She sat up and leaned forward, reaching out to grip his hot, hard length in her hand. He pulsed in her palm and groaned at her touch. His body vibrated with restrained need. She felt it echoed deep in her own core.
“Fuck,” he swore. “I love when you touch me.”
“I’ve missed this,” she admitted. “You have no idea.”
“I do. I know you said you thought about me.”
“It doesn’t compare.”
“I remember you said that too.”
She stroked him from base to tip, wetting her hand with his arousal. She gripped him hard before she swirled her palm up, using her thumb to gently caress the velvet soft tip. She was rewarded with another long groan and a hard exhale.
“As much as I love you touching me, I want to see you touch yourself.”
“Like this?” she asked innocently as she tweaked her own nipple. She pulled at it gently, not expecting the flurry of sensations that her own touch brought. She gasped and slowly ran her hand down the flat planes of her stomach, over the rounded well of her hip and to her pussy.
Her eyes flicked to Trace’s face, to make sure he was watching, but of course he was. He took everything in with his heavy lidded, desire filled eyes. She swirled her finger through her folds, shocked at how wet she was already. Pinpricks of pleasure shot out from the areas she touched. She gently skimmed over her clit, which made her gasp, before she removed her finger and brought it to her mouth. She sucked her own juices off the digit and Trace groaned again.
“Minx,” he ground out. He fell to his knees and gripped her legs, forcing her thighs open.
“That’s not fair,” she protested. You can taste me, but I can’t taste you?”
“Later,” he promised, his voice dark and sensual. “I have so many things that I want to do to you. I want to fill you up with my cock, fuck you until you see stars and then come in you so hard it runs down your thighs.”
Sandra shivered at his deliciously dirty words. “You never used to say filthy things like that,” she whispered huskily. She trembled under Trace’s hands and when his mouth met her core, she jerked violently. His tongue, that sweet, gorgeous, glorious tongue, was far too talented. He caressed her, stroked her, skimmed over all the right spots, teasing her and torturing her sweetly. She hadn’t forgotten how good it was from their last session, or from years before that.
He raised his head after, his mouth wet with her juices. “Not much about the past years have been an improvement, but I hope that is?”
“The dirty talk? Because I was just thinking that I remember what you were- uh- doing, being just as amazing before.”
“The dirty talk,” he confirmed with a smile. “I like that you remember. That you remember everything about us.”
“I do- remember it all. I could never forget, even when I wanted to.”
“Good.” He stood. His hand fell to her hip and he turned her sharply, flipped her as easily as if she weighed nothing at all. She let out a startled cry as she hit the mattress with her stomach, but Trace’s hands were already under her, lifting her hips, guiding her to her hands and knees. “I’m glad that you couldn’t forget. That you remembered each and every detail. I promise that I’ll give you more memories. I promise I’ll give you everything you want. Everything you know is possible…” his thumb grazed over her soaking wet pussy and up, up to the sensitive bud where no one had ever touched her before. Sandra froze, but his hand moved away, back to her hip. “And everything you don’t,” he finished, the promise shimmering in the air between them.
Sandra’s hands scrabbled at the sheets, gripping the comforter and bracing herself. She was already so close, right at the edge. God, all Trace had to do was say those dirty words and she swore he could send her into an orgasm. It was all too easy for him.
The bed dipped as he got on behind her. He guided his thick cock head to entrance. He swirled it through her swollen folds, teasing her, using her slick moisture to coat his cock. She was almost embarrassingly wet.
“God, you feel so good. So wet. So hot.” Trace flexed his hips and pushed inside of her, just an inch, just with the tip. She gasped at the way he stretched her, at the full sensation even just that small amount gave her. “So tight,” he groaned.
He didn’t give her anymore warning than that before he thrust inside. She made a strangled noise low in her throat. He filled her right to the hilt. He didn’t move. He let her feel every single inch of him, the way he throbbed inside of her. Her response was instant. She vibrated with need. Her muscles clenched around him and her entire body trembled.
When he moved, finally, she nearly saw stars. Her hands gripped the covers tighter and all she could do was hold on. Trace might have made her promises, promises she wanted to trust in. She wanted to trust him. She wanted this. All of it, all of him. Even if she had no idea what the future held, she knew that this, them coming together like this, would always work. It always had. Even when everything else hadn’t.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensations sweeping through her.
This was a promise she knew she could trust.
Chapter 21
TRACE
God, she felt so good. So amazingly good. Unlike Sandra, who he knew had a great memory and always had, he couldn’t remember in detail how amazing it felt to be inside of her. His mind couldn’t reproduce the sensations, the incredible overwhelming rightness of it all. He remembered that it was good. He remembered details, but he couldn’t make himself remember the exact sensation.
He knew that she wasn’t like any other.
Sandy was the only woman he’d ever been inside of without wrapping up. She was the only woman he’d ever let himself truly feel.
The only woman he’d ever truly lost himself in.
He pulled out, leaving the tip of his cock inside of her, since he couldn’t bear to be all the way out, before he pushed back in. He savored the feel of her, her tight inner muscles clenching around him, gripping him, pulsing around him. She was so warm and wet and so, so fucking tight.
On the next thrust, he angled his hips differently and thrust deeper. She took all of him and fuck, it was sexy as hell watching himself pull out and pump back in. His cock glistened with her wetness and it was beautiful. He had to grind his teeth to keep from shooting inside of her embarrassingly fast. It would be a new record, he was sure.
Sandra wriggled her hips suggestively when he pulled out. “Is that all you have?” she taunted.
“Minx,” he said again. He barely refrained from slapping her gorgeous round bottom. Her pale skin would look incredible with his red hand print emblazed there.
He set a punishing pace, thrusting in and out of her, harder, driving himself deeper. She took all of him, her hips bucking backward with his rhythm, her ass grinding into him. The sound of their bodies joining, slick and wet, filled up the room. She wasn’t embarrassed at all and it was one thing he loved about her. She wasn’t ever grossed out by the things that he enjoyed. Sex noises… fuck, that was one of the best parts about sex.
He pistoned harder, driving them both closer to the edge. Sandy’s breasts slapped against her chest. Her waist, her shapely hips, the round globes of her ass, it was the most spectacular show he’d ever been lucky enough to witness and be a part of.
And that was before she rocked back into him, grinding and writhing, trying to find just the right spot to send her over the edge. Watching her take her pleasure from him, use him, abandon all sense of modesty or shyness just about made him finish ahead of her. He held himself back by some force of will that he didn’t even know he possessed.
He reached around her and palmed her breast while he kept the other hand on her hip. He should have closed his eyes, it would have helped him hold it the fuck together, but he had to keep them open. Sandy was just too damn incredible, too beautiful, her hips swaying and gyrating to the rhythm of her own making.
“God, yes,” Sandy mewled when he ran his thumb and index finger over t
he hard little bud of her nipple, pinching her lightly.
“Tell me that you’re mine,” he commanded. He felt like an asshole for doing it, but he needed to hear her say she wasn’t just going to give him a chance. That she truly wanted him. That this was real for both of them. Considering he was the one who’d done the walking in the past, he realized how terrible that request sounded. “I’m yours,” he said quickly. “All of me. My heart, my body, my fucking soul.”
“If you pinch my nipple harder, I might tell you that I’m yours,” Sandy said huskily.
Trace grinned. Her and her sassy mouth. He had half the mind to spank her again, but he knew if he did it, he’d be gone for sure. She was close, he could sense it. He could feel her trembling. He’d wait for her like a goddamn gentleman before he took his pleasure.
It was hard though, and his jaw ached from grinding his teeth together. He moved his hand down, around between Sandra’s legs. She tensed and when he circled her clit before giving it a hard flick, she went off. Her body strained against his and she cried out his name, a slightly muted sound, since they were in a hotel with adjoining rooms and their son was asleep in the bed next door.
He got the message.
Sandy’s tight passage milked his cock, clenching around him, the waves of her climax as sweet and delicious as if they were his own. He was done. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth, biting down on the roar that wanted to tear loose from his throat. He kept the sound muffled, barely more than a grunt as he found his release. He spilled himself inside of her, coming harder than he ever had in his life. He saw black spots and white spots and spots of every damn color. He closed his eyes and got lost in her.
When they were both spent, Trace guided them down to the bed. He drew Sandy in against his chest as they both struggled to catch their breath.
“That was…” Sandra panted. “I- I guess- I’m glad that- that I gave you another chance.”
He stared into her glistening blue eyes. “That’s just a start.”
Her eyes strayed to the door that joined their rooms. “I might have to take a rain check on that. I don’t want Alex to wake up and find me gone.”
Trace nodded, but he took her hand and intertwined their fingers, not ready to let her go just yet. “Thanks for coming to talk to me tonight.”
She smiled shyly. “Yeah- well- we needed to talk sometime.” One brow arched and her smile faded. “So- where do we go from here? I- I mean- where are we going to live? Here in Miami? Or do we keep going?”
“Miami is nice. I’ve always wanted to visit.”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing Mexico sometime, even if it’s just to visit.”
“We can go. Whenever you want. We can go visit. Or we can stay. Whatever you want. I’ll go wherever you want to go, wherever you tell me. You and Alex are my future. You’re my world.”
Sandra actually giggled. “It’s about time.” She leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on Trace’s lips before she unwound their fingers and slipped away from him. “I guess we can all decide in the morning. We still have to tell Alex everything.”
Everything. Trace was glad he was lying down; since he was sure he would have buckled if he was standing. A wave of dizziness swept over him. He was haunted by doubts. What if his son didn’t actually want to get to know him? What if he did, but then he didn’t like him? What if Sandra decided that he was no longer good enough to be a part of their lives?
“Stop.” Sandra bent over and set her fingers gently on his cheek. “Stop thinking about things like that. We’re together now. We’re a family. It’s going to work because we’ll do everything we have to so that it works. We loved each other once. We’ll find it again. I promise.”
Trace covered her hand with his own. “I never stopped.”
“Neither did I,” she whispered. “So there it is. Everything will be fine.”
He leaned into her touch, savoring her gentle warmth, her reassurance, her presence. He knew from the second he’d met her that he was home. It just took him a damn long time to get his head on straight and figure it out for good, but he was finally free and he was back.
Everything else was the past.
Epilogue
SANDRA
When they’d left Detroit, she wasn’t sure what their future held.
It turned out, Miami was a very good landing spot.
They were happy. They’d been ridiculously happy for three years. As a family. Together.
At first, she kept waiting for it to end. For someone to pinch her so that she’d wake from the amazing dream. It took her nearly a year to realize that it was real. Trace was really there. Really with her. They really were a family. The three of them.
Except it wasn’t going to just be the three of them any longer.
Sandra walked lightly into Trace’s home office. He had the blinds up and the windows open, so that the warm Miami sunlight streamed through. The warm, wet breeze drifted through the room. Trace loved the heat. He never found it stifling. Honestly, she liked the warmer winters, but the full on heat of the summer was a bit much. It was a decent trade-off for the snow and they had central air installed into their small bungalow, so she was able to deal with the harsher summer months.
Trace’s face lit up when he saw her. He shifted away from the computer screens. He worked at book keeping and he was damn good at it. He’d taken an online course and got his certification. She never would have pegged him for an accountant of all things, but he’d told her he was once good at finding people and figuring out puzzles and numbers really weren’t that different.
“I have some news.”
Trace froze. His mouth opened. “Seriously?”
She nodded. “I know we’ve been trying for over a year and we kind of thought it wouldn’t happen, but I just took the test.”
“What?” Trace shoved back his chair. A radiant grin split his handsome face. “You’re not kidding?”
“I would never joke about that! That would just be- terrible.”
He gripped her arms, his huge hands gentle, but firm. “My god, Sandy. A baby!”
She nodded, hardly able to believe it herself. “I know that we talked about this with Alex, but he’s going to be so shocked. That was over a year ago.”
“He’ll be excited. He wants a play mate.”
“He’ll be almost twelve by then. Maybe he won’t be interested in a little brother or sister.”
“We both know that’s not true. Alex loves kids. He loves everyone. He’ll be a big help. Now that I’m going to lose my accounting assistant.”
“I barely do anything and you know it.”
“You do everything,” Trace argued. “You do all my filing, you meet with clients, you do the marketing, you do the phone calls. I might have the computer skills, but you definitely are better with people.”
“Years of working in a diner will do that to you. Waitresses have to be friendly you know.”
“Really? I know a couple who I’m sure wouldn’t hesitate to spit in my food.”
She slapped at Trace’s hand playfully. “I’ve never seen anyone spit in anyone’s food no matter how bad it got.”
“Not that you’ve seen.” He winked. “Doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.”
“You’re imp-”
Trace silenced her with a scorching kiss that left her breathless. He pulled away after, happiness shining in his eyes. His smile was back and it never faltered. “I can’t believe this is real.”
“I used to think that all the time,” she admitted. “About all of this.” She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled his head down for another long, lingering kiss. “But you’re right. Everything is going to change. I feel like I’m too old to have a newborn again.”
“Old?” Trace snorted. “You’ll never be old. You’ll always be the most beautiful woman on earth. The sexiest.” His eyes danced mischievously. “Do you need me to prove it to you?” He ran the pad of his thumb over her lips and all the breath left her lungs.
The way he was looking at her was absolutely sinful.
“I- I think that I might.”
“Consider it done.” Trace swept her up, giggling and screaming, into his arms. He carried her out of the office and down the hall to their bedroom. “I think it goes without saying, but I’m going to enjoy this so much more than our other work. I’m not letting you go until you can look at me and tell me that you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet. The kindest. The best mother. The most amazing person that ever walked the earth.”
Sandra giggled as Trace set her down on the bed. She lifted a brow and somehow managed to keep a straight face. “I’m afraid you have your work cut out for you.”
“A challenge? I never backed down from a challenge.”
She lost the battle and her lips turned up. A laugh escaped her, but it quickly turned into a throaty exhale as Trace pulled off his shirt and began removing his jeans. “This is real,” she admitted. “All of it. I don’t know about the most beautiful woman on the earth, but I certainly am the most blessed.”
Trace slipped out of his jeans and boxers and stood before her, beautifully naked. He might not know it and she didn’t want to stroke his ego, but there wasn’t any doubt in her mind that he certainly was the sexiest man on earth.
“We can both agree with that. You’ve given me all of this.” He edged closer and his hand traced its way up her leg, pushing up her calf length sun dress. “Thank you, Sandy. For first chances, for second chances, for all the chances you’ve given me. For putting up with me and forgiving me and loving me.”
“I do love you,” she purred. “Always. I always have and I always will.”
Trace shifted. He kissed her again, hot, scorching, a kiss that she felt straight down to her toes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kept him there, kissing him back just as furiously, nipping his bottom lip in her haste.
She actually didn’t mind getting older one bit. Not when it was with Trace. If he wanted to prove to her that she was still young and beautiful, she’d happily let him.
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