Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 104448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
We moved into the bedroom, kissing and touching until he was on his back in the middle of the bed, with my slick fingers teasing his hole and my mouth trailing kisses around the hardening peak of a nipple.
Dev’s fingers tunneled into my hair, blunt nails scraping lightly against my scalp. I took his nipple into my mouth and tugged. He sucked in a breath and arched up, giving me the opportunity to slip a finger inside of him. After teasing both of his nipples, I moved down and began doing the same to his cock, using my lips to toy with his foreskin the way I knew he liked.
His channel clenched around my fingers as I continued to stretch him out. Dev’s usually hazel eyes looked all brown and piercing. I couldn’t look away.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he said in a voice almost too low to hear. “Need you.”
I took a last deep suck of his cock, running my tongue along and around the shaft before pulling off. A groan rumbled in his chest as I moved up to kiss him on the mouth. His warm hands moved across my back and ass as he murmured against my mouth for me to get inside him.
By the time I moved between his open thighs and pressed my cock head against his hole, I was overwhelmed with emotions. How was it possible this was happening? That he felt the same way I did?
And more importantly… was that enough?
TWENTY-FOUR
DEV
I watched Tully’s face as his cock began to stretch me open. His expressive face hid nothing. I could see his effort to hold back, to keep from ramming into me and hurting me. I could see emotion flooding him as he locked eyes with me, but he kept his words to himself.
I shouldn’t have been grateful that he was holding back with me, but I was. If he’d said any of the words that floated unspoken between us, I wouldn’t be able to bear it. Because I also knew that he wasn’t ready to give up his life in Texas to come be with us.
And I completely understood.
Katie’s grandmother had once told me that sometimes the wrong people came into your life at the right time. I was angry at my father and cursing while cleaning tack in the barn. Biddy had overheard me and counseled me on realizing that sometimes life just stunk, but there were lessons to learn from it.
“And the opposite is true, too, of course,” she’d cautioned. “Sometimes the right people come into your life at the wrong time. They teach you lessons, too, and you’ll thank god for the gift of them, even if they can’t stay forever.”
I felt that truth tonight, bone-deep. Right person, wrong time. Tully was the partner I wanted. The man I didn’t deserve but craved. He was perfect for me in every way, even though it wasn’t quite our time to make something of it.
While he thrust in and out of me, gasping praise against the hot skin of my neck and pressing a kiss after every exclamation, I decided to let go of fear and worry.
Tully was truly a gift.
This might not be the right time for us, but he was the right person.
And I would wait for him.
I love you.
The words drifted from my soul to his, unbidden, carrying my heart along with them.
If I’d been in control of my own heart, I wouldn’t have been able to let it go. It was too bruised, too beaten down and cast away by others, to risk handing it into someone else’s care.
But I wasn’t in control, and my heart had happily leapt away without my consent.
What would it be like when Tully took it away again at the end of the weekend? When he moved back into his regular life in Texas, carrying my heart in his chest?
“Tully.” My voice croaked, and I felt the warm slide of a tear down into my hairline.
Tully lurched forward to take my mouth in his as he continued to fuck in and out of me.
I held him as tightly as I could and tried not to notice when my tears mixed with his.
We didn’t speak. The feelings were too much and words not enough.
When we finally came, gasping and shuddering in a tangle of sweat-damp limbs, my heart did something I didn’t know was even possible.
It soared as it cracked wide open.
Unfortunately, the following morning, it broke cleanly in half.
I awoke sated and happy. Tully’s arms and legs were wrapped around me like a spider holding on to a twig in a strong wind, but his voice was more like the hissing tease of the snake character from the Jungle Book movie.
“Devonnnn,” he hissed softly. “Devonnn, wake up. I want to go see the babyyyy.”