sounding accusatory. I can’t believe Linda would say something like that. Evie’s mom has been so welcoming and supportive of our family.
“Were you in the room when she said that?” Ezra looks away. “Hey, Ezra. It’s okay. You’re not in trouble, but I need to know.”
“I was supposed to be sleeping. I snuck out so I could watch the baseball game on TV. They didn’t know I was there.” I nod with relief that Evie’s mom wouldn’t talk like that in front of the boys.
“Well, I think some people probably think your Uncle Tate and Auntie Evie should wait a little longer before getting married. But they are old enough to make that kind of decision and I support your Uncle Tate. I think Evie is a perfect partner for him.”
Ezra grins. “Me too. Plus she’s really pretty.” I try not to roll my eyes. Boys. They must come out this way.
“Mama, can we go play on the slide now?” Eli asks and I use my thumb to wipe off the icing left behind on his face.
“Sure thing, but stay where I can see you. Stick together.”
“We know!” Ezra shouts. They’re already off running and halfway to the playset. I settle back against the tree. I nurse my coffee and the warm liquid soothes my pounding head as well as breathes energy into my tired mind.
The boys race around the playground. They immediately start up some game using imagination, pirate voices, and lots of running. They’re ecstatic to have the entire area to themselves.
Ezra’s question pulls at a memory I’d rather forget. I wish I could go back and take the advice I just gave him.
“I. Love. You.” Josh punctuates each deep, hard thrust with the words that make me lose every last vulnerability. I feel my orgasm building, threatening to explode with each movement of his hips.
His hands cup the sides of my face and my eyes melt in his gaze. Sweat forms at his temples and I know he’s close, too. A strangled sound forces out my lips as he grips my hair at the base of my neck and pulls hard. Tears form in my eyes from the pain, and his demanding, punishing pace continues.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so good.” He drops his other hand from my face and snakes it between our sweaty bodies to find my center. Knowing exactly where I need it, his fingers rub quick circles until I can’t help but scream out his name. My release crashes over me and Josh pulls out, finishing over my belly. “Damn, that’s hot.” He breathes before rolling to his back.
The only sounds are that of our hurried breaths slowing to an even pace. I turn my cheek so it rests on the cool fabric. Josh stares at the ceiling and I relish in the opportunity to just watch him. Strong jaw, kissable lips, hard eyes that can be dangerous sometimes and sweet others. I love this man.
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispers. Had I not been watching his lips I wouldn’t have heard the words.
“What? Don’t say that. Of course you do.”
“You’re too good for me. If you knew what was best you would break things off and leave my sorry ass.” He’s just feeling bad because he lost his job at the shop.
“Hey. Don’t say that.” I grab a dirty towel from off the floor and wipe my stomach clean before climbing back on the bed to straddle his legs. He tries to push me away but I grab his face between my hands. “I love you. I choose you. I don’t care about what anyone else says or thinks.”
My parents don’t like him. They don’t approve of us, and think we’re moving too fast by living together after just a few weeks. I didn’t really plan it, but it made sense, especially with him looking for work right now. Besides, they can’t tell me what to do. I make my own choices. I’m graduated, have a nursing job, and pay my own bills.
His gaze is hard and unwavering. “You mean that, Carly?”
“You know I do,” I whisper, peppering kisses over his lips. He catches my own in a torching kiss, pulling my naked chest flush with his.
“How did I get so damn
Lisa Mondello, L. A. Mondello