“You shouldn’t have served me divorce papers.” She rose, her voice shaking. “You shouldn’t have left.” She pointed the sleeping cat at me with both hands.
I could hear the tears in her voice, even if I couldn't see them yet.
Damnit.“I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
She laughed, a hollow sound I hated. “Are you serious, Ward? You broke me, okay? Those papers killed me. So, I shredded them. There's your body of evidence. I’ll go dispose of it. Write new ones. I don’t care.”
“You do care.” I took a step closer.
She extended the cat as a shield. “Don’t you dare.”
“Put him downstairs. We have things to talk about. He’s not involved.”
Her chin raised. “Damn right. He’s mine, You don’t get him. Half of nothing is nothing, Ward.”
I risked cupping her cheek and found it wet. “I’m sorry. I was trying to keep you safe.”
“YOu already did that, asshole.”
A smile crept across my lips. “From anyone else.”
“Save me from your fucking moods,” she grumped, still waving the cat.
“What if I want what you want?” I leaned closer, breathing in the sweet tea she drank before she dressed for bed.
“You don’t want that.” She shoved at me even as I cupped the back of her head and drew her closer. Slow, and sure, but giving her all the time to push me back. Really push me away, twist about and escape.
Sia had no intention of going anywhere.
For all her whining and bitching, she wanted to find out what this could be, just like me. We wanted this. It’s why we never let go, why we clung to that final thread for so long.
“Take him downstairs.”
“Fuck you and telling me what to do–”
I kissed her.
A slow brush of lips on lips, a warning, before I covered her mouth with mine. But Sia didn’t give me any resistance, sighing as she tipped her head back, granting me access the moment I swept my tongue across the wet seam. Her little gasp left me hard and groaning. A deep ache started low in my cock and surged upwards. But tonight wasn’t about showing her up against a wall, ripping her clothes off and seeing how hard and fast I could pound her pussy into oblivion.
Tonight was about rediscovering the woman I loved. The woman who I hadn't worshipped in over a decade, not the way I should. Because I was afraid that if I did, she’d push me away, tell me I was too much for her, too dark and twisted inside.
Her moans grew as I threaded my fingers through her hair, easing her head back. Soft thighs parted for my knee, and she rubbed her heart against my leg.
“Fuck, woman. You’re not making this easy for me,” I muttered. “Trying to take it slow with you, and you’re all hot and ready to fucking og.”
“You haven’t fucked me in over a year,” she whispered back. “And I got clearance six weeks ago. You. Didn’t. Come. Back.Bad husband.”
I smirked against her hot mouth. “Bad husband, huh?” I kissed her long and slow until she rose on her toes, seeking more. I pushed her back. “Easy, Sia. I told you I’m not rushing this—Jesus, fuck,” I cursed as eight needles periced my nipple on demand.
“Ahh.” Sia peered at Hanswen’s not-so-kitten sized claws impaled my nipple. “Yes, he’s quite good at that. Usually he does legs. And arms,” she added, looking up at me and making no move to relocate the cat.
“Would you mind?” I asked through my teeth. “I don't need another piercing."
She blinked at me, then reached down, smoothing her hand over my cock, seeking— “That’s right, you have that wonderful barbell.” Sia rubbed the head of my cock through my pants with her thumb. “I always loved it when you pushed that down my throat.”
“You’re a fucking terror,” I grumbled, detaching the cat on my own. “Little Sir. You are sleeping downstairs on your own. There's a room for you.”
Sia sighed. “We won’t get any time. He sleeps with me.”
