Page 67 of Roads Behind Us
And some of those things were too fucking hard for me to say.
“Get on your back, sweetheart,” I said. “Spread those thighs for me.”
I flipped her and pinned her wrists to the bed. Sliding down to the end, I dropped my legs over and put all my weight on my left foot, then yanked her ass to the bed’s edge.
Opening her thighs as far apart as they would go, I bent over her, pressing my mouth to the mess we’d made between her legs. She gasped when I licked her cum onto my tongue and slid two fingers inside her, and she moaned loudly. This time I covered her mouth with my hand, and then I fucked her, using the end of the bed as my crutch.
Damn my leg and damn the pain. It was just another thing in my life stopping me from doing what I wanted, what I needed. And right now, I needed Bea on her back. I needed to be deep inside her, so deep she’d have no choice but to feel for me.
So deep, she’d scream my name and it would be written on her soul in charcoal.
So deep that when she left, she’d take me with her.
In the morning, Bea jumped in the shower, and I went downstairs for coffee.
The privacy my bedroom afforded was very much worth it, but the stairs were still a bitch for me to navigate. The PT guy had said I needed to get used to them again anyway, and knowing a closed-door haven for Bea and me existed up there, I wasn’t all that mad at the stairs anymore. Although, it still took me a year and a half to get to the bottom or climb up.
Athena and Shaylene sat sleepy-eyed on the couch, seemingly oblivious and covered in fuzzy blankets. They’d moved their marathon to the living-room TV, but they barely noticed when I bumbled down the steps.
“Mornin’, Daddy,” Athena said, her mouth open in a yawn, but she didn’t look away from the TV.
“Mornin’, Road Trip. How’d y’all sleep?”
“Good,” both girls said in unison.
“Pancakes okay?” I asked on my way into the kitchen.
“Yeah,” Athena said. “I’ll make ’em after this episode.”
“No, baby, relax. I got it.”
Finally, she looked at me. “You’re gonna cook? You sure?”
“I think I can manage breakfast today, but get 911 ready on your phone, just in case.” I winked, and she smiled.
Bea had set the coffee to brew late last night since she had to head to the cabins to work today, so while the machine gurgled and percolated, I got two mugs ready and pulled out the milk.
In the sing-song voice Athena usually reserved for when she really wanted me to buy her something, she said, “Oh, Daddy?”
“Oh, Athena?” I sang back.
“Is Bea havin’ breakfast with us too?”
“Uh, yeah,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat and redden. “Think so.”
When I peeked at her, Athena arched an eyebrow at me. She gave me a thumbs-up and smiled, then went back to her show.
Guess that told me what I needed to know about how my daughter felt about the new woman in my life.
Now, I just needed to figure out how I felt about the new woman in my life, and that woman needed to figure it out too.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Bea
The smell of impending cold and snow hit my nose the second I stepped onto Bax’s front porch, and my anxiety about finishing the builds hit the roof.
Breathing deeply, inhaling the earthy scents of pine and spruce warming in the morning sun, I calculated in my head the tasks the crew and I could get done with only half a workday. Saturdays weren’t mandatory, thanks to Brand, but most guys chose to work them for the extra hours and overtime. I’d have a nearly full cabin crew today, but only for five hours.
