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“I only needed you to say the word, Keily.” He breathed in relief. Whatever happened, they were talking at least.

He looked over at her and found himself spellbound by her. Her eyes, always so captivating, held him as he looked at her, drew him in, but they needed to talk first. Kissing could come later. For now, his beautiful, brave, and oh so strong Keily needed to know that he would always be there for her.

“I didn’t know what life was until I met you, Keily. Well, until I met you as an adult.” He laughed at the awkwardness of the situation, at himself. He had to laugh again when he struggled up off the couch and hobbled over to sit on the bed with her. “I thought I knew what life was, but you brought laughter into my world, joy, and so many other things. I was still too caught up in my anger from the past to be what you needed me to be. I was still caught up in who you had been to see what you were giving to me. I knew what I’d lost the minute I left your apartment that night, which is why I kept going back to it, even after you were gone. I wanted back what you’d given me, only I couldn’t have it. Not until I saw you again. Not until you let me back into your life and I promise you, I don’t ever plan to let that go.”

“That’s all I needed to know.” She leaned into him. “We’ve both changed, grown up, I guess, and I really don’t want to spend another second of my life without you. You gave me our daughters, but all I wanted when you left, was you. That hasn’t changed. I still want you and only you, Logan. I almost lost you, or it felt like I did, when you had that accident. Don’t make me live without you anymore.”

Rather than answering her verbally, he took her lips suddenly, too hungry to hold back, to be gentle, if only for that second. Her tongue darted out to wet his lips, telling him to take what he wanted, to hurry because she couldn’t take waiting any more than he could.

He told himself to go slow, to take it easy but Keily took that decision away from him when she pushed herself up and straddled his waist, their lips still sealed together. It had been so long since they’d kissed that Logan didn’t want to let her lips go and gently held her face to his as she moved.

He wanted to pull away, to tell her to slow down, that they had the rest of their lives but he didn’t want to break the connection, didn’t want to risk missing that chance he’d silently screamed for while he was in the coma. As soon as her lips touched his, he came to life again in a way he hadn’t realized was gone. The girls had brought something to him, given him a new purpose, but their mother? Now she gave him life unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

Eager hands brushed the robe from her shoulders as her tongue slid along his and the heat built between them, where their bodies met. He laughed deep in his throat when she groaned, not out of self-satisfied amusement but because he was so pleased she was in his arms. His hands slid up the nightgown bunched at her hips, gliding with satisfied delight over the silky expanse of her skin. She felt like home.

Where he was always supposed to be, where he should have been all those long empty months, here with her and nowhere else. But now wasn’t the time for regret, it was time to build new memories, to create new tomorrows, and he would make that all come true, as long as she let him.

Their bodies pressed together intimately, and it was no surprise when he felt his chest grow damp. He’d read about it, knew what to expect, that her milk might leak, knew that other things about her might be different but it was all hot to him. She was excited and her body, always so responsive, told him exactly what she was feeling. She tried to pull away, embarrassed when she realized how wet they both were.

“No, Keily. It’s you, it’s part of you until you wean the girls and we’ll just have to learn to enjoy it won’t we?” He told her, his fingers reaching out to stroke her nipples, coaxing them into life. There wasn’t much left in her, not after feeding the girls, so all he got for his troubles were tight peaks that needed to be touched.

He slid the nightgown over her head until she was bare, naked to his gaze. “Let me taste you, it’s been too long.”

She looked down at him, uncertain, her need to ravish him gone as her body betrayed just how human she was. “If you want to. But don’t do it just to make me feel better.”

“I would never lie to you like that, Keily.” He answered and took her breasts in his hand. Their shape was slightly different, her whole body was, but she’d exercised daily the last couple of months and was getting back some of her old shape. He liked her softer, rounder in places, but he’d never make her choose which way to be.

Besides, all he wanted at the moment was her nipple on his tongue. Keily breathed harshly as his tongue swept over her nipples, one at a time. When he pressed her breasts together and sucked, she pushed her hips down into his and groaned loudly, lost in the sensation. He felt her hips begin to move on the hard ridge hidden in his pants and though it was a little uncomfortable at first, it had been so long since she’d touched him that it started to feel good. He let her do as she pleased, so long as she let him tease her tight nipples. He sucked them in long pulls, used his teeth to hold them for the lashing his tongue gave them, and teased sounds out of her that he loved. Soon she was panting while she danced on his cock.

“I need you, Logan, I need you so much. Fuck, I need you.” She groaned almost to herself before she reached between their bodies, shifting just enough to let his length escape his pants before she slid down on him.

That pulled a groan from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt her walls enclose him, hot and wet, and all for him. “Keily.”

Her name was a ragged whisper that he repeated as she began to move on him, fast and hard, harder than he thought she should move, but she insisted when he tried to hold her still, pushed down against his hold, until he let go and let her have her way. She knew what was best.

“Fuck, this is so good.” She panted, her face a picture of lost rapture. “And the best part is, I don’t have to worry about whether I’m going to get pregnant.”

“That’s definitely a bonus.” He whispered, but wondered if it would bother her.

She didn’t seem to care and he knew she mustn’t when he felt her contract around him, a tight grip like a slick fist around his cock. For a second she hung there, mouth open, eyes wide, until the pleasure broke over her, a tidal wave that washed away all that had come before. There was only them, now, and the future.

Logan couldn’t help it, he followed with her as her nails dug into his shoulders and his cries mingled with hers. She was his again, at last. Nothing else mattered.

21

Logan

They’re five months old today, Logan thought as he glanced at the girls in the back seat of the rental car they’d picked up at the airport. Five months and growing like weeds, he thought with pride as he turned into the driveway the navigation system pronounced was the address he wanted.

“The keys are supposed to be in the mailbox,” Logan said to Keily and she jumped out of the car to walk to the mailbox in front of the gate. Luckily, it was his left leg he’d broken so he could still drive.

He looked over her frame with hungry eyes, always hungry, even after a month of having her every way he wanted her. He knew from past experience that it was unlikely he’d ever have enough of her. He smiled when she opened the gate with a comical bow and flourish to wave him in.

She closed the gate while he pulled the car up to the mansion he’d rented for the week in Puerto Rico. It had been a bit of a juggle to get the girl’s passports in time, but he’d managed it. A quick glance up at the house revealed three stories in a traditional Spanish style with a terracotta roof and white adobe walls. Balconies ringed the top two floors and he knew the roof hid a terrace. Out back there was a pool, tennis courts, and an orange grove that filled the air with the sweet scent of orange blossoms.

“This is lovely, Logan,” Avery said as she climbed out of the car and started to unbuckle the girls. “Just right, I should think.”

Her eyes held a twinkle of knowledge that made him wonder if she’d guessed why he’d brought them here. It was a surprise, this trip, planned for many months now. When he started to plan it, he hadn’t known exactly what he had in mind, other than a vacation for a woman that had just been through hell, but now he knew.