by Ella Fields
Renee cleaned up as I took Lucy to brush her teeth and tuck her into bed.
In her room, the cross-stitches Renee had done over the years adorned the cherry pink walls in gilded frames. Her bed was littered with beady eyed toys, covered in a patchwork princess quilt, and surrounded by unnecessary hot pink mosquito netting.
“How can you sleep with all these guys staring at you?” I pulled her sheets up to her chin, and she rolled over, resting her cheek on her hand.
“’Cause they’re my friends.”
“Is that so?”
She tried to roll her eyes. “Yup.” Then she gasped and turned, realizing she hadn’t gone through the good night routine with them yet.
Smiling, I watched as she did her thing.
“Good night Fergus, Lilly, Monty, Tiger, Paulette, Stephanie, three-horned Bill …”
She took a break to yawn, and I waited until she laid back down before saying, “You looked like you had fun tonight.”
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I mean, it’s kind of hard but so much fun.”
“Right.” I laughed.
“You should try it sometime,” she said followed by another yawn. “I’m sure Mommy would love to see you dance.”
I nodded, making no promises on that one, then brushed her beautiful hair from her face and kissed her good night. “You tell me if this Timothy kid bothers you again, okay?”
Almost asleep, she mumbled, “Sure, Daddy.”
Renee was rubbing a towel through the wet ends of her hair when I walked into our bedroom.
“Ready to show me how you dance, baby?”
Unbuttoning my shirt, I huffed. “You heard that.”
“Yep,” she said, arms slithering around me from behind and pulling open my shirt. Her hands glided over my skin, and I almost shivered as she whispered, “You know I fucking love it when you dance.”
Shucking my shirt off, I turned, and she got started on my pants. “Do you now?”
With her lip between her teeth, she nodded, lashes fluttering.
“Get on the bed.”
I finished undressing, watching as she unwrapped her robe to reveal every exquisite inch of her. Her wet hair left droplets on our white sheets, and I groaned, closing the door as she ran a hand down her stomach and between her legs.
“Which husband am I getting tonight?”
I stalked toward the bed. “The one who wants your hand away from your cunt.”
Her excitement rang clear in her eyes as I leaned on the bed and roughly spread her knees.
We might’ve been able to move past the fuckups we’d made in our younger years, but that didn’t mean we both didn’t enjoy certain parts of that time. A fact I’d discovered two months before our second wedding when Renee had all but screamed with frustration over my too gentle lovemaking.
Sometimes she wanted gentle. Sometimes she wanted wicked and mean. But she knew, no matter what roles we played, I loved her through every second of them.
She was gleaming, drenched, my finger dragging down her center before tunneling inside.
Her hips bucked, a breathy yelp rising into the room.
“Shhh.” Removing my finger, I ducked my head and licked a long line through her folds, then dipped my tongue inside. She writhed like a mewling cat as I lapped up everything she gave me. When her legs shook, her quiet moans turning to hoarse breaths, I sat up. “Turn over and hold the headboard.”
Her tits bounced as she rolled and crawled up the bed. She’d barely touched the wood before I grabbed her flesh with rough fingers, then slapped it.
“Fuck,” she cried yet wriggled that pert ass toward my aching cock for more.
Watching my handprint bloom on her skin had me aligning myself, unable to wait any longer. Grabbing her hips, I sank inside and seated myself with one thrust.
Renee panted, her hands gripping the headboard so hard, her knuckles were white.
Watching her, feeling her heat wrapped around me, I decided I wanted to meet in the middle and gathered her to me.
Renee’s brows wrinkled with confusion as I sat on my haunches and pulled her back to my chest, turning her chin to catch her mouth. “What …?”
“I need your mouth,” I said, taking it as my hands reached for her tits. I squeezed, and she rocked over me.
“Touch yourself,” I whispered into her mouth. “Touch yourself while I’m fucking you.”
One hand snaked down, her eyes reaching mine and staying there as she began to pant heavy breaths onto my parted lips.
Beautiful. Graceful. Feline. Powerful.
Even the bad days we shared had me appreciating everything about her. Her determination to shine even when I’d pissed her off. Her ability to forgive me within hours after I’d said something stupid.
“Did you know that I consider myself the luckiest asshole alive because even when you have every right to hate me, you still love me?”
Renee grinned, breathless as I continued to push in and out of her. “I’ve already told you, there’s no getting rid of me.”
“I love you.”
Her eyes widened as she climaxed, and I took every exhale, every moan, every tight twinge of her cunt, before filling her with my cum.
My enemy, my ally, my best friend. She was love in its rawest form. Everything I needed wrapped in one multilayered bow.
One that I refused to let unravel ever again.
THE END.
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I thought he’d always be mine,
even when I was forced to say goodbye.
We were never meant to let go,
but it happened anyway.
Too bad I didn’t know someone was waiting to take my place, or I would’ve held on a lot tighter.
Two years later, we were exactly where we’d always planned to be.
I’d kept my promise.
He’d forgotten all about his.
Not only had he moved on, but the person he’d moved on with was my best friend, leaving me to begin college with a broken heart.
I guess this is the part where I’m supposed to tell you some other guy stepped in, repaired my shattered pieces, and made me smile again.
This isn’t that kind of story.
My heart might have been broken,
but it refused to fall out of love.
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Toby Hawthorne was an enigma.
One I didn’t factor into my college plans.
I wasn’t looking for love.
I wasn’t not looking for it either.
And in that state of in-between, he found me.
Unaware of the battle he fought everyday, I fell fast.
By the time I found out, it was too late.
Because I wanted everything.
Every broken, lost part of him.
I knew I couldn’t fix him.
I could only love him.
But I should’ve known better than to think that was enough.
Bittersweet Always
Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in Australia.
While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters to her cat, Bert, and dog, Grub.
She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.
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My greatest enemy, my strongest ally, my best friend, my husband. Thank you.
My children, my two reminders to stop, breathe, appreciate, and live outside of my own head for a little while.
Grub, our baby pup. You won’t be such a baby when this book releases. But just like my children, having you become a part of our family has been such a blessing for my b
usy brain.
My dear friends, you know who you are. My love for you is endless. Even when I disappear for days on end. Thank you for ‘getting’ me and the way I do this crazy author gig.
My beta readers, Marley, Jeannine, Michelle, Serena, Paige, and Billie. Thank you for the continued support and taking time out of your busy lives to wade through my unedited drivel. Love you all!
My proof-readers, Allie, Emma, and Allison. Thank you so much for the extra eyes and support. You ladies rock!
My editor, Jenny from editing4indies. I could not do this without you.
Stacey from Champagne Book design, words can’t convey how much your patience, dedication, and professionalism astounds me. Thank you.
Sarah from Okay Creations, *cries* so talented! Thank you for yet another cover I’ll love until the end of my days.
Michelle, thank you for all that you do, and for simply being a fucking great friend.
Annette, you’re a beautiful human. Thank you for the help with the ARC team.
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