Page 123 of A Dark Fall

“Well, whoever said that was spot-on.”

“She doesn’t even know the half of it either, but she will soon enough ...” He grins, and then his amazing sexually deviant mouth is on me again.

My head drops back down onto the pillow as I giggle, but the giggle is swallowed quickly by a whine as he sucks loudly on the crease of my thigh. He moves to pin open my thighs with his shoulders and grabs my hand, linking his fingers with mine. He holds me tight in place with the other as he shifts position, lowers his head, and slips his tongue inside. Oh my god.

“Mmm, so soft and tight and sweet. This also tastes like strawberries, by the way.” He flicks his eyes up before lowering his head again to lick his tongue the entire length of me. I have to bite the side of my free hand to stop myself from screaming. “And stop doing that,” he says, pulling his mouth away. I look down at him, puzzled. “When I fuck you, I want to hear you.”

He makes no move to lower his head until I remove my hand from my mouth.

“That’s my girl,” he says as I slide my hand into his hair, pulling at it hard. He doesn’t seem to mind. He hums in approval.

Shortly after, with one hand in his hair and the other in my mouth, I let him hear me.

I’m lying in his arms with my head on his chest as he strokes his hands softly across my naked back. His breathing is deep and even, and its movement coupled with his fingers on my skin is hypnotic. I feel sleepy again. Odd, since last night was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a week. It was long, deep, and unbroken, and when I awoke, I no longer had that heavy, oppressive weight of emptiness in my body that I had every day since last Friday.

“I love you too,” I say quietly.

His body tenses as if it’s been electric shocked.

“Fuck, that must have been a really good orgasm.” His tone is light, but I still hear a tremor in it.

I turn my head up to smile at him. His eyes shine gorgeously, and my chest aches in the most beautiful way.

“It was. And I do. Have done for a while now.”

He blinks. “A while, huh?”

I nod.

“Kept it fucking quiet then.”

“I thought it was pretty obvious.” I give him an innocent look.

He lets out a soft sigh. “Alex, nothing about how you feel about me is pretty obvious, trust me,” he says and pulls me up his body so he can kiss me. He sucks deeply on my mouth, lips and tongue, almost as though he wants to taste the words for himself.

“We should stay in bed all day,” I murmur against his mouth.

He pulls back and gives me an apologetic look. “Fuck, I’d love to, but I have Caleb today.”

God, yes, of course. His son. An image of Jake playing football with him fills my mind, and my heart swells.

“What are you doing with him? Do you have plans?” I ask.

“Ah, I’m taking him to the zoo. He wants to see the lions. Been fucking mental about them since he saw the Lion King.” His voice is warm and soft, and there’s a long pause before he speaks again. “You could come too. If you wanted to.”

Meet his son. Today? God, why am I terrified? I shouldn’t be, but I am.

“Oh, today ...?”

Immediately, I worry the look on my face is horror and that I’ll offend him with it, so I turn away and look around the room instead. “Today is ...” What is today? What on earth do I say? I’m terrified of meeting your son. I’m terrified you’ll see how terrible I am with children and then you won’t love me anymore. I feel his hand on my arm.

He’s smiling. “Alex, it’s fine. It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s soon, I know. There’s plenty of time for you to meet him. It’ll happen when it happens.” He shrugs, looking utterly fine.

I nod slowly. “I do want to meet him, Jake. I just ... I guess I hadn’t prepared myself for it to be today. Christ, what if he hates me?”

Do three-year-olds even know how to hate someone? I don’t know much about children outside of a professional capacity, so I don’t know.

Jake laughs softly and shakes his head. “Baby, he won’t hate you. Seriously? Is that what you’re worried about?” He pulls me back into him and wraps his arms around me. “He’s not going to hate you.”