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“Everything is falling apart on the same day.” I shrug. “You know? Jonah’s getting teased at school, Cade’s getting teased, Sam is working late hours to avoid me, I think. Your brother is out for a year, you’re dealing with the media for that compounded with what happened with us, I lost my position…” I trail off, and there’s a certain look in his eyes that makes me think that’s not all, but he’s also not jumping at the chance to expand. I toss his own question back at him. “Is it worth it to you?”
He sighs, and it’s deep and frustrated and forceful. “Sometimes I feel like if we have to keep asking the question, the answer is right in front of us. Other times I’m convinced that nothing has been more worth it to me in my entire existence, that I’d give up everything if it meant I got to have another second with you.” He walks over toward me and pulls me up from where I’m sitting on the couch. He clings onto me, and my face is against his chest when I hear his voice rumble quietly above me. “I got into a fight with my dad tonight. I punched him in the jaw and kicked him out of my house and then I called you and came over here.”
I pull back, surprised at his confession. “What?”
He nods. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. But I choose you, Jolene. I wish I could go back in time and choose you two decades ago, but I didn’t know I had that option. I’m a better man now, though. At least I hope I am. He’s forcing me to choose sides, and I choose you.”
Fresh tears pinch behind my eyes at his words.
I don’t need him to talk more about it.
I choose him back, and now it’s time to show him that.
I take his hand in mine and tug him toward my bedroom. I lock the door just in case even though the boys rarely come out of their room after they fall asleep, and then I slowly strip out of my clothes.
Once I’m naked, I pull his shirt over his head, and then I unbuckle his belt and pull his pants and boxers off with his help.
I push him back onto my bed before I lean up over him. He sits up and grabs my face between his palms, and he kisses me as if he’s sealing in the words he spoke earlier—as if he’s showing me through this kiss how much he loves and adores me. And then he lies back, and pulls me up on top of him, lining his cock up with my pussy as I lower down onto him.
We both moan softly at the feel of being back together this way, as if we both needed this connection again, this intimacy to seal the fact that we’re choosing each other. He raises and lowers me on top of his dick while my palms find his chest for balance. I grind against him as we find a slow rhythm together, and he pulls me down to kiss me, changing the angle of his cock and causing me to moan with need.
The ache is building as we show each other with our bodies how we really feel, and then all of the sudden he flips me over so he’s on top. He’s gentle as he rocks into me over and over, pushing on the place where the ache throbs the hardest, and my body starts to tighten up everywhere as the need to come pulses within me. I open my eyes and find his on me as he watches me, and I lift my lips to his. He kisses me a little more roughly as his need to let go starts to wash over him, and he grapples for my breast, finding my nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger.
All the sensations are too many at once, his kiss, the way he’s making love to me, the feel of my nipple in his fingertips.
“Come for me,” he murmurs. “I’m going to come, and I want you to come with me.”
His words are so hot and laden with promise that my body is pushed right into my climax. He stiffens and lets out a growl as he comes, too, his hot jets of come filling me as my body throbs its way through the pleasure only he can seem to give to me.
By the time the pleasure passes through us, we’re both panting, worn out and sated as we try to catch our breath. My body is numb and so is my mind, and even though we’ve certainly been through the ringer today, we ended up on the other side of it. Together.
And that’s all that matters.
CHAPTER 19: LINCOLN
The day might’ve been shit, but the night was top notch. I sleep well—surprising given everything that happened.
Despite what happened last night, I couldn’t tell her everything. Despite the guilt I feel in my chest over what my dad did, I can’t tell her. Not now. Not yet.
I’m just not ready to talk about it. I’m not ready to widen the divide between us, and I just found out about it myself. I need to figure out how to proceed.
I told her everything she needed to know, which is that I chose her over my father. And I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.
After we made love, we dressed and fell asleep together in her bed. She kicked me out at six this morning in case Jonah woke up, and I moved to the couch to catch another hour of sleep.
And when he saunters in bleary-eyed a little after seven, that’s where I’m lying. I’m awake, and I should get up and face the day. It’s a Tuesday, a day off by all accounts at the office, but it won’t be a day off for me. I’ll be studying film, looking for cracks in our defense, looking to see how we can use our offense against the Seahawks as our first game is just five short days away.
We’re ready, but I’m putting in the time to make sure we’re over-prepared.
Still, it’s nice to see Jonah.
“Good morning, little dude,” I grunt as I sit up.
“What are you doing here?” he asks as he plops down beside me.
“I needed to talk to your mom last night, and I ended up just staying. How’s everything going? I heard you’re having a hard time at school,” I say, hoping he’ll open up to me.
“Yeah, kids are mean when they don’t understand something,” he says, and that feels like it might be a direct quote from his mother.
