I find her clit and suck one of her nipples into my mouth, this time, lightly, I nibble. It wouldn’t be difficult to become obsessed with her breasts. They’re as beautiful as she is, and I love how she trembles as I tug and suck.
She widens her legs and moves under my hand. I shove two fingers into her and press her clit with my thumb. “Faster,” she whispers.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I tell her, pushing three fingers into her, filling her. I’m getting hard, but I won’t take her again until she comes. I’m only selfish in the conference room.
Her eyes blink open, a hazy green. “Rick,” she breathes, “kiss me.”
I do. Anything she asks of me, I would have to do. There’s nothing I would deny her.
The second our lips meet, she comes under my hand. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she cries against my mouth, her body shaking as the orgasm rolls through her. Her muscles contract around my fingers, and I twist them, hoping to make it as good for her as it was for me.
She quiets, but I still want her again. “Can I?” I ask, nudging my cock into her hip. “I want you, Devyn.”
“Then you’re going to have to throw in a box of Milk Duds,” she says, rolling onto her side and positioning herself over my cock.
With my hands to her ass, I help guide her onto me. “If you needanything,all you have to do is ask. I mean it. Anything.”
Rubbing my nose with hers, she says, “Just you. Right now. That’s all I need.”
She didn’t mean it the way I took it, but I’m deathly afraid she told me the truth.
Stretching languidly, she covers my chest with lazy kisses. I’m propped in her bed, playing with her hair, hoping she’ll let me nap, but her eyes are bright and her hands are all over my body. She’s not sleepy. And if I know my females like I think I do, she wants to talk.
“Out with it then,” I say, tugging on the ends of her hair.
She sits up, covers her breasts with the sheet.
“If this is going to be a serious talk, you could at least let me have the view,” I grouse, hoping to encourage her to laugh. I don’t want our last hours together to be somber.
It earns me a smile, but she doesn’t let the sheet drop. “Why did your wife leave you?”
It’s not the question I expected, but it’s bad enough. “I would think that’s obvious.”
“Is that truly why? Because of how you look after the accident?”
Her question makes me mad. It brings up things I’d rather forget. “How the hell am I supposed to know? I had a few surgeries. My leg, my hip, my arm, and patches of my skin. They didn’t do it all at once, and I was in and out of consciousness for weeks. The anesthesia made me sick and fogged my brain. They put me on a lot of pain medication. I’d been in the hospital for over a month before I even realized she’d been visiting me, before I realized how much time had passed. She waited until I was barely with it enough to have a conversation, and she tossed her wedding ring onto the bed. I still remember it laying on the nubby hospital blanket, my leg in a sling to keep it stable. She said she loved me, but she needed more than what I was going to be able to give her. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t recover, or maybe a doctor told her I would always live with pain. We were trying for a baby before the accident, and maybe she thought I wouldn’t be a good father anymore. She never said.” My voice fades along with my annoyance she’d asked the stupid fucking question in the first place, and I don’t see Devyn’s bed, but the hospital blanket, the ring glittering in the sun shining through the window. I’d been in too much pain and couldn’t pick it up. A nurse came in to check on me after she left, and I had to ask her to put it in the hospital’s safe.
It’s still there.
I never claimed it.
“You wanted kids.”
It’s not a question, more of a sad declaration. It’s difficult for me to think of it, too. Had we been successful that year, our baby would be a year old.
“Yeah, we did.” I grasp her chin with my thumb and forefinger. “I didn’t use anything.”
She raises a shoulder, exposing the top of one of her breasts, and lifts a corner of her mouth along with it. “I know. I have an IUD. Some months my cramps are really painful, and it helps. I don’t use it for birth control, but in this case, it’s a perk. I would have told you if I wasn’t on anything. Besides, I don’t have room in my life for kids. Until Talia’s on her feet, I don’t want children.”
So if you want them soon, find a woman who does.
She doesn’t have to say the words for me to hear them. I shrug. I haven’t thought about kids, having a family, since Renata left me. “Maybe she’s right. Maybe it’s better if I don’t have anyone depending on me.”
“If you talked to her, maybe you two would get back together. You didn’t turn out as bad as she thought you would.”
I scoff. “You don’t know that.”
“You don’t either. Has she seen for herself how well you’ve recovered? When was the last time you saw her?”