The last time I could ever love him like this.
“Oh, Tyler. Don’t stop. Right there. Whatever you’re doing—it’s—”
“Heaven?”
I lifted my head from his shoulder and gazed into his eyes. My hips rolled into him as he held me in his lap, taking control of the moment. I threaded my arms around him and dug my nails into his back. I panted and gasped. Moaned and groaned. My skin came alive with goosebumps. His eyes never left mine, and mine never left his. And as his movements became stuttered, I found my legs trembling with the edge I teetered on.
“Will you come with me?” he asked.
I nodded my head furiously before I crashed our lips together.
He slid his cock into me one last time, and I felt him release. My body shook against him as I stilled, his dick shooting threads of cum into my body. The two of us fell to my bed, shaking and trembling in the arms of the other. I swallowed his growls and he swallowed my whimpers as our juices spilled from between my legs.
And not once did our eyes disconnect.
Panting for breath, my vision tunneled. Every single part of me released into his arms. I wrapped my leg around his hip and drew him closer, deeper into my pulsing pussy. His body jerked. His jaw quivered. Electricity soared all through my body. Sweat dripped down my brow as he slid his hand along my waist, then wrapped it around my body to pull me closer.
I didn’t have the energy to speak, to create words, to even make sound. All I had the energy to do was lay there and look at him, gaze into his eyes and commit every sound and scent and movement to memory.
And when my eyes fluttered closed to sleep, I didn’t feel him pull away like I expected. Instead, I felt him nestle closer, his cock still buried in my body.
I slept with Tyler in my arms that night, a dream I never thought would become reality again.
Tyler
I called Ana again, trying to see if I could get in touch with her. I had cleared my schedule for Thursday and Friday because of my mother’s surgery, and I was hoping to talk with Ana about it. I had one meeting with a client very early that morning, and then it would be time for me to head to the hospital to be there for my mother and help her recuperate from her surgery.
And I was hoping to talk with Ana about it.
We hadn’t talked since our encounter Monday night. We decided it would be better if I left before Brody got up, so as not to confuse him too much. And while that hurt, I had understood. Ana didn’t want to set a precedence of me being there in the morning. It felt “too familial,” she said.
But I wanted things to feel that way.
I felt myself forgiving her. My anger was dissipating. My love for her was triumphing over everything. However, as I called her for the fourth time on Thursday morning, she was nowhere to be found.
And it hurt.
It was my mother’s surgery day, and she knew that. I wanted someone to talk to, and Ana knew that. She had been the one I had wanted to tell once a donor was found. She had been the one I had wanted to confide in. And the day of my mother’s surgery, she wasn’t answering her phone. Not her work phone. Not her personal phone. Hell, I had gone by her house before driving to the hospital and she wasn’t there, either!
It hurt.
It sort of felt like I had been betrayed.
After our family dinner—after losing myself in her and waking up with her in my arms—I knew I had to forgive her. I knew we could be a family again. But families didn’t go through things like this alone. A woman who cared for me wouldn’t make me endure something like this alone. I was going to forgive her for hiding my son from me for eight years, and she was nowhere to be found on the one day I needed her the most.
Maybe Brandon was right. Maybe she really wasn’t the girl I had fallen in love with.
As I drove to the hospital, I tried her one last time, just to see if maybe she had been busy before. Maybe something had happened with the store. Or fuck, maybe something had happened with Brody. My mind spun with a million different things, but when her voice mail picked up and filled my car, anger bloomed in my gut.
How could she be so heartless?
Did she really not care? I knew she and my mother had a rocky relationship, but for fuck’s sake, she was dying. My mother was about to have a liver transplant and she couldn’t put her petty issues off to the side to be here for me when I needed her the most? She didn’t have to see my mother if she didn’t want to. It wasn’t like I was forcing them to have a relationship.