Page 120 of Never Left You

“Her oldest is almost four. We’ve only been divorced for three years. So, she either was pregnant when she asked for the divorce or got pregnant shortly after. With Curtis Roster’s kids.”

“The bull rider?”

I nodded. “She got the lifestyle she always wanted.”

“I don’t get it. Is that what she meant?” she breathed, shaking her head as her back slumped.

I furrowed my brow and trailed my hands down her back. “What do you mean?”

“After you left to go find Quinn…” She hesitated. “I could tell you were upset. I could tell something was off. You weren’t paying attention to the rodeo, and when Stetson called, you just were kinda…meh.” She shrugged a shoulder. “So, I went to her box and asked her what she said to you. She told me I needed to know the real reasons before deciding to have a relationship with you. Was she meaning the no kids thing?”

No kids thing? She made it sound so casual, so…nota thing.

I nodded, leaning my forehead against hers to feel her. “She put it in my head. When she asked how many kids we had, she knew we didn’t have any. But then I started thinking, if I could have a family with anyone it would be you. I would have a million kids with you if I could.”

“Whoa…slow down…a million?” She arched back, her beautiful laugh filling the air between us.

Pulling her back to me, I smiled. “You know what I mean. If I could have a family with anyone, it would be with you. The way I feel about you, Abi, isn’t going to fade away any time soon. I’ve carried feelings for you since the moment I saw you, and now that you’re my girlfriend”—I smiled at the word—“there's things I want to think about that I never did before. I never truly thought about having kids with Carolyn, but with you…Abi…I want that. But I can’t give that to you. And if you are seeing me and Stetson and you as a family…then…well…is that a deal breaker? Do you still want me if I can’t give you a bigger family? I know you and Sylas talked about having more kids, I know—”

She pressed her lips to mine, taking me in as her hands wrapped around the nape of my neck. Her tongue teased my lips, forcing them to open to welcome her in. As much as I wanted to take over and devour her, I let her lead. This kiss was sensual, asif she were learning the way my mouth fit against hers. This kiss was filled with love.

Love.

I love this woman.

“Cash.” She pressed her forehead to mine. “You not being able to have children is the last thing I’d ever consider a deal breaker. I have Stetson. I have you. What more could I want?” She shifted, pressing herself to me more. “I’m the happiest I’ve been in five years when I’m with you.”

“Need I remind you that you threw a brush at me.”

“I haven’t done that in weeks.” She punched my shoulder lightly.

“You threw it out of love.”

“Sure, we’ll say that.” She smiled. “I do feel something for you Cash, I never expected this…but as soon as I stopped fighting it…I found myself falling for you. Kids or no kids in our future…I fell, and Cash…I crave you.”

“Crave me?” I raised an eyebrow, seeing the desire flood her eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip.

Her fingers trailed up my arms to my shoulders. “I want you in so many ways. I want every inch of you.”

Thirty-Seven

Abi

Cash’slipswerehoton mine as he kissed me, his fingers dancing on my spine as they worked their way up my shirt. My skin tingled, my insides melting completely as his hands moved to my front, working on the buttons of my shirt. Last night was an almost terrifying experience. I hadn’t had sex in so long, and my nerves told me everything that could go wrong. Cash took those nerves and threw them out the window with every kiss, every pulse, every touch. And tonight, it was as if we had been doing this for years. His lips knew just where to go, his handsknew the right amount of pressure to put on me, and our bodies moved flawlessly together.

The chill of the air hit my skin as my shirt fell to the floor, his lips finding my collar bone as he worked on my bra strap.

“Abs, you…you are…dammit, Abs…you have no idea what you do to me,” he whispered in between kisses.

“You know,” I moaned as his tongue trailed up my neck. “You are the only one who calls me Abs.”

He stopped and looked at me with heavy eyes. “Do you want me to call you something else?” He raised a single brow. “I’ve never been one for nicknames.”

“No.” I shifted, moving my hips against him, feeling his hard length through his pants. “I love it when you call me Abs.”

Tilting his head back, he moaned. “Fuck Abs.”

“Just like that.” I stood, taking a step back to remove every stitch of clothing I had on as he watched me. Unlike last night, I didn’t cover myself. I let him take me in, his gaze gliding up and down my body, before I fell down to my knees in front of him. I played with his belt buckle, the entire time our eye contact never broke. My hands felt along his strong thighs as I slowly pulled his Wranglers down to his feet, tracing the scar on his left leg, silently wishing I could have been there when he got hurt. I wouldn’t have left him alone. He would never be alone again.

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