Clarity - Nicole Dykes Page 0,56

up to his face, and I hate the anguish etched there. “She would tell me how much bigger I was than her husband and how she couldn’t believe it.”

I want to joke about it. I want to help him move past it, but I tread lightly. “I mean . . . she wasn’t wrong about you being big.”

He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t grimace either, so I’m calling it a win. But then his features darken. “She said it once when she was on top of me and he was watching.” I watch him slowly swallow, it appearing to be painful. And I know he’s lost in the memory. “I hoped he didn’t hear it, but he did. And afterward he gave me the worst beating of my life. Broke two ribs.”

That. Fucker.

Way to kill the mood, Blair.

“So, he had a tiny dick and was jealous of you. That’s not your fault.”

A small smile tugs at his lips, and then his hands wrap around the back of my neck, pulling my face to his before our lips crash together. It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening. That Rhys is actually kissing my lips without me having to ask him to do it.

And God, it feels good.

I try to keep my hands at my sides, afraid I’m going to spook him as his hands grasp my neck and hold me to him. His tongue tangles with mine as we nip and suck, lost in the moment together.

He pulls his mouth away only slightly to breathe against my lips, “Touch me, Blair.”

I suck in a deep breath of surprise from his words and bring my trembling hand between our bodies to graze over his taut abs, relishing in every single carved ridge. His lips attack mine again as we kiss, and I'm desperate for him. But I don’t push him.

He pulls me to his lap to straddle him as we kiss, and I don’t wait now, grabbing his hard cock and positioning it where I need him. When I sink onto him, we both groan deeply into our kiss, and neither of us relent.

I rock against him as his hands smooth over my back and mine explore his chest and stomach.

It doesn’t take us long to get to the finish line, the experience a brand new one and jacking up the excitement for us both.

I can feel him tense a couple of times as he kisses me, almost like he’s waiting for his mind to send him into a spiral, but when I come, he follows moments later, and we fall back onto the bed, me in his arms.

Will it last?

Who knows?

But I’ll always remember tonight.

Things have been going smoothly, far too smoothly. And I'm waiting for the massive fuckup that’s on the way.

I look over at Blair, asleep in the bed, fully naked from last night. I’ve been sleeping in the bed with her lately. Ever since the night I gave her the ring, I've been trying to. I’ve been working on keeping my breathing even and letting her touch me.

Why?

I don’t know.

Something about the way she looked at that ring set something off inside me. I could see the love she had for it. I was nervous as hell that she would laugh in my face, but the tears in her eyes and her admiring gaze twisted my insides in a good way, made me feel things I wasn’t sure I could ever feel.

I stare at the band on my hand. It’s simple. And it’s rose gold.

She’d ordered mine before I gave her ring to her. And they match.

I don’t know. That’s gotta mean something, right?

The hearing is today, and I feel the anxiety rush over me as I sit here, staring at my wedding band, looking over at Blair, my wife. We’ve done everything we possibly can for it to go our way, but who the hell knows if it’s actually enough?

I’ve never had the system work for me.

And if it does this time, then I'm going to be responsible for a minor. And it’s permanent.

I nearly dart for the bathroom, the wave of nausea hitting me, but my phone rings on the bedside table, and I see Sean’s name.

I grab it and answer gruffly, “Hello?”

“So, now you’re fucking married? And not only that, you’re married to Blair.”

It’s not a question, and Jesus Christ, Gillian has a big mouth. I groan and lean back. “Not for that long.”

“Long enough, man. What the fuck? You were in my