The Life You Stole (Life Duet 2)

Without demanding an explanation, her fingers claimed my hair, her tongue warring with mine. I knew what my needs were and why they demanded attention right that very minute, but I didn’t know why she clawed at me with equal need. Had it simply been too long since I showed her that level of affection?

Whatever it was took on a life of its own. I untied her top, letting it fall to the floor. We broke our kiss just long enough for me to shrug off my tee. Then our mouths crashed together again. Her breasts pressed flush to my chest. I managed to untie one side of her bikini bottoms before she shoved down the front of my swim trunks and stroked my dick several times.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt such urgency, maybe never. But why was her touch just as desperate? She pressed her hands to the vanity counter and hopped up. We kissed again as I fisted my dick and guided it between her legs as she wrapped those sexy legs around my waist.

“Roe …” She moaned as I slid into her in one hard thrust.

“Fuck … Evie …” I murmured over her lips. “I need this so badly.” I palmed her ass, trying not to leave marks on it, but it was hard to harness any kind of control while I held her from sliding back as I moved inside of her like I needed it to breathe.

Harder.

Faster.

Deeper.

Evie cried out when she orgasmed, biting my shoulder, clawing my back. A few thrusts later, I stilled, feeling myself release for an eternity. I couldn’t ever remember having such an intense orgasm. My whole body shook, and I nearly collapsed to my knees.

I touched Lila and it made me want to fuck my wife into another dimension. Something was messed-up. And I knew it when I came down from my high, eased out of Evie, and the ringing in my ears returned.

“Thank you.” She grinned. “I needed that more than you can imagine.” Evie hopped off the vanity and shuffled to the toilet.

Wrong.

I didn’t have to imagine how much she needed that because I needed it more.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Has Lila started treatment?” I asked Graham as we enjoyed cold drinks in the clubhouse before teeing off. Evelyn and Lila stayed at the house to play by the pool with the kids.

He chewed a cube of ice, each crunch accentuating the tense muscles in his jaw as he stared out the window at the well-dressed elite in their golf carts cruising around the course. “She’s looking into options. I’m encouraging her to get more opinions.”

“How’s the alternative treatment working? I mean, she doesn’t seem too bad. Is she tired a lot?”

I was depressed most of the time, but I wasn’t exhausted. People with leukemia suffered severe exhaustion.

Graham bit his lips together, his eyes slightly narrowed at me. After several seconds of just … looking at me, he nodded slowly and hummed. “Yes, the alternative treatment seems to be helping, at least with the symptoms.”

“What kind of alternative treatment is she doing?”

He glanced at his watch. “We’re up.” He stood. “I’m feeling good today, buddy. Hope you brought your best game.”

Lila had cancer. I couldn’t give two fucks about a golf game.

After we made our way through eighteen holes, talking about random shit as if his wife wasn’t possibly dying, we made it back to the house in time for dinner.

“Mrs. Porter.” Graham kissed Lila’s head as we passed through the great room.

She looked up from her book and smiled at me. The rest of her body seemed to stiffen beneath Graham hovering over her.

“How was golfing?” She closed her book, letting it rest in her lap.

“Perfect. I should have joined the PGA instead of running for governor,” he mumbled, sauntering out of the room toward the bedroom. “I’m going to grab a quick shower. Feel free to join me.”

Lila’s cheeks turned pink as her smile faded into a grimace.

I averted my gaze to avoid making her feel any more uncomfortable. “Are Evie and the kids here or at the beach?”

“The bedroom.” Lila pushed the ottoman away and sat up straight, depositing the book on the table next to the Tiffany lamp. “The sun zapped the energy from the kids. They both fell asleep after she gave them a bath. I peeked in on them ten minutes ago. She’s asleep too.”

I jutted my chin toward the book. “What are you reading?”

She flipped it over to show me the cover.

“Paranormal?”

She nodded, wrinkling her nose. “Don’t judge me for loving vampires.”

I laughed. “No judgment. I went through a big vampire phase in my early twenties.”

“So before you devoured mystery novels, you were intrigued by blood and fangs?”

Pulling the ottoman out another foot or so, I sat on it facing her. “Before my near-death experience, I was obsessed with superheroes. Still am.” I smirked and that brought a fantastic grin to Lila’s face. “Then I became obsessed with all things paranormal. Now I don’t have to read about it because I swear I’m living it.”