Page 56 of Misadventures in Blue
“What do you mean?” I ask, voice rough. “Say what you mean.”
Her eyes are the sweetest sea color, and she gives me a sad, pleading smile that makes me want to slay monsters for her, even if the monsters are the sins between us.
“I mean I’m sorry for the things I said,” she says. “They were lies, Jace. The worst lies I could think of to make you let me go. I’m too selfish to want you to find a better, younger woman. I want you with me. I want to be your woman, age be damned.”
I can’t help the hope swelling in my chest like a balloon, and I take a step forward, reaching for her. She lets me. She lets me pull her into my chest with my good arm, and then she tilts her head back to look up into my face.
“I mean I love you,” she says softly, her hand coming up to cup my jaw. “You’re too young and too brave and so very caveman—and I love you. I love you so much that I’m willing to be scared. I’m willing to be vulnerable. I love you so much that nothing else matters.”
“Babe,” I rumble, burying my face in her hair as I squeeze her even closer to me. “Babe. Nothing else does matter. It never did to me.”
“Oh, Jace. Can you forgive me? The terrible things I said?”
“I already have,” I say, and I mean it. It’s the truth.
“And pushing you away? Leaving?”
“You’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me.” I kiss her hair again, never able to get enough of that delicate silk against my lips, of that exquisite, expensive scent of hers. “Fuck, I love you. And yes, I was hurt and angry and all the things when you left, but if you’re willing to be open with me, then I’ll be open with you. I don’t see what we can’t figure out if we have love and honesty.”
I feel her smile against my chest. “So wise for one so young.”
“Well, I stole that line from my PTSD counselor, but I still mean it.”
She laughs. “Good.”
She kisses my chest, and my cock responds, surging again under the towel and brushing against her. She purrs a little. “Young man.”
And then she reaches under the towel to give me a firm, urgent stroke. My eyes flutter closed. “What happens next?” I manage to ask. “Do I get to take you home?”
“Every day for the rest of forever. But first…” Another stroke.
I groan.
“First,” she whispers, “we’re going to see how fast you can make this ice queen melt.”
Game. On.
Epilogue
Jace
A year later…
“At some point, you’re going to have to let me sleep, caveman,” Cat teases, but she parts her pretty thighs for me all the same as I walk toward the bed.
“We’ll sleep in tomorrow,” I promise, giving my already primed cock a few slow strokes. Even though I just came back from putting away the warm cloth I used to clean her, I’m ready again. It’s our third fuck of the night because I can’t fucking get enough of her right now. I mean, I never have anyway, but right now, with my ring glinting on her finger and her belly heavy with our first child, I’m more caveman than ever.
“We have to work on the nursery tomorrow,” she reminds me, idly plucking at her nipple as she watches me approach. “We should rest…”
But her sensible words are canceled out by the hungry way she watches my cock bob up and down as I climb onto the bed.
“No rest for the wicked, babe,” I say, even though she is right about the nursery. I moved into her house when we got married half a year ago, and we’ve only just now finished integrating my things and turned to making the baby’s room ready for his entrance in four more months.
“I suppose we have time,” she muses, her free hand going between her legs to toy with the place I’ve already thoroughly pleasured tonight…and plan on pleasuring again.
I grunt in agreement as I mount between her thighs and take myself in hand.
“Young man,” she sighs happily, petting my hard abs and sliding her palms up the flexed lengths of my quads. “My young stud.”
