Page 49 of Solitary Man

But nothing could protect me from the pain of losing her. I would never survive that.

Never.

She wasn’t going anywhere, though. She was right here with me, and this was where she was staying.

“Oh God.” Riley moaned.

“You need me to fuck you harder, wife?”

“Yes. Yes, I need it.”

Her cheeks were pink, and her skin glistened. She was right on the edge—I could see it, feel it. I’d made us both wait long enough. I kissed her hard, deep, then lifted my head and watched her as I slammed in deep.

Riley’s mouth dropped open, lips dark and swollen from my kisses, her eyes so heavy with lust I couldn’t look away.

“Is this what my wife needs?” I asked as I thrust inside her.

“Yes. Always. I always need you…like this. Any way you give it to me,” she cried. “I just need you. All of you.”

“You have me,” I growled as I thrust back in, deeper than before.

Riley screamed, and then she was coming, her pussy gripping and releasing me repeatedly. I couldn’t hold back another minute, not while watching my woman in the throes of pleasure after not being close to her like this for so long, and not with the way she felt squeezing down on me.

I slid deep and roared, going over with her. We moved against each other until the last shudder, the last pulse of pleasure had worked its way through us.

When I was sure my legs were steady, I tugged up my jeans, shifted Riley in my arms, and, holding her tight to me, carried her inside, straight to our bedroom.

I laid her on the bed and finished undressing her, then I did the same. When I was lying beside her, I pulled her into my arms and held her tight. She held me back, just the same.

“Promise me you won’t ever shut me out like that again,” she whispered against my shoulder.

I pressed my lips to her hair. “I promise, darlin’.” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ve been alone…I’ve been so lonely for so long, and I’m…I’m used to being in my own head. I’m not good at expressing myself. But I want to. I’ll try harder from now on.”

She lifted up, resting on my chest, and stared into my eyes, a small smile on her face. “I know.” She kissed me softly. “But you’re not alone anymore, Cash. I’ll make sure you’re never lonely again. We’ll do that for each other.”

I didn’t have words for how hers made me feel, but this time it was okay. I knew it because Riley didn’t give me a chance to answer. She kissed me again, and she didn’t stop for a long time.

Epilogue

Cash

Laughter rang out from the front porch.

I glanced over at the house and grinned. Riley was still giggling at something Freya had said as she headed inside. Birdie passed Freya the iced tea and laughed again. They always had a good time when they were together.

The house was full of family, of children, and Riley was in her element. Birdie had come armed with bags of baby clothes, and Freya had knitted a blanket.

Hank chuckled, and I glanced over. He was manning the barbecue while Landon chatted to him.

“You think you’re ready?” Tucker asked, motioning to the herd of kids running by, shrieking and laughing, and handed me a beer.

“Yeah.”

“He’s ready,” Hank said as he loaded the plate with meat and handed it to Beau.

“Who needs sleep anyway,” Beau said, chuckling. “I haven’t slept in years, and I’m doing awesome. The bags under my eyes have just made me more ruggedly handsome.”

Tuck laughed, and Hank shook his head.