Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
“I’m keeping you,” I tell him firmly. “I’m never letting you go.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Stop it,” Laurie admonishes, slapping my hands which are beating the table to music in my head. “Relax, will you?”
“I can’t. It’s too intense. I need to know what’s happening.”
Ezra went to his hearing five hours ago and he’s telling his wife about us after. The hearing should have only taken an hour or two… the rest will obviously take some time too.
Five hours is just too much.
Laurie has to leave soon and she’s failing at distracting me.
I’ve packed and unpacked my suitcase a dozen times too. Ezra and I don’t leave until the morning after tomorrow, but I like to be prepared.
I’ve run out of things to keep me busy. It has been such a rough few days since our argument and then this, but things between Ezra and me have been amazing otherwise. We’re both excited to go away and put this all behind us.
Ezra: I’ll be there in five.
I look at my phone and then grab Laurie by her shoulders. “You’ve gotta go.”
“He’s on his way?”
I nod eagerly, excitedly. That massive weight is finally lifting from my shoulders. We can be open now. He can slowly bring Maria around to the idea and the rest of his family. In a few weeks they’ll be divorced, and we can pull the goalie, start the family I’ve always wanted and live happily ever after.
“Love you,” she says, grinning and hugging me. “Good luck.”
“Thank you.”
I watch her go, knowing she’s not upset by my dismissal of her. She’s got things to do anyway.
Then I pace, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
I don’t know how much time passes but it feels like way too long before the door opens and keys hit the dish by the door.
I run at him, hitting his body full force, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He grips me tight. Too tight. His face goes to my neck and his arms hold me so strong I feel like I’m about to break.
“Can’t breathe,” I jest, pulling back to look at him but startling with alarm when I see his eyes. They’re swollen. He’s been crying. “What is it? Are you okay?”
He slants his lips over mine, his body trembling. This is weird but I go with it. Maybe he’s just upset that his divorce will be final soon. It can’t be easy for him, he spent over a decade with this woman, she gave him a child. They’ve got a bond that I try to understand.
I rub his scalp with the tips of my fingers as he carries me to the bedroom and deposits me on the bed. His hands grasp and grope every part of me that he can reach. He devours my lips, my jaw, my neck, my shoulders, my breasts. Meanwhile I writhe beneath him, clinging to him and exploring the solid muscles of his body.
He groans, I moan, we pant, no words are spoken. We free our bodies of the cloth that keeps us parted and rejoin. He sinks into me, thrusting roughly. I gasp, my lips part and my legs wrap around his thighs, holding him to me as tightly as physically possible.
When my orgasm hits me, it rolls in gentle, pulsing waves, making my body jerk and spasm. He follows with a choked, staggered cry, and he buries his face in my neck, nuzzling me as his hips press so hard against mine, I can hardly move.
When I feel his tears against my skin, I hold him tighter. I don’t say a word, I’m too scared to ask why he’s so upset. His body trembles against mine and he rolls us onto our sides, burying his face in my chest and clinging to me like I’m his last breath.
“Please, you’re breaking me,” I say, repeating the words he spoke to me the last time I cried. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll see.”
He starts thrusting again, my thigh over his hip as he pushes harder, not that he can get any more inside, he’s already into the hilt. I feel so full and wanted. He doesn’t look at me, just holds me as he rocks us both to another orgasm.
I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know why, but I know that he needs this closeness, that he needs me.
“I love you,” he whispers in my ear, his body covering my own. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I reply.
He sits up and flips me onto my stomach so he can rub every inch of my body with his hands.
I hum happily, burying my face in the soft pillow that smells clean and fresh. I feel so relaxed and happy as he digs his fingers and palms in.