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His speed picks up, and I rock back, riding his cock and his fingers.
The eyes I love are so dark they’re indigo, the sea on the blackest night. “Beautiful. My fucking beautiful queen.”
His words, defiant and reverent, are more than I can take.
A shudder racks through me, lifting my body as I come. He tenses, staying inside me, catching me as I fall apart. He shudders again and I can feel his release, pulsing into me.
The tension deep in my core tears, sending ripples outward as I cry out.
A few strokes later, Harrison’s jaw tightens. His gaze cuts between my face and where we’re joined. The sight of him coming makes me want to come again too. He sees it and fucks me through it until I do.
After, he helps me out of the bath and dries both of us with huge, fluffy towels.
I’m wrapping a towel around me and knotting it at my breasts when he says, “You trusted me, and I let you down. I won’t do it again.”
I catch his eye in the mirror. “You will.”
He stiffens.
“I want your word that we’ll figure it out when you do.” I collect my soaked clothes and hang them on the bathtub before starting out into his bedroom.
“Through everything,” he says.
I glance over my shoulder and see him standing naked by the closet, turning over the ring in his fingers.
“This was my mother’s,” he says. “Found it in the guest room with Ash the other day. She always wore it.”
I take it from him, admire the inscription.
I wish I’d met them. No matter their flaws, they created something beautiful in this world—Harrison and his brother. Made two boys who turned into the kind of men any parents would be proud of.
“You can choose to believe in them,” I say, passing the ring back. “It doesn’t make you weak or wrong.”
His throat bobs as he sets it on the vanity again with a nod.
Harrison reaches into his closet and riffles through dress shirts until he chooses a navy-blue one. Ever the discerning customer, even in his own collection. Instead of putting it on, he motions at me to turn.
I hold out my arms and he helps me into the shirt. The bottom reaches halfway to my knees, and I cock my head up at him. He fastens the buttons from the bottom up, deciding to leave the top two open.
The doorbell rings downstairs, and we both straighten.
I don’t give a thought to what I’m wearing. Harrison tugs on pants and tucks his phone in his pocket before following me down the hall.
Ash sticks his head out of the guest room. “Did you hear something?”
“Probably the hospital staff bringing Leni’s equipment,” I suggest.
But as Harrison reaches for the door and pulls it wide, Ash and I flanking him, we realize our mistake.
It’s not the hospital staff.
