Page 58 of Always Enough

The dishes were neatly stacked by the sink, and the lights were dimmed. Gabbi was asleep in her room, the baby monitor a quiet reassurance on the coffee table.

Cole pressed a kiss to my head.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“More than okay.”

He brushed his thumb along my jaw, slow and unhurried, and I leaned into the touch without thinking, the way my body always seemed to know when it was safe.

We didn’t rush it.

We kissed like people who had time, then deeper, familiar, and new all at once. His hand curled into my hair, and I rested my forehead against his when we finally pulled back, both of us breathing a little harder. It was all warmth and closeness and the certainty we were exactly where we were meant to be.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

We shed clothes as we went, but ever the responsible dad, I picked everything up and put it in my room, checking the monitor was switched on, and only then was I ready to be tugged onto the bed.

“I love you,” he murmured, his breath warm, his lips moving to the hollow of my throat. His teeth grazed there, just enough pressure to make my pulse jump, and his hard cock twitched. Hewasn’t in a hurry, and his hips rolled once, twice, the thick length of him dragging against me, as his fingers found mine, lacing them together. I loved the weight of his body, the strength in his arms, the way his muscles shifted as he moved. His other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me, his grip enough to make my hips jerk.

“Easy,” he breathed, his lips brushing my ear. “Just feel it. Just let me.” And I did. I let him.

“I love you,” I told him when he broke kissing me to reach for lube.

“And I love you,” he said and crouched between my spread legs, smiling at me as he worked me open with maddening patience, his thumb still circling the head of my cock in lazy strokes. “You’re so perfect,” he groaned, his voice rough, his forehead resting against mine. “Fuck, Morgan.” I exhaled, and he rewarded me with a deeper touch, his fingers crooking just right, making my toes curl.

Then—finally—he was there. The broad head of his cock pressed against me, and I held my breath as he pushed in, just the tip, just enough to make me burn. “Cole—” His name came out like a plea, and he gentled me with a kiss.

He sank into me inch by inch, giving me time to adjust, his jaw clenched, and I could feel the tremor in his arms, the way his breath hitched when I clenched around him, my body struggling to take all of him. He was big, but the way he moved… God, the way hemoved. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting me feel every ridge, every pulse of him inside me. His hips rolled in a steady rhythm, his cock touching that spot deep inside that made my vision blur.

“Cole, please—” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. More. Less.Everything.

He groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his breath coming faster. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered,his voice rough, his control fraying. His hands slid under me, gripping my ass, tilting my hips just right, and then he wasthere, hitting that spot over and over, his thrusts deeper, harder, but stillcontrolled. Stillhis. “Mine,” he breathed, kissing my neck, his teeth scraping my pulse point. “All mine.”

I came with my fist in my mouth, muffling my cry, my cock spurting between us. Cole followed with a groan, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, his come hot and thick inside me. He collapsed over me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his heart hammering. His breath was ragged, his skin slick with sweat, and when he lifted his head, his eyes were dark, his gazepossessive.

“I love you,” he said again, quieter this time, like it was just for me. His fingers tangled in my hair, his thumb brushing my bottom lip.

Afterward, we stayed entangled, my head on his chest, his arm around my shoulders. He traced idle patterns along my back, grounding me in the here and now.

“This is perfect,” I said because it felt important to say it out loud.

“Yeah,” he agreed. I listened to his heartbeat slow beneath my ear as he fell asleep.

We were home.

Gabbi and I were safe.

And for the first time, I knew it wasn’t just because someone was holding us up.

I could give my daughter a good life. Start my course next semester. Build a career.

I didn’thaveto be perfect to find my happiness.

I was enough.

THE END