Page 54 of The Only Heart that Matters
Damn those perfect fucking lips of hers. They were mesmerizing before I knew what they looked like wrapped around my dick. Now? Now, the thought of them on anyone else makes me sick to my stomach.
No matter how tightly I grip my cock, it will never come close to what it felt like to be inside her tight pussy.
Heaven.
Every inch of her is heaven right here on earth and was mine for a night. She was more than I imagined she could have been and more than I deserved, but of course, the selfish bastard I amwants another night. Who am I kidding? I want endless nights with her.
I’ll ride this fake husband thing as long as it lasts and love every damn second of it. Along the way, maybe I can earn her trust and encourage her to tell me the secrets she thinks would turn me away.
I want to be her person.
Her protector.
The only one who touches her and makes her feel the way she did five days ago.
I’m mindlessly chatting with Loten, who works at the family hardware store, when the electricity in the room changes.
She’s here.
Peeking over my shoulder to confirm my intuition, my heart rate doesn’t just pick up its pace, it thunders against my chest like a drum. A strange feeling churns in my stomach, like the one I got as a kid on Christmas Eve when I was too excited to sleep because Santa was coming.
Fuck.
That’s what she is.
Christmas.
Every. Damn. Day.
Drawn to her, I don’t even excuse myself before striding away from Loten. She and my sister take off their coats and slide onto their two favorite barstools, laughing at theReservedsigns I’d taped to the seats. Better to avoid having to kick someone else off them when the girls arrived.
The smile on her face kicks those Christmas feelings into high gear, but when she spots me coming her way and her smile ratchets up a notch, lighting her from within, well, fuck me running, because there’s just no feeling like it.
Closing the distance, I open up my arms to her and she walks right into them, accepting my hug and setting me on fire.
“Congratulations, wifey,” I whisper in her ear. Her arms tighten around my neck while mine around her waist do the same.
This is the only touching we’ll get again, and we take full advantage of it. “Let me know when you tell them you’ve left my sorry ass, but feel free to take your time.”
When she pulls away, our eyes lock on one another too long to be considered friendly.
She’s so close.
What I wouldn’t give to wipe away the barely there distance between us with a kiss.
One night.
That’s all it was.
One. Night.
Letting go of her and stepping away is almost painful.
“Two skinny margaritas coming up.”
She nods and sits on her reserved stool, looking as dazed as I feel. The struggle in her eyes tells me she’s battling her emotions, too, both of us pushing down the need we have for one another.
Busying myself with making their drinks, I decide it’s safest to keep my pathetic ass behind the bar for the rest of the night. Fortunately, it's busy. I purposely let Laurie work Mia and Daisy’s end of the bar, but the struggle is real.
