She grips hers hands around my biceps and pulls me down to the bed where she climbs on top of me, giving me the most unbelievable view of her large bouncing tits. I squeeze my hands around her hips, enjoying the way her ass grazes tersely against my palms. With another wave of moans finding her lips, I’m guessing she’s about to finish again. This time, I’m with her. The pressure and heat builds within me and as if she knew the exact second to grind down on top of me with all of her weight, I release into her. It’s like all of my stress has melted away and liquefied into the bed beneath me. I don’t think I can move now. I don’t think I want to.
She flops down on top of me, bringing her lips to my neck, leaving them there as a placeholder for whatever else is supposed to happen this second. “You’re amazing,” she whispers against my skin. “I have never had anything remotely close to what you just gave me.”
Her words are a turn on and a compliment. I wasn’t sure what I’d measure up to, especially after being nearly dead below the waist for so long, but I’ll take this as a nice pat on the back. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I mutter. “Actually, you’re fucking incredible.” A grin stretches across my lips as I fold my hands behind my head. I really do feel like a million bucks right now.
“No, I don’t think you get it,” she says. “No one has ever been able to make me...you know. Never mind once, but twice?” Her words and soft laughter are like a dessert wine—the perfect ending to an amazing meal.
Married for however long and no man has ever made her finish? I don’t know whether to be surprised or really proud of my efforts. I’ll just assume I’m incredible—easier that way. “Wow, careful not to stroke my ego too much there,” I tell her.
“I won’t stroke your ego, but—“ her words trail off as she climbs down the length of my body, taking my still very stiff cock into her mouth.
I’m never moving again. This is it. I’m done for...whatever.
CHAPTER TWELVE
FEBRUARY
-Two Months Later-
Vacuuming up thelast of the left over carpet shreds, my focus is drawn to AJ leaning up against the far wall, staring down at his phone. An unsettled look is playing across his face and I can’t figure out what has gotten into him. “How did last night go? Did you finally tell Alexa?” I ask him.
“It’s not important,” he mumbles, typing something into his phone. His jaw is grinding back and forth and he’s spurting out short breaths, something he tends to do when he’s either upset or pissed off.
“Dude, something is obviously going on.”
“Shit, Hunter, can you give me a fucking minute?” I walk over to him, ignoring his request because God knows he’d do the same to me. He’s done the same to me. Whenever I need space, he smothers me and crowds me into a corner until I break. I guess that’s how we show brotherly love. “Don’t do this right now,” he snaps, as he chucks his phone across the room. I watch as the thing bounces off of the opposite wall.
“This isn’t our house,” I remind him. “Talk to me. Just take a breath. Something.”
“Yeah, I did it last night,” he grits out. “I told her I wanted a fucking divorce.” It only took him two months to finally say it to her.
“That’s good, right?” I ask. “Isn’t that what you wanted to do?”
“Yeah,” he shouts. “That is what I wanted to do.” I’m not sure I’m following right now. What is there to be so pissed off about if this is what he wanted? “Shit. Shit. Shit!” Running across the room, he grabs his phone from the ground—lifting it, inspecting it. I can’t tell if it shattered or not but I’m assuming it didn’t since he’s hitting more buttons.
He lifts the phone to his ear as he runs his fingers through the thick of his hair. His focus meets mine for a brief second but now he’s storming off toward the other end of the house. I follow him, though. “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks, his voice is low and soft. He doesn’t want me to hear, which is all the more reason for me to listen. “How do you know?” There’s silence on his end of the call while I assume he’s listening to whoever is on the other end. “Those things aren’t always accurate.” Another pause follows, likely filled with words I wish I could hear. “Hello?Jesus.Hello?”
AJ turns around, finding me less than a few feet away. Anger is staining the whites of his eyes red. “She’s fucking knocked up,” he says through gritted teeth.
Oh shit.The words, “Is it yours?” are probably not the best-chosen words at this precise second but it’s exactly what comes out of my mouth.Of course it’s his. Well, maybe it’s his.
“Are you asking me if she’s been fucking other guys? Because I wouldn’t put it past her! What the hell am I supposed to do? Do you think it’s mine? Am I supposed to fix things with her now? Is it even possible to fix things with her? I feel like we were broken from the start.Fuck!What the hell am I going to do, Hunt?” Sweat is beading up on his forehead. He’s completely freaking out right now. I’m not sure AJ ever had intentions of becoming a dad. He said something to me once after Ellie died. He was shitfaced, of course, but it was something along the lines of he’s never going to risk ending up a single dad because he couldn’t do what I do. It was a compliment, sort of, but I can understand why my life might scare the crap out of him. It scares the crap out of me.
“Let’s chill for a second,” I tell him. “Sit down.” He doesn’t sit down. Instead, he continues pacing and ripping hairs from his head. “AJ.” I try to keep my voice even in hopes of calming him down, even if it’s just a little.
“I can’t do what you do, Hunt. I can’t do it. I can’t stay with Alexa and I’m not going to stay in a horrible marriage for God knows how long just because we have a kid together.” His anger is simmering a little, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that question after question is festering in his head.
“You need to find out if it’s yours,” I tell him again. “We can figure things out from there.”
“How the hell do I find out if it’s mine?” How does he not know crap like this at twenty-eight?
“A paternity test. They can do it before the baby is born.” I grab the vacuum so I can finish up the job here. “You just have to convince her to go do it.” I adjust the vacuum and lean down to hit the button, but I pause as another thought comes to mind. “When’s the last time you two—“
“She hasn’t touched me in weeks. She won’t go near me. I’m lucky if she sucks my dick once a month.”Awesome, I totally needed to know that. Whatever the case, I think he might have lucked out with this one.
“Go find her and get a paternity test. I’ll finish up here.” AJ doesn’t give it a second thought. He grabs his coat from the closet doorknob and jets out the door. It’s only a matter of seconds before I hear his truck grumbling against the below zero temps outside. I hope for his sake that the kid isn’t his.
I finish up earlier than I thought and head home for a quick minute before it’s time to grab Olive from the bus. As I’m pulling into the driveway, I notice the flap on my mailbox is open a crack. The mail doesn’t usually come until a little later but maybe I didn’t close it all the way yesterday. Or maybe there’s something in there. Hopping out of the truck, I jog to the end of the driveway and shove my hand into the box, retrieving an envelope. By feeling the texture of the paper, I already know it’s from her. She comes by here to put this in my mailbox and not once have I seen her drive by. For someone who wants to remain anonymous, it’s odd that she does this, rather than mailing it. If she knows where I live, it isn’t like she can’t find my address.How does she know where I live?We just moved here a few months ago.
