Inseparable_A Second Chance Romance

by Mia Ford

  He reached his arms under my back and lifted me up off the bed, pressing our bodies tightly together as he thrust in short bursts in and out of me. I could feel my body reaching the tipping point of orgasm, and as my muscles began to tense, he laid me down and thrust deep and long inside of my wet mound. I arched my back and threw my head backward, closing my eyes tightly and letting out a squeal of ecstasy as my body erupted in orgasm. The waves ran through me at a speed I could barely stand, and I felt his hands clenching my sides as he pushed down deep inside of me and allowed himself to release. As his lungs expelled, he growled deeply, his body feeling the release of his seed. His cock pulsated hard inside, and I could feel every single part of his orgasm. His eyes became heavy, and his head bobbed as he laid gently down on top of me, his head resting on my breasts.

  I reached down and stroked his hair as we both fought to control our wildly beating hearts. That was the most erotic experience of my life, and instead of my normal, lustful satisfaction, I felt extraordinarily close to Nathan. Our bodies had connected in a way they never had before. As he got his footing, Nathan rolled to the side and pulled his body up next to mine. He pushed the hair back out of my face and held my cheeks while he kissed me gently. I could see the same look in his eyes then, that he had the first time he told me he loved me. Only this time, I was fully his with no drama, no secrets, and no one there to try to keep us apart. Everything that had happened before had led us to this moment, and we had found solace, love, and friendship in each other’s arms.

  “I love you so much, Ronni,” he whispered, still holding my face. “And I will love you for the rest of my life.”

  “I love you too, Nathan,” I responded with a smile I couldn’t hold back.

  He kissed me again and rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, lying there and enjoying the silent bond between us. I rubbed his chest gently, feeling the peace in the room around us. The stress of the past few days was still there, but together, we were able to handle them with strength and class. It was definitely no secret that we were better as a team than we were apart, and I could never imagine a day without him. I knew he was hurting, knowing his father was very close to the end of his life, but he had made a decision that would leave him without regret. He had done the best for his father, for himself, and for his family, and I was so very proud of him. I only hoped that Noah went home and really understood how much Nathan loved him. They may not show it in a normal, conventional way, but their bond was still there, and they still cared about each other so very much. I yawned deeply, feeling the exhaustion of the day’s emotions flooding over me.

  Nathan looked down and smiled, his eyes getting droopy himself. Before either of us could fall asleep, we heard the humming of Nathan’s phone on the floor. Nathan grunted as he pulled himself out of bed and pulled his phone from the pocket of his shorts. He looked at me strangely as he answered the phone, and I couldn’t tell if it was concern or excitement. I sat up in the bed, alarmed by his initial reaction, and watched as he began to pace the room.

  “Dad,” he said, answering. “Everything okay?”

  Nathan listened, shaking his head and saying “okay” several times. He stopped and took in a deep breath, his face falling to a serious expression. I could hear his father’s voice on the other line, but it wasn’t the normal angry tone that I was used to. This was a tone I hadn’t heard since I was a little girl, staying in the bedroom next to theirs after my mother and father had died. It was a fatherly, loving tone that had endeared me to that man from the beginning.

  “I understand,” Nathan said into the phone. “I’m really happy for you, Dad. And I can’t wait to hear all about it. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  He paused, listening, and glanced up at me with a smile.

  “Okay,” he said, chuckling. “I’ll let her know. Bye.”

  Nathan hung up the phone and stared at me in amazement. He smiled as he walked over to the window and looked out at the road. I wrapped the sheet around me and grabbed his boxers, handing them to him and glancing down at the street. He looked down at his naked body and jumped back from the window, laughing. He was in such a daze that he didn’t realize he was flashing the entire neighborhood. This daze, though, was completely different than before, and I could sense a sincere peacefulness surging through him.

  “Okay,” I said impatiently. “Tell me what’s going on.”

  “That was my father,” he said, rubbing his hand through his hair. “He, uh, he said that he went home and really did some soul searching. He said he talked to Mom, he talked to God, he talked to himself, and in the end, he knew what he needed to do. He agreed with my suggestion and wants me to go ahead and start the process of dissolving the company. He realized his intentions were selfish, and it would be a terrible legacy to leave a broken company for his family to clean up. He said that he wants to spend the rest of the time he has left on this earth traveling around, seeing the world. He told me that he realized that he had been lonely and empty for far too long, and he wanted a new adventure to close out his amazing life on this earth. He told me to tell you he was sorry, that he was a monster, and that he really does love you.”

  Instantly, tears began to flood from my eyes, and I walked over and laid my face against Nathan’s shoulder. I could hear his heart beating fast and his breath catching in his throat. He took a deep breath and looked down at me.

  “He told me he was proud of me,” he said, tears running down his cheeks. “In the end, I’m just as proud of him. It was that strength that I've known him to have our whole lives. I just was waiting for it to come back out. It had been in hiding for a very long time.”

  I hugged Nathan tightly, and he pressed his face into my neck, calming his soul. He pulled back, wiped the tears from his face, and grabbed his shirt. He kissed me hard, over and over again, on the lips, and I giggled loudly.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed.

  “I want to get this started for him,” he said. “I don’t want it to be something looming over him.”

  “Okay,” I said, smiling. “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

  “I love you,” he said before turning and walking from the room.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered.

  I climbed back in the bed and laid there, staring at the ceiling and thinking about my future. I always knew I wanted a business, and now I had one with the man I loved. But even more exciting than building an empire, was the thought of building a family with the man I love. Having those loving arms wrapped around me and our children was a new dream for me, but something I craved to have with Nathan more than anything else. I knew he was going to be a phenomenal father as well as an amazing husband for the rest of my life. Just the vision of the beautiful babies we could have, made me want to get started right away on a family. If my parents could see us now, they would be so excited to know that they would be grandparents. Part of me was sad that I would never share that with them, but the other part of me knew they were there somewhere, guiding me, watching over me, and smiling down at the kind of woman I had turned into.

  Bringing a new life into this world and forging an even stronger bond with Nathan was something that I just couldn’t help but smile about. I ran my hands over my belly, thinking about the last few days and thinking that for all I knew, there could be a life starting inside of me as we spoke. The spark of light that turned into a beautiful person could be happening already, and that child would be a child of love and laughter. The child would have been made from pure love of two people that happened to find each other in the strangest place. I knew right then that I had found my happily ever after, and I was never going to let it go.

  Mine Forever

  Blurb

  One Sexy Flight Attendant

  One Hot Pilot

  And an eventful flight together!

  Drew

  My job as a Pilot is demanding

  I enjoy being in control!
/>
  Until I meet Jess, my hot blonde flight attendant

  There’s nothing about her that doesn’t drive me crazy

  No matter what time and what place

  But getting involved with a woman is the last thing I wanted

  And now I dream doing some very inappropriate things to her sweet body…

  Jess

  Being a single mother is not easy

  Especially when you work odd hours

  Still I try to keep it all together

  Until I meet the new gorgeous pilot on board

  One look at him and all my warning bells go off

  But I have my daughter to care for!

  As the tension begins to build, will Drew and Jess find a way to navigate their intersecting worlds?

  Chapter 1: Jess

  “Red light, Mom! There’s a red light coming up!”

  The yellow light about to turn was something I had seen with no problem at all, but I hadn’t been prepared for the sound of my daughter's yelling. I slammed on the brakes of my little white Volvo, throwing both Emma and me forward in our seats. The seatbelt tightened, making me feel like I was suffocating, and I heard Emma make a little strangled sound as her own belt struck her across her throat. When I glanced back at the light, I saw that it was just, at that moment, turning from yellow to red. There had been no need whatsoever for the rapid stop. I rolled my eyes and glanced up at the rearview mirror, where I saw my beautiful ten-year-old girl smiling devilishly.

  “Emma, what was that for? We had plenty of time. It would have been safer to stop more slowly.”

  “Dunno. This was more interesting, you know?”

  "Interesting isn't always better, baby. We're not trying to make things interesting. We're trying to get you to Aunt Sophie's place in one piece."

  "But everything's fine, Mama! No big deal, right?"

  I rolled my eyes again and hoped that Emma couldn't see the little smile playing at the corners of my mouth. She was only ten years old, but sometimes, I felt sure that she was going on thirty. The way she delivered her little one liners. She had a level of sarcasm and knowing in her that could make it difficult to remember she was only a kid.

  I'd talked to Sophie about it a time or two, expressing my concern the way I was sure any mother would. It was probably because she'd had to grow up faster than a lot of little girls, Sophie had always said. Losing her daddy when she was only five years old was certainly enough to do it.

  Being shuttled from one home to another would do it, too, and that was something that wasn't going to stop any time soon. Case in point, our current car trip. For the third time in less than a month, I was dropping my daughter off to stay with her aunt, my younger sister, so that I could do my job. Being a flight attendant was something I had always dreamed about, and it was something I mostly loved, but leaving my kid every other week? That part sucked, and there was no getting around it.

  "Hey, Mama?"

  “Hey, what?”

  “What’s the matter with you?” she asked.

  "That's not a very nice question!" I answered with a laugh, hoping Emma couldn't see how much her keen perception of me shook me up. "And there's nothing the matter with me. I'm just thinking, that's all."

  “But thinking about what?”

  “Nothing important,” I said.

  “Thinking about something bad, I bet.”

  “And why would you think that?”

  "Because your head got all wrinkly. Your head always gets all wrinkly when you're thinking about something bad."

  “No, Emma, I promise. I’m not thinking about anything bad.”

  At least, I hoped it was nothing bad. I added that last part inside my own head as I worked on making sure my forehead remained unwrinkled. Emma was right, the little frown line in between my eyebrows was one of my tells. It was where my worry showed, unless I worked on suppressing it, and Emma appeared to know it.

  It shouldn't have been surprising, either. She got the same line of worry on her own small face when something was bugging her. I thought about leaving our conversation where it was and then thought better of it. One thing I had always promised myself was that I would never lie to my daughter. It was a promise I had made directly after the death of her father, my husband, and one I intended to keep.

  Not telling her what was on my mind wasn't exactly a lie, but it wasn't giving her any peace of mind, either. I was already about to drop her off and leave her for a couple of days, which was hard enough. The least I could do was drop her off with Sophie without her having to worry about what I had really been thinking about.

  “Hey, baby, can I ask you something?”

  “Is it about the thing you’re thinking about?” Emma asked.

  “It is.”

  "Okie dokie. What's up?"

  “It’s about going to Aunt Sophie’s house.”

  “Alrighty.”

  “I’ve just been wondering, Emma. Does it bother you?”

  “I love Aunt Sophie. I like her, too, so I like being with her.”

  “I know you do, baby, but does it bother you how often I have to leave you with her? Does it bother you how often I’m away?”

  She was quiet for a minute. The light turned green, and my foot pressed down on the gas pedal. Her silence made me nervous about what her answer might be, but at the same time, it made me proud. My baby girl wasn't the kind of kid to deliver an answer without thinking it through, and that was something any parent should be proud of. It was something I would always be impressed by, even when the answers she gave me weren't precisely what I wanted to hear.

  “Yes and no,” she said finally.

  “That sounds like a true answer. Want to explain it a little?”

  “Well,” she said thoughtfully, her voice sounding adult enough that it gave me a little pang of anticipation of her growing up. “You like your job, right?”

  “I do, sweetie. I really do.”

  “That’s what I thought. I like that. I think everyone should like what they do.”

  “I think so, too.”

  “Right, so that part makes me really happy,” she said. “But I miss you sometimes, and that part is hard.”

  “I’m sorry, baby. I miss you, too. I miss you so much when I’m not at home. Every time I’m in a new place, I think about what it would be like to be there with you instead of on my own.”

  "But you aren't gone too much," Emma consoled, sounding even more adult than ever. "So you don't need to feel bad. And in a couple of years, I won't even have to go to Aunt Sophie's when you go away."

  “Is that so?” I laughed, trying to look at both my daughter and the road at the same time. “How do you figure?”

  “Cause I’ll be old enough to stay at home by myself, then. I won’t have to go anywhere. I’ll just be able to stay at home.”

  “Oh no. No way, little lady. I don’t know who put that idea into your head, but a couple of years are not going to be enough for you to stay home on your own overnight.”

  "Then how long?" she whined, the first giveaway in this particular conversation that she was still only a ten-year-old girl. "A couple of years is so long already!"

  “Not long enough. You won’t be able to stay on your own overnight for a lot more years than a couple. Not until you’re thirty-five, at least.”

  “Thirty-five?! No way!”

  “Thirty-five at least, little lady. Maybe even longer.”

  “Um, but that makes no sense.”

  “How do you figure?”

  "Because, Mama, you're only thirty! If you can go out by yourself on a plane, I can be by myself by the time I'm thirty. Right?"

  "I don't know, sugar, we'll see. As far as I'm concerned, there's nothing wrong with keeping you safe for longer than I was kept safe myself. Nothing wrong with that at all."

  We drove in silence for a while then, and my mind went back ten years, back to when I was only twenty and getting married, while already three months pregnant. Twenty had seemed so
old to me then, but now that I was ten years older, I understood how young it really was.

  Emma would be there herself in only ten years’ time, and it would fly by in the blink of an eye. It was a joke, the idea of keeping her locked up in the house until thirty-five, but that didn't mean there wasn't a part of me that wished I could make it true. I wanted to protect her. I wanted to keep her safe from all of the hardships and pitfalls I'd experienced for myself, even if I wasn't quite sure how to manage it.

  “Hey, Mama?”

  “Hm?”

  “Can I ask you something else?”

  “Of course, you can, Emma, always. You can ask me anything you like.”

  “It’s about boys.”

  “Oh goodness, is it? Why, do you have a crush?”

  “Nope, not me. I was just wondering about you.”

  “What about me?” I asked.

  “I was wondering if you’re seeing anybody cute?”

  “Emma! What on earth would make you ask me a thing like that? Is it because you’re getting crushes of your own?”