“Would you like to come in for a drink?” Cindy asked.
“I probably shouldn’t leave Daniel at my house by himself.”
And just as I said something, I heard a car strike up. I watched Daniel wave at me as he pulled out of my driveway, giving me a thumbs-up as he passed by.
Where the fuck was he going?
Cindy’s giggle pulled me from my trance, and I looked down at her. Lily was fast asleep in her arms, and I nodded my head in agreement. I followed her inside and helped her get Lily to bed. Once she was settled, the two of us ventured back to the kitchen.
She poured us both a glass of whiskey before she leaned against the kitchen counter.
“What’s going on with you?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Don’t play that game with me. I don’t have time for it.”
I watched her sip her drink as I threw mine back with one gulp.
“I think you’re better off with someone else,” I said.
Cindy’s eyes locked on my face as I sighed.
“I think you’re better off with someone who doesn’t have the past I do, who can support you and Lily and provide for you guys in a way I can’t.”
“And who decided this?” she asked. “Because it wasn’t me.”
“Sometimes the best decisions in life are made for us,” I said.
“Bullshit.”
My eyes whipped up to hers as she slid her glass along the kitchen counter.
“I know you want me as badly as I want you. And for the past two days, I haven’t been able to figure out why you’ve been avoiding me,” Cindy said.
I watched her approach me as I set my glass down on the counter.
“I know you can’t deny the chemistry we both feel. We experience it every time we’re around one another. And I like being around you, Graham. You understand me in a way no one else does. Then you’re going to make a decision not to see me anymore without even talking to me about it?”
I could see the fire in her eyes, the anger and the hurt I had caused her. It filled me with guilt.
“Well, I don’t accept your proposal,” she said.
“I didn’t propose anything,” I said.
“You were going to. You were going to tell me to go off and find someone else. Someone better. But I don’t want better. I don’t want someone else. I want you, Graham, and that should count for something.”
She fisted my shirt and pulled my body to hers. She stood on her tiptoes and crashed our lips together. Her hands ripped at my shirt, busting buttons as she slid it off my shoulders.
My cock instantly rose at the action and at her desperation and the way she clawed to get closer to me.
I gripped her hips and walked her out of the kitchen. I turned us around, collapsing back onto the couch. I pulled her on top of me, her legs straddling my pelvis as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders.
Then she yanked hers over her head, exposing her beautiful body to me.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” she said.
I leaned up and kissed the valley of her breasts as my hands worked the clasp of her bra free.
“Tell me you don’t want me, and you can leave.”
But I couldn’t. As I kissed her tits and pressed my face into her bosom, I knew I couldn't tell her that. I would never be able to look her in her eyes and tell her I didn’t want her because I didn’t simply want her.
I needed her.
CHAPTER 25
CINDY
He wasn't going to push me away that easily, not after opening myself up to him the way I had. He understood me and my pain without trying to change it. He didn’t try to push me into something I wasn’t ready for, and he didn’t look at my daughter as if she were baggage. He fit into my world like a sock fit a foot, and he wasn’t going to run from me simply because of his past or because he was scared.
I ran my hands through his hair as he buried his face into my tits. He felt like fire, and I felt like ice. He was melting away the walls I’d thrown up after Bradley died with nothing but the strokes of his tongue. I felt beautiful underneath the palms of his hands. I felt wanted underneath the thrusts of his hips. I wanted him.
Needed him.
Craved him in a way I hadn’t any man since my husband.
I felt his cock tenting in his pants. His callused hands ran up and down my back as my hips rolled into his. I pushed his head up, pressing him deep into the cushions of the couch. I was in control this time. I was going to take what I wanted before he gained the upper hand again.
I stood up and shimmied out of my pants. I watched him work his belt and his button free, then I grabbed the legs of his jeans and pulled. His entire body jostled, and his eyes widened. I could see his cock throbbing for me, growing at the sight of my naked body.
Our eyes connected, and I saw a heat rise in his gaze, a desperate lust that overtook his body as his muscles flexed for me. We were naked in front of one another, our bodies bared and everything exposed in the middle of my living room.
Then I stalked toward him and straddled his cock with my dripping pussy.
He groaned as I sank onto him, my pussy swallowing his girth. My legs shook, and my hands curled into the strong muscles of his shoulders. His hands guided my hips, massaging the excess that had appeared after I was pregnant with Lily. I moaned at his touch before our lips connected, and a spark ignited in my toes.
I needed to feel him as close to me as I could get him.
I rode his cock, rocking and swaying and swiveling my hips. He grabbed tightly onto my ass and rocked me closer, my chest falling in front of his face. He kissed my tits and lapped at my nipples. I raked my nails down his back as my knees tried to gain traction. He was thrusting into me, rendering my body helpless even though I was on top of him, even though I was the one who had all the power.
My juices drenched his groin as he filled me with his dick. My toes began to curl when my pussy fluttered around him. I was rocketing off into the atmosphere as he pounded harder and harder, gripping my ass so tightly it began to burn with the marks his nails were leaving.
And I loved it.
I loved every second of it.
My climax crashed over me, and my eyes widened in shock. I didn’t feel it coming, nor did I suspect it would happen so quickly. I slid down his cock one last time before he held me to his body, our hips connected with my pussy clamping around him.
He kept lathering my bosom in kisses, leaving wet trails behind until our lips met once again.
Graham held tightly onto me as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock grow against my walls. I whimpered into his neck and nipped at his pulse point, pulling grunts from his throat. He walked us down the hallway until his knees were against my bed. Then, we collapsed in a fit of desire before he pulled out of me.
“No. Come back. Please,” I said.
I reached for him, but he wasn’t there. My juices were pouring from me as the sound of my door closing rang out into the room. I thought he had left, dropped me in my nakedness and my vulnerability and left me to fend for myself.
Until I felt his hands on my ankles.
He twisted me over in one motion before lifting my hips into the air. He tugged me to the edge of the mattress and knocked my legs further apart with his knees. His cock was bouncing against my ass, jiggling my cheeks and grabbing handfuls of the ample flesh. I looked back and caught his primal, predatory stare on my body.
I swayed my hips side to side and watched his eyes widen with desire. I felt his cock press between my folds, my arousal slicking his skin. I shivered with delight as the tip of his dick slid into my entrance, his body sinking painfully slowly into mine.
My face fell into the sheets as his hips bottomed out against mine.
I felt him pull back. Then all at once, he slammed into me. I moaned into the sheets as his hand crept down my back. He worked my hair out of its bun, fisted my tendrils within his palm, and then pulled my face off the bed.