My body contracted, but I waited until Alex shook his head in defeat before I resumed pushing as if my life depended on it. I could barely see. The sweat was falling into my eyes. All I could hear were my screams, only to be joined by my son’s.
It all went black.
“He’s beautiful, mi amor.” He stood at the window overlooking the hospital parking lot. Peter was in his arms. “You must be exhausted. Get some rest, and we’ll be here when you awake.”
I’d taken him at his word.
The veil instantly lifted.
I never thought of him. I didn’t sign birthday cards and stick them in a drawer.
The club talked about Peter as if he were just a chess piece to be removed.
Chapter 24
Fault Lines
Elizabeth
“You have to let me up,” Thunder said. He shifted, but I locked my arms around his waist. If he really wanted to, he could break the hold. “I can’t be late.”
I wrapped my leg around his, holding him against me. It wasn’t enough, so I swung my leg over his middle, sitting on his lower stomach. Crawling forward, I gripped his biceps, pinning him to the bed. “Nope.”
“No?”
“You…still have”—I checked the clock on my bedside table—“fifty-eight…minutes.”
“Better make them count.” He stared up at me, his eyes twinkling. “I don’t think I like that smile,” he said.
“Don’t…move.” I dragged my hands down his chest, swaying my lower body as I crawled backward, taking the covers with me, until my face was level with his dick. It’d been a long time since I had done this, but there was no chance I was going to stop. My goal was to finish him before he had to leave.
My husband’s eyes never left me as I sat up again to pull his boxers down until they wrapped around his ankles. His dick twitched when I touched him. I ran my finger down his foreskin, watching as it pulled up towards his body, only to fall when I let go. He slowly hardened the more I stroked him.
“Dammit, you’re trying to kill me.”
Not today. Maybe tomorrow.This was all spur of the moment, but when I caught the red numbers on the clock, I had to speed up. There was no way I was sending him downstairs hard. He’d never live tohear the end of it. Wrapping my mouth around him, I sucked in my cheeks, creating pressure. Doing it again, I felt the muscles in his legs tighten underneath my hands. I kept up my rhythm, adding long licks when my cheeks hurt.
He groaned. “Don’t leave me hanging, pretty girl.”
“Club. Girl.” I was teasing, but the minute the words left my lips, I instantly regretted them. While I knew he had a past, I didn’t want to think of him with anyone else.
“Oh, hell no.” He sat up, leaning against the headboard, before he reached for my forearms. He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t gentle as he hauled me up his body, making sure I was sitting in his lap. “Where did that come from?”
I said nothing.
He leaned in until the ends of our noses touched. “I stopped visiting them before Halloween. I think it was actually September. There was no point when I wanted you, but you weren’t ready.” I felt his hand sliding underneath the band of pajama pants, moving south until he reached the gusset of my panties. Sliding the fabric to the side, he rubbed a finger against me. “This is why. You’re soaked.”
My breath quickened as I pushed down against his hand.
“You can sit there and be pissy when you know I’m telling the truth, or be a good girl and ride my dick. I know which one I would prefer.”
A squeak escaped me, and I could feel my cheeks heating. I sat frozen. It wasn’t until his finger pushed against me again that I let out a groan.
“That’s it, pretty girl.”
“I don’t...like you…right now.”
He laughed, suckling at the skin between my neck and shoulder. “You don’t like that I’m right. In fact, I think you might even be jealous.”
