“Ty,” she gasps as I cover her with my whole mouth, sucking, needing her taste before I wrap my lips around her small bud, sucking it hard and fast while thrusting two fingers inside her tight cunt. Her walls instantly squeeze me, pulsing around my digits. I moan against her clit as her body floods my hand with her arousal.
I suck her clit in intervals as I curl my fingers inside her and rub hard and fast before she detonates. Her body tenses before her back arches, and she screams as her orgasm takes over her and her juices fill my mouth, making me moan and eat her like a man fucking starved, not allowing one drop to escape.
I give one last lick after a few minutes when she grips my hair and pulls hard before I stand and undo my jeans. Our eyes locking as her chest moves with her quick breathing.
Her cheeks are flushed, her hair fanning her pillows, and her legs are still spread wide, her pussy completely wet on show.
Fuck me, she is beautiful.
I lick my lips, needing her taste on me as I pull my jeans and boxers down before climbing over her body again. Ash grabs her wedding ring and pulls me down to her again and our lips touch, our tongues instantly tangling, Ash tasting herself, moaning, as I blindly find her entrance. My cock weeping at the tip wanting her and I slowly glide my hands up her arms, linking our fingers and placing them beside her head before I thrust forward, taking her in one go. Her walls welcome me, wrapping around me like a vise as I lay my body flush with hers, finally fucking home.
Slowly, needing this to last because fuck, my balls are already heavy, I thrust my hips, making love to her as our kiss becomes slow, sexual and she squeezes my hands and wraps her legs around my waist, and it is fucking perfect.
I missed her so fucking much, and regret is a fucking bitch…
I swallow hard as I gently run my fingers through Ashley’s hair as she sleeps soundly five hours later.
Four times we had sex, the same amount of times we had sex in the year after her ordeal, when I believed she was cheating, when I…
Fuck.
I lean down and gently press my lips against her forehead, inhaling her vanilla and coconut scent, memorizing it.
Not once did she look at me with disgust, only love, longing, and sadness. Fuck, when she went for a shower, instead of trying to wash me off, instead of trying to wash her filth off as she calls it, she dragged me with her, where I made love to her against the shower wall.
I’m not stupid, though. I know she’ll regret it this morning, but I won’t be here for her to try and push me away. I’m going for a ride for a while, and Doc will ensure she and Cole are safe.
Fuck, I’m going to miss them, but maybe that is a good thing.
I need to leave so I can realize exactly what I have, to learn to deal with what I’ve done.
I take her in one more time as I gently stand and lay my shirt on the bottom of the bed for her, so she knows this isn’t goodbye, that we’re not getting a divorce, and I will be back for her and our son.
I put the note on top of it before I turn and leave, knowing I’ll change my mind if I don’t. I walk out of her shitty apartment. Adamant to return, adamant to always put her first, adamant to fucking beg for forgiveness every single day, and hope she agrees because the other alternative, she won’t like…
Chapter 14
Ashley
I blink, my phone ringing slowly waking me up, and I groan as I reach my nightstand and move my hand around trying to find the thing to turn it off and hopefully not touch a cockroach again like last week.
I grip my phone, very happy that I didn’t touch a bug again and blink before squinting at the name.
Doc
I turn my head instantly to the other side of the bed and find it empty, and I swallow hard as last night comes back to me.
I did something I swore I’d never do again, I slept with my husband, not once, not twice, but four freaking times, when our emotions were completely off the charts after the revelations I let out and he tried to…
I sigh as I answer my phone and mumble, “Yeah?”
“That’s one way to answer the phone, sweetheart,” Doc rasps, his voice sounding raw.
“You woke me up,” I admit, “Is Cole okay?”
When Scar messaged that he would grab Cole and keep him for the night, I instantly agreed. I was in no state to have him with me, not after what had happened. I was so angry with Tyler, so upset, hurt, and worst of all, scared that he could do that to our son, to me.
He messed up, not me, he is the one who cheated. He is the one who didn’t try to confront me when I was struggling to live day by day, and yet he is the one who wanted to end it all?
