I groan, each of her touches causing a zip of pleasure that ends in my cock.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re seducing me to distract me from the unwanted presence under our roof.”
She bites her lower lip and brushes a kiss against my mouth, then whispers, “Is it working?”
“You know it is.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She leans over, her voice dropping to a seductive drawl. “Take me to our bedroom, husband.”
“You’re killing me, Green.”
I fall straight into her trap and carry her to bed. Not only will I never be able to resist this woman, but I’ll also never get enough of her.
Even though I still can’t come to terms with losing my daughter, Kim will eventually make me see reason.
She always does.
She’s been my home, my peace, and the love of my life ever since we were children.
Not everyone gets to call their childhood friend the love of their life, but I do, and I’ll spend the rest of my days showing her exactly how lucky I am that she’s my Green.
Once upon a time, she picked me as her knight, and I chose her as my queen.
37
CECILY
Ican’t sleep.
After what seems like hours of tossing and turning, I throw off the covers and jump out of bed.
My visit home has been entirely hijacked by Jeremy, and despite the initial shock, having him here, seeing him with my mum, and actually taking Papa’s non-subtle threats has made my heart so full.
I never thought things would go like this, but a part of me is rejoicing at the sudden turn of events. The part that’s been squeezed to death for missing him since I left him and only started breathing correctly when I saw him standing in our house.
Instead of going straight to the door, I smooth my sleeping shirt, pat my cheeks, and spray on some perfume from my vanity.
I stare at my face in the mirror, and for the first time in years, I don’t look away in disgust. I don’t see my reflection sulking back.
In fact, I feel pretty and I smile, and that appears soft under my side lamp’s light. My room is the inspiration for the one on Brighton Island. Manga pages cover the walls and the ceiling, torn in places from when Papa wasn’t careful. We didn’t have outside help when we decorated my room. One weekend, Mum and Papa wore their goofy overalls, posed at the door like wannabe decorators, and said we’d do this shit.
We spent the whole day rearranging and pasting pages. Mum giggled at some clichéd scenes and said I take loving romance stories after her. Papa frowned at some of my manga choices.
That’s one of my favorite memories.
After making sure I’m presentable enough, I head to my door. It’s late, so hopefully, Papa is asleep. If he’s not and is watching over Jeremy’s room, I’ll just pretend that I need something from the kitchen.
Jeez. Who knew sneaking about in your own home would be this nerve-racking?
I’m about to open the door when a dark shadow slips in from the open balcony. I’m frozen in place for a fraction of a second before I run toward the door.
I haven’t made it two steps when a large hand wraps around my mouth, and the familiar voice drops near my ear.
“Shh. Don’t fight me tonight. As much as I would love to chase the fuck out of you and make you scream as I tear through your pussy, your father wouldn’t appreciate it.”
I breathe him in for a minute, trying to calm the sudden spike of nerves.
His warmth envelops me as he slides his hand from my mouth to my middle. The weight of his presence surrounding mine coupled with his leather scent drives my body into hyperaware mode.