Page 112 of Grit
Her eyes flew open and locked with his.
Cary’s lips were flushed and swollen from her kisses. He was braced over her, his thick hair falling around them. Their bodies were pressed together and he moved with torturous precision, taking her apart piece by piece.
“Bend your knee up.” He nudged her right knee and moved deeper, changing his angle.
Her mouth fell open with a wordless gasp.
“There.” The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Right there.”
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her climax didn’t come with a rush. It came in an inevitable, crushing wave, spreading over every inch of her body as she cried his name into the darkness. It waned and surged, overtaking her three times before Cary groaned with his own release, gripping her hair as he closed his eyes and pressed his face into her neck.
He rolled to the side, his chest heaving. “Oh fuck, that was good.”
“I don’t even know what that was.” Her whole body was shaking. “I’m not sure I can walk.”
Cary reached over and pulled Melissa’s head onto his shoulder, stroking her hair, running his fingertips over her skin, and generally making her feel like she’d received a full-body massage while simultaneously galloping a horse and taking a double shot of tequila.
“I don’t know how you keep giving me different orgasms,” she mumbled against his chest. “I thought there were just a couple of different kinds. But there’s a lot more.”
His chest shook in silent laughter. “That’s the benefit of being with an old guy. We like taking our time.”
She ran her hand over his defined abdomen. “Oh yeah. Super old.”
Cary fell silent. He took her hand and squeezed it tight.
“What is it?”
“My dad died when he was seventy.” Cary’s voice was quiet. “He thought he was in perfect health. I think about that a lot. He had no signs of heart disease.”
She twisted herself around and propped her chin on his chest. “So you get your heart checked early and often. You do all the tests and stuff exactly when the doctor tells you. And if you don’t, I will give you absolute hell until you do.”
He smiled a little. “Understood.” His hand stroked up and down her arm. “Since we’re getting married now and everything.”
“Assumptions from my daughter do not count as a proposal, just so you know. And we still have… a lot to talk about.”
“I know.” He stroked her hair. “Like… would you ever consider having more kids?”
Her eyebrows went up. “Do you want kids?”
“I always wanted kids. I just didn’t think it would happen.”
“I would… be open to having more kids if I had some help. I can’t imagine being a full-time mom now like I was with Abby. My life is too crazy.”
He nodded. “That’s fair.”
“But I always wanted more.” She worried her lip. “I lost a baby. About three months before Calvin died. I was four months along.”
The hand that was stroking her hair froze. “Missy.”
“I wasn’t really showing yet, so we hadn’t told many people. I was just really bitchy and cranky because the doctor said I couldn’t ride. And then…” She shook her head. “The doctors never knew what happened.”
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead. “I’m sorry.”
“She would have been six this year. Born between Christmas and New Year’s.” Melissa wiped her tears away quickly. “It happened a long time ago. I’m just bringing it up because I don’t know if I can have more kids, you know? It might not happen.”
“We have Abby.” He smiled. “You don’t get much better than that. Anything else is just a bonus.”
