Page 80 of Adrift Without You
Ky steps into my office a few seconds later and I smile nervously.
“What’s happened?” he asks, squeezing my shoulders.
“Tiffany finally answered. Ethan’s studyin’ at Melbourne Uni and she’s agreed to give him my number. He’ll call if he wants to make contact.”
Ky pulls me into his arms, calming me. “Looks like we’ve got two things to celebrate tonight.” He steps back and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “How do you feel?”
“Fuckin’ nervous. What if he doesn’t call?”
“Bren, he’s twenty-one. Youcancontact him if you want. I know you wanted to get Tiff’s approval first, but he’s a man now and can make his own decisions.”
“I know, I know,” I say. “It just seemed like the right thing to do.”
For months, I’d been in two minds about trying to contact Ethan before finally tracking Tiffany down. Ky is supporting me all the way, and that means the world to me. I don’t have high hopes of Ethan wanting me in his life, but I want to try anyway. Finding my way back to Ky and being able to develop a father-daughter relationship with Lu opened my eyes to the fact that it’s never too late. Just because I missed the better part of two decades doesn’t mean I have to lose the next thirty or forty years.
Ky pulls me into another hug, rubbing my back in comforting circles. “Give him a week or two and if you haven’t heard anything, then go ahead and contact him yourself. Okay?”
Ky steps back, placing a kiss to my forehead and I swoon a little. I love letting him lead, letting him take care of me. A long time ago the thought of allowing myself that would have filled me with shame, but now, I welcome it. Ky makes me feel safe and loved.
“Okay,” I agree. “How was your day off?”
“Better now I’m with you.” Ky cups my face and kisses me thoroughly this time.
When we come up for air, I playfully shove him away as I adjust my erection. “Ky, we need to get outta here before you end up fuckin’ me on my desk. I don’t wanna lose our reservation.”
Ky groans and palms his own hard-on. “Jesus Bren, don’t mention me fucking you if you don’t want me to fuck you.”
Grabbing my work bag off the desk I saunter past him with a smirk on my face. “Keep in it your pants now and I’ll ride you later.”
Ky follows behind me. “Well stop swinging that bubble butt in my face.”
I chuckle knowing his eyes are planted firmly on my ass.
The restaurant is classy, and the food is great, even if the serving sizes are on the small side. But all throughout dinner I can’t stop thinking about marrying Ky. The same question keeps running through my head—how much time needs to pass before it’s okay to propose? He’s probably not ready to jump into another marriage just yet. Right? And the ink on my divorce papers is barely dry. But goddamn it, I want to put a ring on his finger. I never thought I’d be the type of man that wanted—no,needed—to be married, but I am that man with Ky. Maybe I’m still carrying insecurities from the past, but the world should know Ky belongs to me, and me to him.
That’s not to say our relationship isn’t rock solid, it is, along with a sex life that continues to burn hot and heavy. Every day, and often twice, because once isn’t enough to put out the fire in my veins. It’s even better than it was years ago, and it was something special then. Now we have freedom and maturity and maybe a little wisdom, and it makes our sexual and emotional connection that much stronger. We alternate between making love and indulging in the filthiest, kinkiest sex you could imagine. One day we’re making slow passionate love for hours on end in a room full of candles, and the next Ky has me bound and blindfolded, spanking my ass and fucking me into oblivion. I’m deeply satisfied—body, heart and soul.
“Do you want dessert?” Ky asks once the server takes our empty dinner plates away.
“That’s a stupid question. Of course I want dessert.”
He laughs, grabbing my hand across the table. “You’ve cut right down on smoking and we’ve both been eating less sugar, which is great. But you’re forty-one now, and you’ve gotta start thinking about your health.”
I roll my eyes. “Jesus, you’re only one year younger than me.”
“And I go to the gym four days a week and have quit smoking altogether. Plus, I rarely drink.”
“Quit worryin’,” I say, knowing Ky’s concern comes from a good place. He still fears the worst, and that he’ll somehow lose me. “How was Lu when you dropped her off?” I ask, changing the subject.
Ky sighs, placing his forearms on the table. “She said she’s seriously thinking about reducing her visits. Either once a month or maybe just stay one night instead of two. I told her it’s her choice and we support her no matter what.”
“Do you think it’s because of Xavier?”
“That’s a big part of it. She doesn’t like the guy, and I can’t blame her. But I think it’s mainly because James doesn’t spendmuch time with her when she’s there. He still goes golfing and works in the office.”
“He’s a fuckin’ dick. He’s not still hasslin’ her for information about us, is he?”
James only found out about me about a month ago because Ky asked Lu to keep our relationship quiet until their divorce was finalised. Ky felt terrible asking her, but she thought it was for the best and happy to oblige.
