She does as I say, lowering onto my face as I hook my arms under her thighs and pulling her the rest of the way down.I waste no time, unable and unwilling to do anything to but devour her like she's my last meal.
She rolls her hips against me, rocking and grinding her clit against my face until her thighs begin to shake.
"That's it, baby," I growl, untangling one of my arms and sliding my hand up to grip her neck. "Give it to me."
"Jack," she moans. "Don't stop, I'm going to come."
I redouble my efforts, licking and sucking as her cries pitch upward until she shatters, moaning my name over and over as she pulses around my tongue. She releases the headboard, collapsing onto my torso, her gorgeous tits heaving as she struggles to regain control of her breath.
"Kiss me," I murmur, tilting her chin up so she's looking at me. "I want you to taste yourself on me."
Without missing a beat, she slides her hands into my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling me down until we crash together in a frenzy of lips, tongue, and teeth, staying intertwined as we slowly come down, melting into one another. When we finally break apart, she burrows in the crook between my shoulder and neck while I bury my face in her hair, deeply inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo, an intoxicating mix of eucalyptus and spearmint.
After our breathing levels out, she pulls back to look at me, lips swollen and face flushed andabsolutely perfect.
"I'm so in love with you," she says. "And not just because you make me come so hard I see stars. Your support, and encouragement, and unwavering faith in me means more than you could ever know."
"I am wildly," I say, kissing her forehead. "Insanely," kissing her cheek. "To my very core," kissing her other cheek. "In love with you, Abby Thompson." I press my mouth to hers with a final kiss before unwinding my arms from around her, throwingthe covers off without interference this time. "Now can Ipleasego make you breakfast?"
"Okay," she giggles. "But I'm going to completely objectify you and stare at your ass while you walk away."
"Be my guest, pretty girl."
Chapter 53
Abby
Eleven Months
“There she is!”
The door swings open before I even have the chance to knock, and my angel baby is swiftly removed from my arms by her grandpa.
“I know you love seeing me, Alan, but don’t forget about Erin,” I joke, closing the door behind me as I step into the house.
“Sorry Abs,” he smiles sheepishly. “It’s good to see you.”
“Oh whatever, go play with your grandbaby.”
Beaming, he sweeps into the sitting room and I hear Andrea join in the cooing as I remove my shoes and jacket.
Spoiled absolutely rotten.
I pause, leaning against the doorframe to watch as they sit on the floor and hastily begin pulling toys out of one of many bins they have stashed around the house. Alan stacks a few blocks, then promptly knocks them over with an exaggerated “Uh oh!”, earning him instant baby giggles.
I can’t help but marvel at the complete shift in atmosphere from the last time I came over here with big news–we were all shells of our former selves, deep in the throes of grief, butcautiously hopeful about the newest member of our family. Back then, the house felt dim, almost gray, despite the time of year. But today, on an objectively gloomy afternoon, this room has never felt brighter.
Nerves settle into my stomach as I work up the courage to share my reason for coming over today. How do you tell your dead husband’s parents that you’re moving on, and with his best friend, no less?
What if they hate me?
My chest constricts at the notion of hurting them, even unintentionally. It must show on my face, because my thought spiral is interrupted by Andrea asking, “Are you okay Abby? You look like you’ve got something heavy on your mind.”
“I’m okay,” I say with a tight smile. “But I did want to talk to you about something.”
They both rise from the floor, where Erin is happily babbling away in her own little world, and sit across from me in matching armchairs. I inhale a shaky breath, trying to find the right words.
“Whatever it is, you can tell us,” Alan says softly. “You know that.”
