He closed his eyes, and for a moment, I thought he was going to withdraw from me. “Not tonight, love. Please.”
I agreed. Afterall, he’d just committed to helping me with Mason and I didn’t have to move in with him part time in Salvation. I wanted to call Sinclair and all of them to tell them that he had it in him to be kind and generous, but I also knew, he only revealed this part of himself to me.
Instead, I pushed him over again. “Do you remember the last time I sucked your dick?”
Immediately the doom and gloom in his eyes evaporated, replaced with wicked heat. “I think I passed out.”
I ran my hands down over his long lean chest, strong from swimming. I drew them lower and lower until I could grab his dick, growing again in my hand.
“You also yelled out a string of expletives when you came. Let’s try for that again, shall we?”
“Ah fuck,” he groaned as I licked his tip, tasting of him and me.
“That’s a start.” Then I went to work.
The night was bittersweet. It was just like five years ago, except the anger and pain between us was always lingering at the edges. When morning came, I rose and showered.
When I came out, he was up and in the kitchen. He hadn’t reverted to full on-guard Stark, but he wasn’t as vulnerable as he’d been last night.
“Coffee?” he asked.
“Yes please.” I checked my watch. “I need to leave soon though.”
He handed me the coffee then nodded toward the table. “Those are the papers. I’ve crossed out the bit about being married and living together six months and initialed. You can initial too. I’ve already arranged for the entire amount to be transferred to you, and put in an offer on the house.”
“Simon.” I was breathless. He was giving me everything I needed without conditions. It wasn’t like him and yet, I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“I’m doing this because a mother who’d do anything for her son deserves to be rewarded.”
I wanted to scream at him. “He’s your son too.” Instead, I hugged him. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be heading back to Salvation today. I realized that since we flew here, your car is there. I’ll arrange for its return. In the meantime, you can drive this.” He handed me the keys with an Audi logo. “It should be safe for a child.”
I looked at him. “Do you want to see him?” I had a picture in my wallet I could show him. Maybe if he saw Mason, he’d see the part of him that he’d contributed to our beautiful child.
Simon looked down. “No. I’m sorry, I know that sounds rude, but…”
“I understand.” And I did. While it hurt, I also knew he struggled with emotional intensity.
“I’m going to shower. If you need to leave before I get out, I understand.”
In his words, I heard him asking me to be gone. Not because he was angry but because this was hard. So when he left the room, I left his penthouse, left him for the last time.
I arrived at the hospital early in the morning.
“How was the wedding?” my mother whispered as Mason slept in the hospital bed.
“I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“Do you have to leave again?” she asked.
“No. He dissolved the agreement, but still kept his end. I don’t know, mom. He was like the Simon I’d loved five years ago.”
Her eyes shone with sympathy. “Did you try to tell him again about Mason?”
“I started to but he didn’t want to hear it.”
She shook her head. “That man is moron.”