Page 93 of Secrets in Love
Again, her hand came to my throat, but this time, it slipped upward till she grasped my jaw, her thumb digging into my cheek.She held me steady, her eyes locked into mine. “Tell me you’re mine. Please, please, tell me. I need it so bad.”
“I’ve always been yours, Evie. Always.”
Burying myself inside her, feeling her warmth wrap around me as she writhed, and moaned, and called my name was a rebirthing. The anger, stress, and fear was banished to a past life. Forgotten. Here, I was safe. Hopeful. The future, the unknown, loomed ominously on the horizon, but it didn’t matter. When I was inside her, everything felt new, the possibilities endless, and the now was all that mattered.
Fucking Evie till she couldn’t walk in the space that would one day be her aunt’s kitchen was fun. Piggybacking her sexy but limp and spent body home? Not so much. Though, I did enjoy the feel of her boobs pressing into me.
My broad, muscular, manly back must have acted as some kind of charging station as she made a miraculous recovery by the time we made it upstairs to the bedroom.
Promising me her fatigue guaranteed she’d behave, I was promptly dragged into the shower. I was hard as soon as I saw her naked, and she dropped to her knees and politely asked permission to go down on me.
“Umm, if this is you behaving, I’d hate—no, love—to see you be naughty.”
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look on her face as she looked up at me from the tile floor, pouting and blinking rapidly as the hot water stung her eyes and trickled down over her lip, then dripped onto her hard nipples. She gripped me at the base, kissed and licked my tip, then whispered against it like she was talking into a phone. “Please, Nate. I want to suck this beautiful cock and swallow everything it gives me.” I feigned resistance for maybe one-tenth of a second, then gave in, twisting her hair around my wrist, holding her to me and fucking her pretty little mouth till it was me that needed support to stand.
We eventually made it back to bed and had a leisurely cuddle before she left me to sleep while she went into town to pick up some food and supplies dressed as the sexiest snow bunny this side of Boner-ville—her golden hair in braids, a red beanie, a cute skirt over tights, leg warmers, and boots. It was hard to let her go, but as she’d proven in the shower, nothing stopped my Gidge when she was hungry.
After dozing on and off for an hour or so, still absolutely wrecked, and freaking starving, I took my position at the kitchen table to wait for the food.
That was where I was when the message that altered my world came through, slumped over the ebony wood table that probably cost as much as my truck and wouldn’t fit into my cabin.
Gidget: Stay.
That was all it said. One word with the potential to change everything.
Gidget: Stay.
I must have read it a hundred times, searching for any meaning other than the one I instantly knew in my heart.
Gidget: Stay.
Evie, the one and only love of my life, was asking me to choose her. To stay.
I’d never even considered it. I was a farmer. It was all I knew, all my family knew. What the hell was I going to do in New York?
Evie
My journey to town began as an exercise to pick up essentials. Chocolate, toilet paper, alcohol—you know, essentials. After forty-five minutes of shopping, none of the above had been purchased,butI did find the coolest vintage store in existence. I bagged some cute pink heart sunglasses; a white, fluffy, bally ‘80s sweater; some funky roller skates; and a retro typewriter that didn’t work but would look great in my room. Food was still on the list, but since I was on a roll, I hit a gift-slash-bookshop Finn had recommended for a new read and the tackiest Sleepy Hollow crap I could find for Nate. It was a mistake.
A friendly but overly attentive Scottish sales assistant incessantly rambling about Austen and Brontë had me trapped. While silently cursing how much I hated people and attempting to escape, I felt a light tapping on my shoulder. “Evie? It’s me, Shannon. Remember? From the airport? I insulted you. You made me cry, then we ate doughnuts and waited for our boys?”
My eyes widened in recognition. “Shit! Oh my God. Yay! You’re not pregnant anymore!”
“Nope! I popped that kid right out. Practically flew out, she did. Only took seventeen hours and a third-degree tear!”
With that lovely image bleeding into my eyes, Shannon took the headless horseman coffee mug from my hand and locked me into a tight embrace. “I’m so happy to see you. I’ve thought of you from time to time and wondered how you were doing.”
Struggling to breathe, I glanced over her shoulder and saw and waved to her husband, Sgt Ryan, holding the fattest, cutest baby—excluding Iris, of course—I’d ever seen. “Me too. You look amazing! And congratulations. She’s beautiful.”
After several cuddles with baby Ellie, we moved to a table in the attached cafe and talked all things New York, diapers, and Army life, but like a dog after a juicy bone, Shannon kept steering the conversation back to Nate. “How are things with you two?” she asked, wiping little Ellie’s vomit off Ryan’s shoulder.
I completely ignored her question and attempted a flawless change of subject. “So, you’re here on vacation? Isn’t Tarrytown freaking gorgeous? I could so easily see myself living here. Nate too.”
Shit.I ruined my own diversion.
Her eyes dilated at a rate I was sure she wished her uterus would have when popping out Ellie. “He’s here with you?”
“Umm, yes. He is. We’re staying in a rental just outside of town. It’s the first time we’ve had any real time away together. Will probably be the last time too.”
