My cock spasms, and my brain clicks on like a live wire to have her again. “Sienna…twice in one day? Stop it.”
She doesn’t stop it because she’s straddling my lap in the next second and wrapping her arm around the back of my neck.
“Like this?” she teases when my cock sweeps against her inner thigh.
My palms grip her hips, grounding the length of my dick against her soaked cunt when I mutter, “Yeah, sweetheart, just like that.”
EPILOGUE
SIENNA
A year and a half later…
He’s been messingwith me for six months.
When Micah plans a romantic dinner, I think he’s going to propose. When Zoe babysits Heath, and we have a weekend together, I believe he’s going to get down on one knee and put me out of my misery.
He doesn’t.
He just kisses, cooks, fucks, and makes me wait.
And I know why.
Because I haven’t told him I loved him yet.
Now, before you get on your high horse and complain about how I couldn’t tell this man I love him, hear me out.
Love is a big word. And Micah doesn’t come with just himself but Heath, too. The last thing I want is Heath being uncomfortable with any role I take on in his life, and to be honest, if I told Micah I loved him—which I do—that man will jump to the courthouse and marry me on the spot.
So, in turn, he’s been making me wait.
Micah hasn’t verbally confirmed it, but I know he’s been doing it all the same. It’s thisthingwe don’t talk about. But we know that each other knows.
And it’s driving me crazy.
It’s a typical Friday during the school year; pizza, movie night, and Heath wanting to stay up for an extra hour. Micah allows him every time, but when he finally gets me alone, he sneaks me outside to have his way with me.
Truly, probably my favorite place to have sex because of the sky filled with stars, giving it an earthy vibe to our lovemaking.
Plus, Micah loves to hear my moans and screams through his palm. The man has been insatiable since day one.
“Night, night,” Heath coos sleepily, rubbing his eyes as he leans over to give me a hug.
“Goodnight, buddy,” I reply, giving him a small little squeeze. “Sweet dreams, my darling.”
“Sweet dreams,” he repeat, turning on his heels to waltz off to his bedroom. “Love you.”
Everything in me freezes in tandem to his muttered words, but I heard them.
And I heard themloudandclear.
Not once has Heath shown any signs of acting out since Micah and I told him we were officially dating. I was worried he’d be upset and, when he wasn’t, I still waited for it.
I’m not his mom and I can’t imagine how that must feel to have another woman in your life that your father is seeing but Heath has been his normal self.
Except he’s talking a little more now to people in town since playing football last year.
Which is fabulous.
