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  Almost too quiet.

  “Just…not over the phone. I’ll tell you. I promise. I just don’t want to talk about it over the phone,” I said hesitantly.

  “Fine, I’ll be there in five minutes,” he said, and before I could tell him no, he was gone, and I had the sound of dead air in my ear to prove it.

  Fuck.

  My eyes closed in exhaustion, and the next thing I knew, I was being woken up by a large, warm body sliding into the bed behind me.

  Luke felt divine.

  I was freezing my ass off, and his body was like a large, not-so-compact, space heater that fit the contours of my body perfectly.

  As always, anytime his body was close to mine, especially skin to skin, my body started to respond.

  It didn’t care that I was tired.

  “You’ll get sick,” I muttered sleepily.

  That’d been my argument all week to keep him away from me.

  At first, I hadn’t even told him I was sick. I was too sick to talk on the phone. The only strength I found in the past eight days was to wake up enough to get Rowen off and on the bus, feed her dinner, and get her to bed.

  It wasn’t until the fifth day that Luke had showed up on my doorstep.

  He’d been angry that I wasn’t returning his calls, thinking I was running. Of course, I hadn’t been, but he hadn’t known that.

  When he’d seen me, though, he’d understood.

  He’d left me alone, reluctantly, seeing the merit of not getting sick himself.

  Now, though, my reprieve was over.

  He chuckled, pressing his hard cock up against my ass.

  “No I won’t. You’re not breathing on me,” he teased. “There doesn’t have to be any kissing involved. I can’t get sick from fucking you. I’ll do you from behind. I won’t be breathing in anything contagious.”

  I wanted to laugh, but I was too tired. Not tired enough, though, to lay there and let him take me.

  It might be exquisitely nice. In fact, it was sounding better and better by the second.

  “Bodily fluid is bodily fluid,” I mumbled.

  His hard cock was freed from the confines of his underwear with deft movements on his part, and he started sawing it in between my legs, making me squirm.

  We hadn’t had each other in nearly two weeks.

  At first it was because he was busy with work. Then I’d gotten the flu and refused to have him around me to keep him and his daughter healthy.

  Which led us to now.

  Both of us so horny that he was willing to have sex with a sickly woman, and I was willing to let him.

  His hand that’d been at my waist pulled me back until I rested fully against his big body.

  With slow movements, he worked his hand down my belly until he found the edge of my panties. Dipping his fingers just barely underneath the band, he teased the tip of my slit while moving his hard cock between my legs.

  He was so close to touching me where I needed him to the most that I started to rock with his movements, wanting his touch more than I wanted my next breath.

  “Please,” I said roughly.

  I felt him grin against my hair as he finally allowed his fingers to slip between the lips of my sex.

  My hand went down, slipping between my legs so I could massage the head of his cock each time he moved his hips forward.

  With the first touch of my fingers against his length, he hissed in surprised pleasure.

  “God,” he groaned. “This’s been the foulest week and a half I’ve had since I lost my virginity when I was sixteen. Knowing what I have…what I’m missing, has been the worst kind of torture.”

  I smiled and rolled, trying to displace him, but he rolled with me, hovering over me with his hand still in my panties.

  I groaned in defeat. “Just once I could be on top.”

  He bit the back of my neck, causing my sex to quiver in anticipation.

  Being on top was never good for Luke. He liked being in control, and I liked giving it to him. It was only on a rare occasion that I was on top, and even rarer if we finished that way.

  His fingers wiggled, finding their way to my entrance, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as one digit slowly penetrated my core.

  I clenched down tight on his finger, quivering in anticipation.

  “Please,” I moaned. “I need it.”

  His teeth skimmed the cord of my throat before biting down softly, giving me just the tiniest hint of pain as he slowly sank his finger inside of me to the webbing.

  “Jesus,” he hissed. “You feel so good.”

  I ground my clit into the heel of his hand, causing him to growl.

  With a few experimental thrusts, he started curling his finger toward my belly button, working the hidden bundle of nerves that he always found with little to no effort.

  I’d not been able to find it in thirty years, and there the man was, finding it every single time he wanted to find it.

  My core started to slowly leak with each movement of his finger.

  Then one finger turned to two, then three, then four.

  I liked it when he pushed my boundaries like this. I was always so tight after we went more than a couple days, but he knew exactly what I needed.

  When he lifted up partially, I pushed my butt in the air and curled my knees up until my ass was nicely displayed for what I knew was yet to come.

  “You’re ready, Reese?” he asked.

  His voice was like velvet against my spine as he worked his way down until he reached the band of my panties.

  Then slowly he started to remove them, bringing them down until they came to a rest at the bend of my knees.

  He growled incoherently as he dragged his tongue up the inside of one thigh, and down the other.

  “Your pussy looks lonely,” he mused, running his tongue back up my thigh again until it just grazed the outside lips of my sex.

  Frustrated, I let my hand sneak down until I was massaging my clit, so turned on that I didn’t care how I got it, as long as I did.

  He grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed before I could even get one full rotation in. “Ah, ah,” he chided, running his thumb from the top of my perineum down, sinking it fully into my core.

  I squeaked and pushed back, riding his thumb as he held my hand captive.

  I was working myself back against his thumb, burying him as far as I could make him go.

  Like a woman possessed. Searching for only one thing.

  However, just before I could teeter over the edge of the cliff he liked to keep me on, he withdrew, sensing my orgasm’s nearness.

  I felt the head of his cock brush against my ass, pushing slightly on my asshole before he took hold of his large cock.

  Brushing his rough knuckles against my clit, I gasped as he slowly lined the crown of his cock up with my entrance and sank inside.

  My breath squeaked out of my throat as he stretched me, his large hands gathering up my hair before leaning forward over my back and fucking in and out of me unhurriedly.

  The feel of his hot, hard, cock moving out of me in slow, delicious movements had me on the verge within a few short thrusts.

  He worked himself in and out, pulling out completely before he sank back inside, stretching my opening each and every time.

  I bit down on my pillow, holding back a scream as his one hand stayed fisted in my hair, keeping my head in its position before running down my back and circling my hip.

  Then he found my clit, hot, pulsing and distended.

  He circled the skin surrounding my clit, knowing exactly what I liked best after the last four months of learning each other’s bodies.

  He knew that if he kept it up, I’d top the crest in a matter of moments.

  Milliseconds, even.

  Which I did, moments later, as the added movement of his fingers, paired with the delicious movement of his cock inside me, hurtled me over the precipice.


  I screamed loudly into the pillow as my sex clenched down on his cock.

  My hand moved down on its own accord to cup his balls as he sped up his thrusts.

  They were low and swinging. However, they weren’t like that for long.

  After less than a minute of his continuous thrusting, his balls tightened and pulled up to his body, just before I felt the rush of his seed jetting deep inside of me.

  “Oh, God,” he moaned into my neck, sinking his teeth back into my shoulder.

  I moaned with him, still riding the last waves of my orgasm as he rammed inside of me. Hard.

  I felt each jet of his cum splash against my inner walls, and I pulsated around his length, even after his orgasm subsided.

  “I swear, it gets better every single time,” he confirmed. Something he’d been saying each subsequent time we’d been together.

  I shook my head, closing my eyes as he withdrew from me.

  I still didn’t move when I felt the dribble of his cum as it leaked out of my core.

  I was too tired. Exhausted and sated.

  Which he must’ve realized because he came back to me moments after leaving the bed and started cleaning up the mess he’d made.

  We’d decided, after mutually having tests run to prove our health status, that we would forego condoms on account of me already being on birth control.

  I’d been getting the shot since I’d had Rowen, so it seemed of little consequence to me to continue using two forms of birth control when what we both wanted was to feel each other skin on skin.

  It was messy, though. And I’d yet to find a way to get around not washing the sheets during moments of spontaneity. Which happened a lot when we both had young kids who demanded our attention.

  It was quickies here and there, instead of long slow nights. However, it worked for us, the way we were doing it, and neither one of us had any complaints.

  “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way,” he said collapsing on the bed. “Tell me what happened to make you so pissy.”

  I glared at him from my position, ass still in the air.

  “Got that out of the way?” I asked, raising a brow at him.

  He nodded and grinned over at me. “Yes. Out of the way.”

  I gripped the pillow I had under my head, hauled back, and whacked him.

  He laughed, shaking the bed with his exuberance.

  Then I face planted into his chest when he hooked an arm around my neck and pulled me forward. “I want you like a drunk needs a shot of whiskey. I like the burn…but I also need the high fucking you gives me. I haven’t felt this good in years. Being with you makes me happy. So why, might I ask, is it a bad thing that I wanted to fuck you?”

  I pinched his nipple. Then went for it.

  “Weston wants to take Rowen to Anita’s old place in Arkansas all next week. And I have to let him.”

  Silence. Dead silence.

  Then he had to go and make my day worse.

  “I know that it’s disappointing, but he is Rowen’s father,” Luke said slowly.

  I rolled away from him and sat up, glaring at him.

  “Well, what the hell am I supposed to do for Thanksgiving now? She’s been with me for the last five years. It’s not a holiday without her.”

  Then he had to continue with being annoying.

  “I’d invite you to my Thanksgiving, but my mother invited Lydia, and there’s no way around you seeing her if you were to come. And I know you have a problem with her,” Luke said as he stood up at the edge of my bed.

  My heart clenched. Why did they invite her? I refused to ask, though. That wasn’t my right, yet. Luke and I were new. Too new for me to pull out the jealous girlfriend card so early in the game.

  “I really don’t have a problem with her. As long as I don’t see her. Hear her voice or her name…and possibly smell her. I’ll be all right,” I tried, knowing it was a lost cause.

  He gave me a droll look as he yanked his jeans up over his bare ass.

  “Did I ask to be invited to your Thanksgiving?” I asked.

  I hadn’t said that, had I?

  That would’ve made me sound desperate. And Reese Francesca Doherty didn’t do desperate.

  “I just wanted you to know that I would love to have you there, but it’d be better if you weren’t,” he said slowly.

  I laid down, pulling the comforter up over my head.

  “When do you have to leave?” I asked.

  I heard him laugh softly. “Five minutes ago.”

  “Was it really worth coming all the way over here for that?” I asked. “You could’ve just waited until I was ready to talk about it.”

  I felt him lean over the bed, fists planted on either side of my body.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t say it was a waste of my time. I’m leaving happy. I’ll talk to you tonight, okay?” he asked, giving me a kiss on the cheek through the comforter I refused to remove from my face.

  I nodded. “Yeah, fine.”

  He sighed. “It’ll be okay, baby. Rowen will be fine. You’ll see.”

  I sure as hell hoped so.

  Chapter 14

  Your face. I like that shit.

  -Coffee Mug

  Reese

  “Why don’t you come over here?” my sister asked.

  I looked at the clock next to my bed where I’d been laying for four hours and sighed.

  “Okay. What do I need to bring?” I asked.

  It was Thanksgiving Day, and I was alone. My parent’s flight had been delayed due to a storm. Something that half the United States was having to deal with at this moment. Apparently, planes couldn’t fly in snowstorms. Nor could they land on a runway covered in ice. Who knew?

  That equaled out to me not having anywhere to go for the first time ever.

  And my baby sister was taking pity on me.

  “Just yourself. Make sure you take a shower and brush your teeth, though. I don’t want you to embarrass me,” she quipped.

  She had no clue how true that statement really was.

  “Okay,” I said. “What time do I need to be there?”

  “I’ll come now to get you. I want to drink,” she said. “It’s just going to be Grayson’s dad and us. Small and intimate. And you can all laugh at my cooking.”

  That wasn’t a joke, either.

  My sister had tried to do the turkey three years ago, and it’d ended in a disaster.

  “Thank you, sis,” I said softly.

  Her voice softened. “I love you.”

  My eyes closed, and I barely held back a sob. “I love you, too.”

  ***

  “He really told you that you couldn’t come?” my sister asked in surprise as she stirred what looked to be turkey gravy on the stove.

  “Yes,” I confirmed. “He said that Lydia was going to be there and that it was in my best interest not to come.”

  “He’s fucking her,” Grayson’s father, Booney, said.

  That hadn’t been far off from my own thoughts.

  The harder I tried to forget about what Luke had said, the easier it became for me to plant that little seed of doubt.

  After all, I had experience with only a very few relationships. And with Weston, it had been so beyond toxic that it was more than obvious to me that I didn’t have the best judgment when it came to guys.

  “Just get drunk, honey, and you’ll forget,” Booney said, offering me a glass of whiskey.

  I took the glass, remembering what Luke had said after we’d made love the last time. Comparing me to a glass of whiskey.

  Then I shrugged the memory off. “Bottoms up.”

  The drink burned going down, boiling in my stomach for a few long seconds before it settled into a nice, delicious warmth.

  “Wow,” I said, shivering at the feeling. “This is good.”

  Grayson walked in and saw me with the empty glass in my hand.

  “You know,” he
murmured laughingly. “I managed to keep that bottle for ten years now, and you two come over for a Thanksgiving dinner, and it’s opened and half drank before I even realize you have it.”

  I winked at him, looping my arm around Booney’s shoulders. “You snooze, you lose.”

  He mock glared. “It was a nap. I’m allowed to take a nap. It’s Thanksgiving after all.”

  “Yes,” I said, pulling another cup down from the cabinet. “You’re also allowed to drink.”

  ***

  Luke

  “What’s wrong, honey?” my mother asked softly.

  I sat on my stool with my back to the counter and watched my daughter play with Baylee’s kids.

  Lydia was on the chair across the room, smiling at the kid’s antics.

  “I think I fucked up,” I said.

  My stomach didn’t feel right.

  I couldn’t get ahold of Reese, and it was just making it worse knowing she was alone when she could’ve been with me.

  “Well there’s nothing new with that. But what is it this time?” she asked, pulling the rolls from the oven and placing them on the hot pad next to the stove.

  “Lydia. She shouldn’t be here,” I murmured softly.

  My mother’s brows creased. “Why?”

  I’d never told my mom why Lydia and I had broken up.

  Only Baylee knew, and she understood my desire to keep it quiet.

  Lydia’s parents were best friends with my parents. They didn’t need to have that coming between them, not when they were so close.

  “I met someone about four months ago. And I feel like shit because I know she’s spending Thanksgiving alone and I told her not to come,” I said softly. “I knew Lydia would be here and I didn’t want to make it awkward for everyone.”

  “You’re seeing Lydia and some other woman?” My mother gasped.

  My head snapped around, and I barked. “No! Why would you think that?”

  In fact, I was a little hurt.

  Why would my mom think that? When had I ever given her the impression that I was that kind of man?

  “You just told me you met someone. Don’t you think that if you met someone, you wouldn’t have a girlfriend?” my mom asked, gesturing toward Lydia.

  “Luke’s not seeing that bitch. He’s seeing some cute school nurse,” my sister supplied helpfully as she inserted herself into our conversation as she always did. “And she has a badass car. Daddy would like it.”