Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
“You should be resting,” he says, but I pull him in for a kiss. His concern only makes me want him more.
It’s crazy to think that the last time we were having sex, we were also fisting Heath’s gorgeous ass in the process. This is nothing like that. There is no stretch play here right now. No kinks, or toys, or dirty games. It’s just us.
A couple making love.
That’s how it feels tonight as Josh slides his beautiful cock inside me. The true embodiment of soulmates through thick and thin. I know he’s going to be here with me, loving me through any circumstance, and I’ll be doing the same right back.
His thrusts are slow and deep. The way he kisses me fills me with heartfelt joy, and I let the tears run free. Tears of love, and release, and gratitude. He brushes them away with a smile as he fucks me, no explanation necessary.
I don’t know how long we’re making love for. All I know is that neither of us want it to end. We let the thrusts ebb and flow, prolonging the climax – focussing on kisses and caresses, tickles and tingles – and by the time our passion does overflow into the bliss of release, it’s like a wave hits both of us. Pure, utter love.
Devotion.
Acceptance.
I’d follow him through hell, fire and brimstone, just to be at his side. My beautiful saviour.
My Superman.
“Thanks,” I say, dropping a kiss on his jaw and snuggling into his chest.
“For what?” he asks and I ponder my answer.
“For loving me and caring for me. And for giving me crazy confidence every step of the way in my new life.”
“Nah,” he says, “you were loaded with confidence when I first met you at the Christmas party.”
I shrug, then run my fingers down his abs. “Bravado is different from real confidence. Dad always said that people should have the courage of their convictions, and I get it now, Josh. I can stand proud because I believe in myself and what I do. You gave me that. You give me that.”
“Well that’s good,” he says, stroking my hair, “I guess you’re gonna need the courage of your convictions tomorrow. What’s the plan?”
I don’t tell him that six million scenarios have played out in my head today.
“I dunno,” I say, “honestly. I don’t know.”
“That’s ok, baby. Just relax now. It’s going to be ok.”
I drift off to sleep as he strokes my hair, with the image of Madon House Hotel in my mind, praying that my parents will believe in the courage of my convictions, too.
Chapter Forty
I’m up at six-thirty, leaving Josh asleep in bed, and I stare out of the window all over again at Madon House, wondering if Mum and Dad have managed to get some sleep. I hope so. They must be jetlagged and stressed to hell.
Josh wakes up just before eight and comes charging out of the bedroom as though it’s an emergency.
“You ok? I didn’t feel you move.”
I nod, smiling at my saviour from across the room.
“Yeah, I’m ok, and I’m glad you didn’t feel me move. You were sparked right out.”
He rubs his eyes. “I’d better get the coffee going.”
I walk over and give him a kiss. “Let me do it, Superman. Chill in the bathroom and take a poop in peace. I got this.”
He laughs, brushing my hair behind my ear. “Ok, you can be coffee Superwoman. I’ll get the toast on, though. Just give me five.”
I watch him leave for the bathroom. The term Superman is warranted. A cape would suit him.
I’ve got our coffees made when he reappears, and I smirk as I present his toast.
“It’s more burnt than yours would be. Apologies. I’m not Superchef, but I slathered enough butter on to make up for it.”
“It’s delicious,” he says as he takes a bite, and I join him at the breakfast bar to eat mine. He puts his hand on my back. “Seriously, Ells. How are you feeling?”
“Numb but hopeful. Could be a whole lot worse.”
“Yes, it could. Hopefully it will be a whole lot better by the end of the day.”
I dare to imagine my ideal outcome. Courage of my convictions. In the perfect version of the universe, I’ll be making burnt slathered toast for my parents here tomorrow morning. I’d love to see them at the breakfast bar. Small steps though, right? Them not being on a plane will be enough. Christ, them even speaking to me will be enough.
It’s gone eleven when Mum messages with a ready when you are, sweetheart. x
“Shall I come?” Josh asks, but I shake my head.
“It’s an easy walk. Chill and eat the rest of the jam tarts. You’re only a ten-minute walk away if I need you.”
“Or a five-minute run.” He hugs me before I go. “You’ve got this, baby. Believe in yourself.”