“Yes!” Her walls flutter slightly and I know she’s close. I increase the pressure and she explodes around me. I grit my teeth, holding off my orgasm until she crests, then I pound into her until the pressure explodes and I come in her tight pussy. I rock into her, prolonging the ecstasy, then fall against her chest as all the tension in my muscles relaxes.
She rubs her hands up and down my spine and wraps her legs around me like she doesn’t want me to pull out yet. I drop kisses on her forehead, her jaw, and her lips. After a few minutes, I sit back because I know she has to be uncomfortable. Pulling out, I stare down and watch as our juices mix together.
She huffs and I bring my eyes to hers. “We don’t use protection.” I stand and offer her my hand. She takes it and I pull her up, leading her to our bathroom. I turn the shower on and turn toward her as we wait for the water to warm up.
“You have an IUD.” Her mouth forms an O. I shrug. “You told me you didn’t want kids, so I told you I’d get a vasectomy. But you decided you wanted to do that just in case you changed your mind.”
I walk into the shower and stand under the heat of the water. She follows me and wraps her arms around me, laying her head on my chest. I cup her face and tip it so she’s looking at me. I adjust us so the spray of the water isn’t hitting her.
“Are you okay with that?” she asks.
I sigh. “I wouldn’t be a good father, Kenz. So, I was okay with it. That’s why I offered to get a vasectomy.” She rubs a hand from my back around to my chest and places it over my heart.
“I disagree, but I understand.” She snorts. “Our parents really screwed us up, didn’t they?”
I run my fingers through her hair. “From the stories you told me about your mom, she seemed pretty great.”
She smiles and nods. “She was, but she died when I was fourteen. The one thing I remember the most is baking with her.” Her eyes light up. “I made you cookies today!”
I chuckle and lean down, kissing her softly. “I know. I smelled them as soon as I walked into the house.”
Her stomach growls and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. “I forgot we haven’t eaten yet.”
I turn around and grab her body wash and loofah. “Guess I need to feed my wife.” I motion for her to turn around so I can wash her back first.
“I love the sound of that,” she murmurs as I pour the body wash in the loofah and begin washing her.
I hum in agreement. “We’ll eat first, then you’re telling me everything.”
Chapter 18
Phoenix
Ihead downstairs while McKenzie dries her hair. Phillip has gone home, but he left a note saying the food is in the oven warming and to not forget to turn the oven off. I grab a tumbler for me and a wineglass for Kenz. I pour myself some bourbon and some wine for Kenz. We both need it.
I take a sip from my glass and lean against the counter. The signs have been there the whole time that my mother was nota good person. I wanted her to be something she wasn’t. So, I latched onto the idea that Marcus was the villain in my story. I rub my hand down my face.
I’m so pissed at my dad. He’s lied to me for years. He allowed me to buy McKenzie as revenge against her father. He has no idea the feelings I developed for her over the years; I kept that to myself. Anytime I talked to him, I always made it seem to be part of my grand plan. If he had told me back then he had nothing to do with my mother disappearing, I still would have bought McKenzie.
Which brings up the next question. Why did he sell her? Why was he concerned for her safety? I was able to push him out of the council within a year of buying McKenzie, but he didn’t fight too hard to stay. I think back to the last conversation I had with him.
We had words because I was convinced he took her the first time. He never denied it, but he said one day I’d find out the truth and he told me I better take care of his daughter and that was the last time we ever spoke. He still comes to auctions once or twice a year, but he keeps his distance. I exhale sharply and turn around to face the counter, placing my palms down to lean against it. I hang my head, trying to think back through every scenario with him.
He knew what I thought of him, and he knew why. Why didn’t he correct me? Why didn’t he try to defend himself?
Small hands rub from my shoulders down my back and around my waist. Kenz places her cheek on my back and holds me tight from behind. “Nix?” she whispers.
“Your father knew I thought he took my mother. He never denied it. Why?” Kenz doesn’t answer right away.
“I don’t know.”
I turn around in her arms and wrap mine around her, holding her close. She looks up at me and she raises one shoulder.
“I made sure you and I were in every class back at Brighton.” I’ve never told her this, but like she said, it’s time we’re honest with each other. “Our senior year I was only in two of your classes, so I went to the dean and made sure he changed it. He was new.”
She nods. “I remember.”
“You remember?”
