For the first time since he found out about Alyssa, the anvil on my heart lightened. “Where does that leave us?” I held my breath as I waited for his response.
“I don’t know. I can only tell you what I don’t want.”
I wasn’t sure how much more of the emotional roller coaster my heart could take.
“I don’t want a fake marriage, Sinclair. I want a real wife and family. I want what we planned here ten years before but not some fantasy. Life is hard. There are fuckers out there who want to hurt us. But we’re older, we’re stronger, and if we’re in it together, we can make it.”
“Oh God, Wyatt. I want that too. I want it so bad.” I couldn’t stop myself from launching my body into his arms. Thank God he wrapped me up and pulled me close.
“I love you, Sinclair. That never stopped. Not even when you broke my heart.”
I was crying as I clung to him. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
He lifted his head and cradled my face in his hands. “I’ll make it up to you too. I have ten years to fix with you and Alyssa, and I plan to fix every one of them.”
I felt giddy with happiness. His lips pressed to mine and finally, after breaking my own heart with my deception, I felt my heart start to heal. I clung to him, pouring all my love into the kiss. I trailed kisses over his face and neck and chanted how much I loved him.
“Shall we seal the deal?” he asked, his wicked grin at full wattage.
“It’s required.” I said, already shoving his t-shirt over his head.
Our hands were a whirl of activity as we yanked and pulled clothes off. His dick sprang out and I wanted to drop to my knees and give him the blow job of a lifetime. But he pulled me to him, and we sank together to sit on the grass, me straddling his thighs, his dick pressed between my pussy lips and his belly.
“I meant it,” he said, his hands riding up to cup my breasts. “I’m going to make up for ten years. Eventually they’ll be a blur. You won’t remember me
being gone. You won’t remember the other men-”
“What other men?” I caressed his face and stared into his green eyes, searing the image of him onto my brain. I wanted to remember this moment forever.
“The other men you were with after I left.”
I shook my head. “There haven’t been other men.”
His eyes narrowed in confusion. “None?”
“Why do you think I’m still so inexperienced? That we have so many ‘next times’?”
“Oh Jesus, Sinclair.” He studied me and I wasn’t sure what was going on.
“When Alyssa got older, I went on a few dates, but none of them made me hot like you do, Wyatt.”
He dropped his forehead against mine. “I feel like a fucking cheater.”
My heart stuttered as I understood he’d been with other women. “Did you love any of them?”
He shook his head. “No.” He held my face in my hands. “My heart was always with you, Sinclair.”
“Can you promise your body will always be mine now too?”
He smiled. “Absolutely.”
“Good. Now kiss me.”
He gave me exactly what I wanted and needed. His kiss was thorough, filling my senses, making me intoxicated by the taste of him. By the love I felt for him.
He pulled back and gave me a sheepish smile. “That means I’m the only man who’s ever had this luscious, sexy, body.”
I laughed. “Yes.”