The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,3

as he pulled away.

“Really fucking good,” he agreed. He reached for her ass and pulled her toward him until she was balancing precariously close to the edge of the machine. He ran a hand down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, pushing her to lean back.

Desperate to be inside, he palmed his cock, stroking it a couple of times. He looked up to see Kendalee’s eyes fixated on what he was doing. To tease her, he rubbed the tip against her wetness, groaning as he did so. “Warm, wet, and deep inside you is his favorite place.”

She changed her gaze to his. “So, what’s he waiting for?”

Elliott grinned and then eased himself forward, a slow back and forth, as Kendalee stretched around him. “Fuck, Babe,” he gasped.

The image of her, opening to receive him, her lips dragging against his cock as he withdrew, her clit all erect and red for him was almost more visual stimulation he could stand. He thrust into her, seating himself as deep as he could get.

“Oh, god,” Kendalee gasped, reaching for his shoulders, so their chests mashed together and blocked his view. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you like this.”

Words gathered at the back of his throat, but he couldn’t say them.

Life was too short to worry about life being too fucking short. His diagnosis and treatment had been a wake-up call to embrace life by the mother-fucking-balls. He had Kendalee, they had each other. They had the kids. And fuck, if he wasn’t there for any reason, there were over a dozen people who would make sure they were looked after. He was the luckiest fucking man on the planet, not the unluckiest.

His diagnosis had happened for a reason.

So, he’d never take moments like this for granted ever again. From now on, he’d never settle for anything less than a full life led exactly the way he wanted it to be. How they wanted it to be.

He slid out of Kendalee, taking most of the weight in his arms now, as she was perched right on the edge of the machine that began to spin faster. The vibration was almost too good. Fucking without a condom was the closest thing to heaven, feeling how wet she was for him, how warm, how snug she still felt. Knowing that, if they were lucky, it might lead to another blessing in their crazy life.

“Fuck me, Elliott,” Kendalee begged.

And goddamn if her wish wasn’t his fucking command. He powered into her, thrusting back and forth, as they both chased the edge.

He could hear Kendalee moan, could feel her tilting her hips so he could hit her exactly where she liked it best. A feeling so desperate he wished he had the hands free to reach for her clit.

“Fuck it. Hold on,” he instructed. Elliott dropped to his knees, placing Kendalee carefully on top of his jeans down onto the floor. Her hair fanned out around her head and she looked breathtaking. So fucking beautiful that, for a moment, he forgot about the orgasm he’d been chasing and stared.

“Elliott,” Kendalee gasped, her cheeks flushed and a sheen of sweat between her breasts. “Are you okay?”

He leaned over her, lying his body flat against hers as she cradled him between her hips, his cock buried deep inside her. In contrast to his frantic movements only moments earlier, he slid out slowly, thrusting back in so deeply he felt as though he might lose sense of who he was.

When his lips met hers, the kiss was filled with everything he couldn’t find the words to express. How much she meant to him. How he’d never take everything they had together for granted ever again. How he hoped they’d expand their family in the next few moments.

“I’ve got you,” Kendalee muttered against his lips as she brushed his hair back from his face and exposed him to her. “I always have.”

And this time, when he began to move, he knew she meant every word. Because he’d got her, too. He sped up, grinding against her because, if there was one thing he knew and understood, it was exactly what the woman beneath him needed to come.

He took her hand in his, their fingers interlaced like their lives, and raised it above her head.

“I’m close,” Kendalee mouthed, her eyes locked on his. The way she looked at him, the way he soaked her in, was a deeper communion than the way their bodies were joined together.

He nodded in understanding. His