“You were made for me, we were made for each other,” he says, the veins in his arm trembling with his restraint.
“So perfect,” I whimper.
I gasp his name between the bliss he’s giving me, and his eyes take me in. Watching his reaction does the same for me as he’s doing to me with his body, and I start to fall.
He looks so delighted as I fall over the edge, and I cling to him, pulling him deeper. It makes my orgasm ride on forever.
“Oh,” he moans.
His head falls into my neck, and he stiffens inside me before the pulses rock through him. I arch into him, praying this never ends.
When we both fall onto the bed, catching our breath, he lifts his head and kisses me. Slow and sweet.
Our tongues tangle together, and I gasp when he jerks inside me. Desire kicks in, and I’m ready for more. His hand slides up my neck onto my cheek, and when we break the kiss, we stare at each other.
“Hello,” he says.
“Hey,” I whisper.
He kisses me again, and I feel complete.
“I’ll be right back, he says, kissing my lips before he climbs out of bed.
He returns a few moments later with a damp towel, he gently daps it at my bare legs.
My God.
He pushes a stray piece of hair from my face. “You look absolutely stunning freshly fucked, Bumper.”
We fall asleep wrapped up in each other.
The next morning, I’m at the cafe, trying to keep my mind occupied. Both from what happened last night and what’s to happen in less than a week. The familiar faces of my regulars provide a sense of normalcy, a reminder that life, even in all its uncertainty, goes on. Grace and Tom Banks sit at their usual table by the window, and I make my way over to them, coffee pot in hand.
“Good morning!” I say, smiling as I refill their mugs.
Tom chuckles. “How’s Aura? She’s getting big, isn’t she?”
I nod, a proud smile tugging at my lips. “She’s growing like a wildflower. I swear, she was just a little baby, and now she’s almost one.”
Grace laughs, sipping her coffee. “Ah, that’s the joy of parenthood. You blink, and they’re in high school.”
I’ll be lucky if I get her through toddlerhood in one piece,” I joke, shaking my head.
Grace leans forward. Her voice is soft but full of wisdom. You’ve got this, Millie. Don’t doubt yourself. You and your handsome man are exactly what she needs.”
I smile, but I can’t shake the unease in my stomach. It’s reassuring to hear it from someone on the outside of our life, but the constant worry doesn’t fade. It’s always there, lurking at the edges of my thoughts.
Once the lunch rush starts to die down, I glance up when thebells ring on the door and see my mom and dad walking in. They don’t come by often—Mom’s usually running errands or helping out with Aura at the house, and Dad’s schedule is unpredictable, running all of our family businesses. But seeing them now, side by side, I immediately feel a sense of relief.
“Mom! Dad!” I call, giving them a warm smile despite the heavy weight in my chest.
They walk up to the counter, my mom’s face lighting up as she reaches out for a hug. Her perfume—the same lemon lavender scent she’s worn for as long as I can remember—floods my senses as she envelopes me. Dad, always the quieter one, gives me a nod and a smile before joining in for a hug of his own.
Something about having them here, even if it’s just for a quick coffee break, that makes me feel like I can breathe again.
“How’s everything?” My mom asks, taking a seat at the counter while Dad leans against the opposite side.
“Good,” I say, but then the words I feel slip out. “Well, notgood...I mean, it’s been hard. Really hard.”
