Page 121 of Choices
“I don’t understand.” She moves around the bed and puts her back against the wall farthest away from me, her hands outstretched in front of her, forcing space between us. “What are you saying?”
That’s pain in her voice again.
“I was madly in love with you, Kit, but I couldn’t see a way for us to be together. Your dad didn’t want you with me or any brother, and Callan has always made it clear he didn’t want you with a brother.”
The air crackles around us. Her eyes open and close several times while she processes the information.
“So, you married Claire to keep us apart?” she barks, her body bristling with fury.
“No, not just that. Pres pushed my hand with Claire to keep her under control, and I think it was to punish me for him believing I slept with her and knocked her up.”
“And you never thought to tell me the fucking truth? It nearly killed me when you married her!” she screams, smacking a handto her chest. “It took me forever to come to terms with you betraying me!”
“I’m so fucking sorry, Kit. I didn’t think I could give you the life you deserved.” I step towards her but halt my approach when she glares at me.
“Why does everyone think they get a say in my choices and what’s best for me or what I deserve? I don’t fucking believe this.”
Breathing heavily, she braces her hands on her knees and dips her head. “What about Rocco? He’s not yours?”
“He is mine, just not biologically.”
“Oh my fucking god.” She wheezes, almost hyperventilating.
“I can’t have kids, Kit,” I blurt, admitting to one of the things that has always burdened me when it comes to her. My heart stampedes at the confession.
Looking up at me through thick, wet lashes, she says, “You don’t want them or can’t physically have them?”
Boom. Boom. Boom. I rub at my chest to stop my heart bursting through it.
“I shoot blanks.” I wince. “Have you never wondered why I never use a condom with us?”
Shaking her head she blinks, “I thought you knew I was on the pill,” she says, rising to her full height and leaning against the wall once more.
“I can’t give you a family,” I say, making it clear.
“I hate kids.” She lifts a shoulder. “I’ve never wanted my own, and if I do happen to want them later down the line, we can adopt one that’s out of the shitting themselves stage. I don’t get why this is a big deal.” She kicks off the wall, coming to where I’m frozen to the ground.
Cupping my face, she looks pained and confused. “Did you really think I wouldn’t want you because of something out of your control?”
Well fuck.
“Family is important,” I choke out, placing my hands over hers and resting my head against her forehead.
“We’re a family, Cutter. Me and you. You’re all I’ve ever wanted. Just you.”
Fuck, my chest is going to crack with how intense my heart is thundering. I can’t believe she’s mine—that a woman like her can love a man like me. We found love where it wasn’t supposed to be. Right in front of us. I wasted so many years in fear and self-loathing. I’m not wasting a minute more.
Capturing her lips with mine, I consume everything she is. “I love you,” I say desperately.
“I love you too,” she cries, her hands everywhere, gripping and tugging greedily. Our need for one another is unquenchable. “I need to taste you,” she confesses, lowering to her knees. Nimble fingers tug open my jeans, and my cock springs free, almost hitting her in the face, making her grin like crazy. I rub the liquid building on the tip with the pad of my thumb and smear it over her bottom lip, mesmerized by her.How the fuck did I get this lucky?
Sucking her lip into her mouth to taste me, she pushes my hand away and wraps her small fingers around my girth. Flattening her tongue against my head, she licks down the seam in a slow, deliberate tease, then smiles up at me, her eyes dark, expressive. She rips her shirt over her head and grips her tits, squeezing them against my hard length, encasing it between them and stroking up my shaft. Her fat, plump lips close over my head as she flicks her tongue wildly.
Pleasure rocks through me as she sucks, slurps, and devours, all the while rubbing her tits over me. Gathering her hair into my fist, I feed her my cock, and she takes it like a good girl, gaining momentum.
My balls draw in tight as heat rises up my spine before my cock pulses its release down her throat and over her lips. She looks up at me through her dark, thick lashes, lapping me up like she can’t get enough.
Cusping her around the neck, I bring her to her feet, and our lips collide in an explosion of lust and love. The need to be inside her is more potent than it’s ever been. I want her endlessly. Backing her up until her legs hit the bed, I shove her onto the mattress and yank down her jeans.
