Just touching her like that was magic, so imagine actually having her?
She needs better than me right now. I’m barely holding my shit together.
A stupid smile hits my lips behind my hands. I made her come. I did it. She’ll never be able to argue or lie it away. AndI’ll have it too. Forever. Every second of what we did is burned into my memory.
Too bad I already know she’ll never let me try again.
It’s better this way. How it should be. She’s not actually mine. If I have more of her, I’m never going to want to stop.
20
SKYLAR
I’m fuming. So tired and over the bullshit of men. I was before, and then the pregnancy happened, and I mentally slipped. I have one man who tells me he loves me while he hurts me. The other married me, said a million perfect things to me, and finally made me come, only to ruin it with his cocky boy crap like that was his agenda all along and I was just there for the ride to help his ego along.
He made me feel connected to him. Beautiful. Desired. All the things he said.
But he didn’t mean any of it.
It was a ruse. A way to dupe me so he could win the challenge.
And Ihatehim for it. I hate him for making me feel this way after I swore to myself I’d never let a man do that to me again.
I hate that I married him, and if it weren’t for Zoey and what’s yet to come with me, I’d end that shit now. I suppose the one silver lining to last night is that I know I’m not broken. I can have an orgasm with a man, and one day when life finally decides to settle down a bit for me and I find a normal, healthy relationship, I’ll have an incrediblesex life.
Coming out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and stare at my reflection. I didn’t sleep well, and it’s becoming a bad pattern, especially when I’m so exhausted all the time.
A loud bang hits the door. “Skylar? I have to pee!”
A smile curls up my face, and I quickly go over to the door to unlock it. “Hey. Sorry. You’re up early. I tried to finish before you woke up.”
“I had to pee,” she explains, like that should be obvious. She flies for the toilet, and I go to leave so she can have her privacy, but she stops me as she starts talking even while she pulls down her princess sleep pants and starts to do her business. “Daddy said he’s going to take me to a movie today. Wanna come with us?”
Um, not really, but only because your dad will be there.
But I’m not sure I can say no. This was the arrangement I made.
“Is your daddy okay with that?”
The toilet flushes, and she goes to wash her hands at the sink, climbing up onto the step stool so she can reach. “Why wouldn’t he be?” she asks in that blunt way kids have.
“I don’t know. I’d love to go, but let me talk to him and see if the timing works out. I have plans this afternoon. Is that okay?” I check.
“Okay. But if you come with us, I’ll share my popcorn with you.”
I smile. “That’s very nice of you. I’ll share my candy with you in return.”
“Reese’s are my favorites.”
“Mine too. Candy besties!”
“My mom liked KitKat.” Her voice drops. “They’re good too.”
My chest pinches. “Maybe we can get a couple of different kinds then. I’m going to get dressed, and after I’ll talk to your daddy more about it.”
She goes for her toothbrush to brush her teeth, and I take that as my moment to flee. I scoop up my clothes from the small table in here and carry them out since I clearly won’t be getting dressed in here anymore. I’m a bit old to be sharing a bathroom, but since I moved into the guest room before Aston and Zoey ever moved in, it is what it is.
I step out of the bathroom and plow straight into Aston, who was coming for the bathroom. My clothes drop to the floor as I work to secure my towel.
