Page 56 of Blue Norther
The motion of my hips became erratic as I lost myself in the sensations of having her wrapped around me.
My fingers slid down to find her clit, swollen and needy. I rolled my thumb across it, my eyes roaming over her body. She moaned, and I watched as her own hands began teasing her nipples. The sight was going to be my undoing.
“I’m too close…nine years of waiting. For this. For you. I need you to let go,” I panted, my balls aching for release. I felt her walls start to flutter around my cock, and that was it. Our orgasms seemed to happen simultaneously, her perfect pussy clamping down on me as my balls drew up and I spilled myself inside of her.
“My God,” she whispered as I slid out of her, rolling to my back for a second. I needed to get up and take care of her. But that orgasm was so intense, I was worried about standing up too quickly.
“Not God, darlin’. Yourhusband,” I teased, reaching over to brush her hair off her face.
“Myex-husband.” She winked at me and smiled.
“Shouldn’t take me long to fix that.” I meant for it to come out teasing, but the second I heard her sniff, dread shot through me. Because I did want to be married to her again. Hell, I’d been fiddling with finding the right time to bring out her wedding band that I still had safe and sound in my dresser.
But maybe that wasn’t part of her plans.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, feeling sick to my stomach at the tears gathering in her eyes.
“Nothing. It’s not anything?—”
“Violet. Don’t bullshit me.”
“It’s just…” She breathed in so deeply her shoulders pressed into the pillows. “That was so intense, and wonderful, and I feel like I’ve been thinking about it every day for the last nine years, and especially in this pregnancy. The hormones are making me crazy frisky, so I thought maybe we both would scratch an itch and then you’d see that you didn’t really…”
“Want you? Violet. Get that nonsense out of your head right now. You’re all I want. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” My voice held steady even as the truth forced my own emotions to the surface. I rested my arm against her, my palm stretching over her belly. Just like before, when we were married, her fingers landed on my forearm, tracing the lines of my tattoos.
“It’s overwhelming for me. You know?” she whispered. “Being back close to you. Feeling that peace of being so connected with a part of my own soul that lives in another body. I just can’t...” Her breath caught on a shaky exhale, and her chin quivered as the tears poured out. “You’re this perfect man, who loves me so completely, and is so sure that everything is going to work out. And I’m this ball of anxiety, not trusting that the goodness of these last few days is here to stay.”
“Vi, I?—”
“No, Colt. It’s in the way you move around me. Always centering me. Always at my back to protect me. Or at my side to make me feel safe. I thought…maybe this would be different. Maybe it would just be sex for you. But of course it wasn’t. And I’m scared. Because I didn’t want it to just be sex. It meant something to me. Everything. You mean everything to me, and I’m terrified to keep fighting what I know is right in my heart.”
“You don’t have to fight anything, darlin’. Let yourself be happy. Give in. I’m here. This is safe, and good, and we’ll work together to never fall apart again. I’m not going anywhere. You’re right where you belong.” That was a fucking promise I had every intention of keeping.
Violet
It felt good to finally get out of the house again. Aside from Colt taking me to a doctor’s appointment earlier in the week, I’d been staying home, trapped in my own mind. As much as I tried to focus on how amazing our afternoon of unexpected delights was, I couldn’t get past the fear simmering underneath my skin.
He was here. Watching me. Waiting.
I couldn’t figure out how he knew to come to Silver Springs. There wasn’t a logical explanation for it. But every time I started to think about it, I could feel my anxiety wrapping its sticky tentacles around my heart.
I blew out a sharp breath as Hayes turned the corner onto Cherry Street.
“You okay?” he asked, his eyes darting over to me before they made their way back to the road.
“Yeah, of course. Just thinking about how nice it is to get out of the house. Sorry you’re stuck carting me around, though.”
“It’s no problem.” He flipped on the turn signal and we pulled into the parking lot.
“Wasn’t that Mr. Hennigan’s barber shop?” I asked.
“Yeah. He died maybe five years ago? I think it sat empty until last year when this bookshop opened.”
Part of me expected to come back and still see the town I grew up in completely unchanged. But that seemed like a silly notion, especially when I was coming back as a different person.
The bookshop was absolutely adorable. A smaller store, brick front and a super cute sign out front. Reminded me of my neighborhood bookstore back in New York. Hayes held open the door for me, and we walked inside.
“How long does something like this normally take?” Hayes asked, his eyes roaming over the rows of books in front of us.
