Page 56 of Bedding the Biker Next Door

“Oh, wow!”

His face was impassive.

She couldn’t tell how he’d taken the news. “I might be out of place, but, Cole…your mom would be so happy that you connected with him. What happened? How do you feel?”

Her words opened a floodgate. Cole started talking and couldn’t stop. “I thought if I ever met my father, I’d throw a punch in his face and tell him exactly what I thought of him. But I didn’t.” He traced the outline of her hand and occasionally, brought it to his lips to press a kiss in the center. “I understood why things happened the way they did. It still hurts, but I’m happy I found him—my father.”

His voice changed as he said those words. All these years—his entire life—“his father” had been some nameless man who abandoned him. Now he had answers. Possibly a relationship waiting for him, if he wanted it.

“Did he tell you why he wasn’t around?” Jill asked carefully, not wanting to dredge up negative memories and make things worse for Cole.

“He was married. That’s it. He has a family. Three kids. He loved my mom, but he couldn’t…”

Cole couldn’t finish his words. A wave of emotions hit him, and he pulled Jill close again.

“He couldn’t leave his wife, his responsibilities.” Jill finished for him.

He nodded. “But he said he thought about me all the time. He sent my mom regular checks to take care of me. I didn’t know that. And when he and his wife divorced five years ago, that’s when he started sending the letters. He wanted to make amends. He even talked to my mom directly. She told him she was dying…and she gave him my address so he could contact me after she was gone. He said she felt guilty about it, but she also said I’d understand. And I do.”

“Oh, Cole…” Jill said into his shoulder.

Cole took a deep breath and pulled back slightly. “Jill,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I don’t know what the future holds for him and me, if we’ll have any sort of relationship. I mean, my mom did get screwed because she loved him. But I feel like he was strong enough to come to me, to admit his mistakes, to claim me as his…and that’s a start.”

She did nothing to fight the tears in her eyes. She was so happy for him.

Cole stroked her cheek. “He loved my mom and regretted the way things ended between them. I don’t want that, Jill. I want you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Now, the tears were flowing freely down her face.

“But my health. The risks…”

“I don’t care.” He shook her hands in earnest. “We’ll take our chances just like everyone else. But we’ll have love. Everyone has a chance of getting something. Right? It shouldn’t stop us.”

Relief swept through her. “Maybe you’re right.”

“I’m right that no one knows the future. We all have health risks. But not everyone finds true love. Not everyone finds someone like you, Jill Jones. Smash was right—you’re the real deal.”

She giggled and sobbed at the same time. “I’ll spend every chance I get making you happy, Mr. Novak,” she whispered.

“And I’ll do the same for you, Jill.” He pulled her into his lap and kissed her, gently but with real power, taking her breath away, and igniting her passion at the same time. Then he pulled back and growled, “I need you.”

Suddenly, her wild side came back in a hot wind, and she yanked her shirt over her head. “Oh, yeah?” she said, pulling him to her. “Show me!”

Epilogue

“I’m ready, Jill. Are you ready to come again, baby?”

Cole had already given Jill two orgasms, one while he had her clit between his lips and the other while he was pounding her from behind. He wanted to stretch things out even more, make her come all night, but she was so damn sexy, and if he tried to hold back any longer, he would implode.

Jill smiled even as she struggled to catch her breath. They’d been going at it hard and heavy, and with each orgasm, her body had progressed from shimmering with a light, sparkly sheen to gleaming with a more serious sweat. Her hair was stuck to the sides of her face and across her cheeks like she’d just gotten caught out in a storm—and in some ways, she had. Her skin was flushed, her lips bright red and swollen. Cole didn’t think he’d ever seen her look more beautiful.

“I’m ready,” she said.

Cole stood, grinning ear to ear. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, took a pillow, and stuffed it underneath her bottom. He gripped her hips in his hands and used her body to guide himself into her. Once he was inside, he wasted no time. He was on the verge. He began pounding into her, and they gasped and moaned until Jill came again, digging her nails into his arms as she did. The sound of her calling out his name sent him hurtling over the edge, and he let himself finally release.

His body shook as he came. He held Jill tightly, not moving for a few seconds until he was sure he’d squeezed every drop out of his release. Then he rocked back and forth a few times, just to calm himself down before he finally let her go and collapsed on the bed.

“Oh, my God, you’re going to kill me!” He laughed out loud, and it felt good.

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