Page 71 of This Broken Heart
Please.
Harder.
This time, when he comes, his cock is pressed between my tummy and his abs. I can feel his shaft throbbing between us and the groan that rumbles in his chest resonates from my head to my toes. We clean up in the bathroom and there’s a brief hesitation afterwards. His room is to the right and mine is to the left. I want him to come back with me and judging by the lingering look in his eyes, that’s what he wants, too. So I grab his hand and lead him back to the bed. I wiggle back into my panties, slipping into a t-shirt, while he pulls his boxers back on.
He lies on his back and tucks me into his side. I curl up next to him, planting my hand on his warm chest.
“What happens now?” He asks, fingers playing with my hair.
“That’s a complicated question.”
He blows out a deep breath. “I know.”
I’m quiet for a long time, thinking it over. He waits patiently. My fingers slip along his collarbone. “Living together kind of puts us in a fishbowl. The kids pick up on everything. I think… for their sake, we need to carry on. Business as usual.”
He presses his lips to the top of my head. A deep breath fills his chest and cascades over my skin as he releases it. “Think we can pull that off?”
“I think we have to.”
His hand rests on his stomach, and I run my fingers over the back of it. He flips it over, weaving our fingers together. His arm slips along my side, supporting me, holding me close. “If that’s what you want.”
I nod, but who the hell knows what I want?
I’m not sure if we’re doing the right thing. Maybe we made a critical mistake by sleeping together.
But there was an attraction between us that was bound to boil over at some point.
We’re both so tangled up in our thoughts and our pasts that neither of us has a clear direction.
The only thing I know for sure is that I don’t want those kids getting hurt in the process. With that pole star as our guiding light, we have to feel our way forward.
For the time being, we have the house to ourselves and we can live in the dream space between our pasts and whatever the future holds. For a little while longer, anyway.
We can’t seem to decide between snuggling and fucking, so we split the difference. Josh wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to make me come again and again.
There’s a desperation to our touch, like we’re not sure if we’ll ever get a second chance together.
By the time the sun cracks over the horizon, I’m thoroughly exhausted, but satisfied.
Josh rolls over, kissing my shoulder, before slipping out of bed. I hear the shower running and my stomach twists a little. The fantasy, the illusion, is fading like smoke and reality comes painfully into focus.
We get ready together, trying to slip back into our old rapport. It’s a little hard at first, but by the time we’re drinking our coffee, I can almost pretend like it doesn’t sting.
This was my idea.
I have to remind myself of that.
But the truth is, if I hadn’t said it, I’m confident that he would have.
It was going to hurt either way, but at least this way, I saw it coming.
We drive together to pick the kids up. Lisa and Keith want to host a brunch in their new house.
Somehow, this woman has managed to conjure up a full spread from scratch, despite the fact that they are very much still living out of boxes.
The girls are there. Dusty even makes an appearance.
I smile and chat with Reese.