I can imagine he must be feeling a swirl of nerves too. My hands find his face to cradle, he needs assurance as well. “Whatever you need. I am as clueless as you, but just say it and I will do it.” I’m serious about that. This man is an image of moral fiber and he doesn’t deserve anything but support, because I know it’s what he would give to me.
“I know, Abs, I know.” His eyes have a glint before he moves in to kiss me again. “For now, I need to be inside you,” he begins to shuffle in bed as he comes to balance on his knees and disrobing his t-shirt to reveal his ridged muscles.
“I think we can arrange that,” I tell him full of heat and watch him unbuckle his belt. Nibbling my lip in pleasure.
He comes to find a strong position over me, throwing my leg over his arm. Our mouths feast on each other as his hand guides his slick smooth cock into my entrance that has been dripping for him since the moment he came through the front door.
Our eyes deliberately stay locked on each other as we breathe moans. Because this could be sex, what we do so well together and have done repeatedly in the last few weeks. But somewhere in us we know that it’s different this time.
It goes against all my views of what being committed means. Because my head is still jaded that commitment doesn’t exist. But with Lucas, that’s not what I feel. I feel all the things I should have felt years ago before I walked down the aisle with someone else. It feels right.
And I cling to him more than I have. Our tongues delving into each other’s mouths. New sensations transferring between my head and heart. There is a crack in my heart that maybe we could have had this together all those years ago, but that thought leaves quickly. Because we are together as who we are today. Our roads led us to this moment, not a moment from the past.
He kisses me with purpose as he fills me to the hilt, and our eyes seem to deliver a silent message that we both know we are heading into new depths.
18
LUCAS
Dealing with my ex-wife when it comes to Theo is a reality that I am going to have to deal with for the next 14 years and beyond. Compared to some horror stories I’ve heard; we are not doing half bad. It’s tolerable.
It’s even more tolerable as I have a great woman waiting for me in my bed. She is everything I dreamed about and then some. We think on the same wavelength, and fuck, we are sexually compatible. As in, I could take her in any position and we both end up with a happy ending. We are completely involved when we’re having sex. And we have lots of sex. More sex than the last few years combined. I even orgasmed so hard that I swear I saw stars.
As the days go on, we get more emotionally involved too. It not only amps up the sex but makes it acutely obvious that we are heading into something spectacular.
Isabella and I walk out of the parent-teacher meeting unscathed. We handled that meeting like two respectable co-parents. Theo is doing great anyhow and loves to draw. We should be two proud parents. He’s still in class for another two hours, which means that Isabella and I can talk. We agree to sit in the coffee shop across from the school.
Sitting, I look at her. A total opposite to Abby. I can’t help but compare. Isabella has long black hair, but she always wears it in a messy bun on her head paired with skinny jeans, ankle boots, sweater, and long earrings.
Abby is soft, natural, and sweet. Angelic.
Here we go, Lucas.Be the bigger man.
“How’s work?” I start out as the waitress brings us two coffees. Isabella works as a freelance editor, mostly from home.
“Yeah, good. How is your hometown?” There is slight annoyance in her voice.
“Good. Patients, new house, all good.”
“So. Let’s not make this awkward. We both have things to talk about,” she suggests, a little annoyed.
Fine. Let’s do it like this.
“Summer vacation. He stays with me an extra week at Fourth of July?” I ask.
“Sure. I want to go with friends to San Francisco anyhow.”
Sounds about right.
“Okay then. Settled. Then you will have him for Easter as I’m on call at the hospital.” There is a shortage of emergency staff at the hospital, so I agreed to take on a few shifts.
“Yep. So, you got a dog?” Isabella asks casually as she looks at me and drinks from her coffee.
I cross my arms and lean back in my chair. “Not exactly. He belongs to a friend.”
Need to test the waters.
“Right. A friend. Let me guess, this friend also sleeps in your bed occasionally,” she mentions, and I study her as I can’t tell if she is spiteful or actually doesn’t seem to care.
