movement and bringing me higher and higher. The climax feeling so close but so far away just the same.
I can only make small whimpers as he speeds up, knowing he’s going to send me crashing to my release. All the while he rides through my orgasm, fueled by my cries of pleasure. I cling to him for dear life as my body seems paralyzed and he continues to take from me. Pounding into me, harder and harder. Pistoning his hips until the headboard smacks against the wall in rhythm with his relentless thrusts.
Chapter Eighteen
EVAN
The regrets, the guilt, the shame,
So many sins to try and tame.
Each one darker, each one worse,
Living life as if it’s cursed.
Until the day fate gave me her,
That was the day my past did blur.
And with her, I’d leave it all,
Just for her, my world will fall.
It’s been a long damn time since I’ve made breakfast for Kat. It’s probably been a year or more since we’ve even woken up together, that’s how fucked our schedules have been.
I can hear her bare feet pad down the stairs as I set the last plate on the table. It’s fresh pineapple and strawberries I cut up. Bacon’s still the prominent scent though. Bacon and eggs for breakfast. A plate of hotcakes and fruit in the center and of course, her coffee.
I grab her mug from her spot on the table. It’s still burning hot but I make sure to put it handle out as I turn around to face her. Maybe I’m pussy whipped. Maybe I’m sucking up. Either way, I don’t give a fuck.
The sight of her messy halo of hair and wide eyes with a bit of mascara still left over from yesterday makes my heart pump hard in my chest. She’s got on nothing but a baggy Henley of mine and it makes her seem even more petite than she already is. My Kat’s never been an early riser. Only when she has to, or apparently when the smell of breakfast is in the air.
She’s gorgeous even when she’s a mess.
“You have good timing,” I tell her as she hesitantly grabs the coffee. I can see her shoulders sag just a bit and her eyes close as she takes in the smell though. And it gives me a sense of pride. Even if it’s just for the moment.
“Good morning,” she says with a soft smile, but it’s barely hiding her true feelings. I force a smile back and pull out her chair.
“I don’t know the last time I had an actual breakfast,” she says as she takes the seat and then looks up at me. “Thank you,” she says. It’s genuine, but with her shoulders hunched and that sad look in her eyes, I can’t even give her a response.
I wish I could hold on to last night forever. But the sun had to rise, and I need to come clean to her. She deserves that much.
The chair legs scratch on the wooden floor as I pull out my seat. I grimace slightly and then clear my throat as I sit down, noticing how Kat doesn’t seem to care. She’s too tired, or maybe it’s something else.
With both hands on her mug, she leans back in her seat and gives me a small smile but doesn’t reach for any food. She doesn’t say anything either. She’s just waiting. And I wish I had something better to offer her than what’s going to come out of my mouth.
“I want a fresh start … and the marriage we were supposed to have,” I say out loud as I push the fork through the pancake on my plate, but I don’t eat it. I feel sick to my stomach.
A heavy breath leaves me and I rub my forehead to get out some of the tension. I can’t tell her everything, but I can give her something that has killed me for years; a truth I wish didn’t exist.
My skin’s hot and my throat’s dry. It’s been years, and I never intended on telling Kat. I didn’t want her to know and it was before things changed for me. Before my mother told me she was dying. Before Kat came to me and showed me she was the person I needed in my life forever. It happened before I realized she was mine and I was never going to let her go.
“You okay?” Kat asks and there’s genuine pain in her voice. Sadness and concern I wish weren’t there. She’s