in my mind as I held Birdie’s naked body against my chest that night.

I watched her sleep, unable to contain my smile as I stared down at the love of my life. The woman that I would marry one day, have babies, and grow old with.

She chose me. And no matter where life takes us, I will always choose her.

I had no idea that would be the last night I would see Birdie Wren.

If I had, I would have never let her go. I would haveconvinced her to leave with me in the middle of the night and go to a place wherehecould never find us.

Little did I know that after the best night of my life, the worst day would follow.

In the blink of an eye, my entire world came crashing down.

In less than twenty-four hours, it was all over.

FIFTEEN

Birdie

Present Day

“Hi,” I greet the hostess. “I’m here to meet someone for dinner. He may not be here yet, though.”

I look down and check my watch. It’s seven o'clock on the dot.