Page 97 of Rebound
He nods, pressing his forehead to mine. I scratch his beard with my short nails and he quivers beneath me. “Did he talk to you like that when you were together?”
I hesitate too long and Patrick curses him, but I don’t let him pull away. “For a long time he was fine. Our relationship was good at first, but never great. He was faithful and committed. Then, everything started to fall apart. I sometimes wonder if it was his way of trying to get out of the relationship and I held on.” Too tight, if you ask me. “After the miscarriage, he checked out. I didn’t know I was pregnant until I lost the baby and instead of helping me through it, he started cheating on me. Vinitha, from the other night, was one of the women.”
He swears under his breath and I smile sadly. I hate that he understands now why I was so angry with her flirting. Why I got so possessive. I chew on my lip and watch him process everything. With a hard shake of his head, he meets my eyes.
“I should have been here all this time.”
I laugh softly and kiss the tip of his nose. “So we could break each other’s hearts all over again? No thanks.” He sighs and presses his head against mine. I play with the slightly damp ends of his hair and whisper, “About that other thing you said to him…”
“It’s true. It’s been the case for years.”
In honour of the mother of my child and the love of my fucking life echoes in my head as I stare at him. He’s clear eyed and my heart races at the knowledge that this man has loved me for so long. I wonder if he said the words to make a point to Kabir, but I can tell it’s real. He feels so deeply for me and I want to be deserving of his love in every way. I don’t ever want to know what life without Patrick is like anymore.
“You don’t have to sa—” I cut him off and pour my love into the kiss. He purrs, the sound vibrating through our bodies, before his strong hands press me closer. The kiss deepens and the first swipe of his tongue lights me up. I gasp against his mouth, fingers push into his hair as I angle our heads and flick my tongue at his. It’s rough and raw, desperate and hungry. It’s the perfect way to describe how being with Patrick makes me feel—like an animal.
I’m panting when the kiss breaks, lips tingling and face raw from his beard. But I feel fucking amazing. I blink into focus and stare at Patrick, at the man I love. The one I loved all these years, below the surface of every other relationship I was ever in.
“I love you,” I whisper and his amber eyes widen. “Twenty years later and you’re still the one, Trick.”
He kisses me again, this time slower. Like he wants to savour the feeling of my tongue against his, the press of our mouths and commit it all to memory. I’m breathless when he pulls away again and I lick my lips, watching as he comes back to himself.
“I love you too,” he says.
“I figured.”
We laugh and he nudges my nose with his. The rumble from my stomach echoes between us. His hands slide down to my ass and he squeezes.
“Come on, let me feed you.”
Thirty-Four. Proud of you
Patrick, November
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself,” I mutter into her ear as she rocks back against me desperately. The leg draped over my hip trembles, but she doesn’t stop. Her pussy clenches around my cock so hard stars dance in front of my eyes. “Attagirl.”
She moans loudly, the sound filling the air conditioned bedroom as we continue to fuck. We’ve been at this for hours, with tiny breaks in between of course, but she’s insatiable. Every time we pause to catch our breath, she chugs a glass of water and pulls me back in. I’m not complaining, but I am exhausted.
“Trick,” she gasps, ass pressed flush against my crotch as I bottom out inside her.
“Take what Daddy’s giving you, Lo.”
Tamara shudders as I pump my hips in shallow thrusts. Her walls suck on my cock, and she doesn’t let go. Neither do I. Every drag out makes my balls heavier and I’m impressed I haven’t come yet even though I’m on the edge. She drags my hand from her breast to between her thighs and directs me. Like I don’t know where her clit is or how to play with it.
“You want this, huh?”
“Yes!”
“Why should I let you come?”
Tamara’s walls clench around me and in a low voice, she says, “If I don’t, you don’t.”
I would laugh if I could, but every sound gets stuck in my throat. I roll back the hood of her clit and stroke a finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She jerks and settles as I continue touching and teasing, almost petting it. Her pussy pulses and I know we’re both close enough to explode, but she’s fighting it.
“Lotus,” I warn and she laughs. It’s a breathless, strangled sort of noise.
“It’s my cock,” she rasps, reaching back to grab my hair and pull my mouth closer to hers. “I’ll do whatever I want.”
Jesus. I’ve given her too much power over the last few weeks. Now she knows she owns me. She knows as much as I claim her every single day, I’m absolutely her property. When her hips start to move in a jerky, unsteady sort of way, I press my fingers to her clit and bite down on her shoulder. With a scream that could rival any stadium full of fans, she clamps down on my cock and comes. I continue to fuck her, going as deep as her body will let me and I come hard enough to black out. My cock jumps as it spills into her, endless ropes of cum filling her up. I know we’re going to have to change the sheets, again, but it’s worth running out of clean linen.
