“She has your genes too.”
“Yeah, but you’ve been raising her.”
My little girl is whip-smart and has a natural talent when it comes to drawing and art.
“Her teacher told me she’s getting an art award after the holiday break.”
“That’s amazing.”
“It’s a secret though, so don’t say anything.” Cheryl cuddles into me. “I think I worry so much because I want her to have everything we didn’t.”
“I know, but we gotta remember she’s got two parents who love her, something we never had. Sometimes I think she’s better adjusted than we are.”
“Sometimes?” Cheryl laughs. “Most times.”
Truth. Portia is mature beyond her ten years.
I set Cheryl’s wine glass on the table, then cup her cheek. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” I cover my lips with hers, and she moans into my mouth.
“I think you need this as much as me.”
“Maybe more.”
“I may not be up with all the biodegradable hazards andgluten-free foods with no GMOs, but you know I’d give my last breath for Portia and you.”
She smiles at my attempt at a joke. “Why don’t you tell me what you’ve been thinking about all day?”
“About getting you naked. Sucking your sweet skin, then getting in you so deep, you’ll feel me for a week.”
She straddles me, placing her thighs on each side of mine. “Mmmm. I like the sound of that.”
6
CHERYL
Nick finishes his drink, then makes fast work of slipping his hands under my t-shirt. He smiles when he realizes I’m braless, then yanks the loose material up and over my head, making me shiver.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll keep you warm.”
“Are we really going to do this out here?”
He glances over my shoulder at our secluded yard. “Why not?”
I unbutton his shirt painfully slowly, then push the material over his shoulders. When I run my forefinger down his muscled chest, I feel his dick harden against my ass cheeks.
“Shit, babe, you got me trying to bust outta my pants.”
“No matter how long we were apart, you still have such a powerful hold on me. There’s never been anyone before or after who can light me up like you.”
“Since this is our forever, there won’t ever be anyone after me.”
I undo the belt, button and then the zipper of his pants, then sneak my hand in between the fabric. “You goingcommando never gets old. The only thing better is when we’re out and I know you got nothing on under your perfectly tailored pants.”
I wrap my hand around his swollen cock, and he hisses in a breath.
He lays his head against the couch cushion. “You know it’s been almost a week since we’ve done this.”
“That’s really not that long.”
