Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Rhett,” my name whispers breathlessly past his lips, his dick spasming as he shoots again, and then I’m right behind him. My body lights up from the inside out, color exploding behind my eyelids as pleasure wraps around me. My orgasm hits me hard, balls drawing up as I come inside the condom, in spurt after spurt, right alongside Tripp.
It takes us a moment to come down. My breathing is heavy and choppy, but then I look at a sated, blissed-out Tripp…and smile.
He does the same, reaching up to cup my face. “What are you smiling at?”
“You.”
“Us.”
“Yes. Us.”
I have an us, and I never want to lose it.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tripp
After Rhett gets rid of the condom, I wrap my arm around him, needing him close. I have no idea how late it is, and while I’m tired, especially after that orgasm, I don’t want to sleep. Sleeping means I’ll miss time with him. I’ve never felt this way about someone.
This night is going to change things. I’m not sure what that means for us or Meadow or anything else.
“You okay?” I kiss his shoulder. I wonder if he’s having doubts about anything we’ve done. It’s not every day a person sleeps with a man for the first time.
“Honestly?” he asks, and my heart drops.
“That would be preferable, yes.”
“I’m better than I’ve ever been.”
My heart finds its place in my chest again, banging so hard it nearly steals my breath. “All from my ass?” I ask, trying to keep the mood light.
“No. From you.”
Yeah, it’s official. I’m fucked. So totally fucked and into this man. “Jesus, baby.” I grab his face and pull his mouth to mine. We lie there, lazily kissing and touching, for five minutes? An hour? Eternity? I don’t even know, but then I pull back because I need to look at him.
“I don’t want to go to sleep,” Rhett says.
“I don’t either.” I climb out of bed. “Come on.” I hold my hand out for Rhett, and he takes it. I lead him into the bathroom, where I have a huge, deep tub. “We’re two big guys, but I think we’ll fit. We just might have to get close.” I wink, though it’s cheesy as hell.
I turn on the tub, then get a washcloth and wipe the dried cum off myself.
“I think that might have been the biggest load I’ve ever shot,” I tell him, and Rhett chuckles.
Once the tub is full, I climb in and spread my legs to make room for him. “You coming or what?”
“I just wasn’t sure where I’m supposed to go.”
“Right here.” I lightly splash the water between my thighs.
Rhett cocks a brow as if unconvinced but gets in.
“Relax. Have you never taken a bath before?” Chuckling, I pull him down so his back is against my chest.
“Not with another broad, six-foot man, no. Can’t say I have.”
“Me neither. We’ve been missing out.”
He relaxes further into the water, into me, and I’d like to think it’s because of what I said.
“This is nice.” I drop my head back and close my eyes.
“Yeah, it is.” He dances his fingers up and down my legs. “I see a therapist,” Rhett blurts.
“Okay…” I’m not sure what he expects to hear. Does he think there’s something wrong with therapy? “Meadow does too, as you know. And when she first told me that I was wrong about her and that she’s a girl, I went to therapy for a while. I wanted to work through what I thought that meant, my feelings, and how to be the best dad for her through it. Therapy can be a really good tool.”
“It’s where I came from when we had dinner at the diner in Lillington. That was my first time. I wasn’t sure how to feel, but then you and Meadow came over. She had on the jeans with the butterfly patches. That grabbed my attention because Ella, she loved butterflies.”
So that’s what he meant when he said his favorite months were ones when he saw a lot of monarchs.
“Meadow mentioned going to therapy, and all I could think was, this young girl is braver than me. She knows more about being herself than I ever will, and that made me want to keep going.”
I don’t think there’s ever been a time in my life where I felt as close to another person as I do with Rhett in this moment. Not because I relate to what he’s saying, but because of who he is, because he’s trusting me, sharing with me. And because he clearly feels the connection to my child that she feels with him too. He sees her, how special she is, and I can’t explain what that does to me. It doesn’t feel like it could be real.
“You’re brave, Rhett.” I kiss his temple, feel like my words aren’t big enough for who and what he is.