“Touch yourself,” he whispers.
Staring into his eyes, I slip my hand between us.
Losing myself in this moment is easier than admitting I’m struggling with too many feelings.
Him watching me is heady, and it makes me bold. As he moves between my thighs, I circle my hand around his base and squeeze.
“Fuck,” he grunts, swelling inside me. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come.”
He kisses me, fierce and possessive. I’m so close, but then he licks a finger and drags it down my backside.
“I’ve never…” I pant when he pushes it against me.
“Does it feel good?” He watches me as he gently nudges in to the knuckle. In and out, he matches the rhythm of his hips.
It feels wrong. So wrong.And amazing.
“Oh, God.” I toss my head back as I come so hard I can’t breathe.
My release sets him off, and we moan and shudder together.
He holds me while we pant and come down off that high.
“Love…” He pauses.
My breath catches in my chest.
But then he clears his throat. “Love being here with you.”
A twinge of disappointment nips at me, but I tell myself to enjoy what we have. It’s not like I’ve been brave enough to say those words.Ifthe L-word was what he contemplated just now. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
After we’ve cleaned up, I lead him into my bedroom where he holds me until Poppy wakes up in the morning.
Even though I’m afraid of all the things that can go wrong, I hope and pray we can get it right this time.
51
GABBY
“Thanks for squeezing us in.”Rider tosses his arm around my shoulders as he talks to Brady, who owns Saints & Sinners, a swanky tattoo parlor in Austin. He glances around at the framed photos on the exposed brick walls. “This place is cool.”
“Thanks, man.” Brady is maybe in his mid-thirties with tats up and down his arms. He has striking green eyes and an edgy biker vibe.
When I catch him studying me, I look away, embarrassed.
“Sorry I’m staring,” he says with a chuckle. “You remind me of my sister-in-law.” He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing. “My wife too a little.”
Aww. “No problem.”
Rider squeezes me just a bit closer, and I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Is he jealous?
“Your girl getting a tattoo too or just you today?” Brady asks.
I turn to Rider, and he lifts his eyebrows. “What do ya say, Gabs? Wanna get inked too?”
“Ha. No, thanks.”
His lips tug up before he kisses me. “Chicken.”
