Twist of Fate by Louise, Tia (free ebook reader for ipad .txt) 📗

exhale a noise as he lifts me off my feet. My arms are wrapped around his neck, my legs around his waist, and our mouths seal together. Our tongues curl and heat burns between my thighs. His dick is a steel rod against me, and my back hits the wall.

He lifts his face to find my eyes. “Yes?”

“Yes.” I want this so much.

Our mouths clash again, and my feet hit the soft pine floor. He turns me to face the wall, a warm palm pressing against my stomach before sliding lower, into my sweat shorts, into my panties, covering my clit. Thick fingers circle and massage, and I rise on my tiptoes, arching my back as the waves of pleasure surge in my veins.

He’s moving quickly behind me, unfastening his pants. His fingers never stop moving between my legs, and I rest my cheek against the wall as he leans into me, pressing his firm chest to my back. His lips are at my ear, and it sends delicious shivers down my shoulders and along my legs.

Warm kisses against my skin, little bites to the side of my neck. I’m so wet and slippery when his cock nudges at my core. With a firm thrust, we both moan with relief. It’s so good.

He’s pumping faster, holding my breast in one hand and steadying me by my clit with the other. The thick rod of his cock moving faster, raking my insides has my knees bending, melting as my toes curl.

Faster… harder… We’re desperate for touch, lost in the rising heat of orgasm, blazing hotter in my belly, tightening every muscle in my pussy, whipping me higher and higher with every frenzied thrust.

He’s breathing hard in my ear, groaning low and saying dirty words… yes, fuck me, so good… My thighs are trembling. It’s erotic and delicious and with three more thrusts, three more insistent circles of his skilled fingers, he pushes me into that pool of bliss.

I plunge into sparkling waves of ecstasy, legs shaking, knees collapsing, but he holds me, burying himself completely as I feel the pulse of his orgasm.

“Daisy.” His voice is shaky at my ear, and my eyes squeeze tighter.

We’re panting, floating on the afterglow. His arms wrap like iron bands around my body, holding me in a strong embrace infused with longing and wishes and regret.

The room is quiet, song ended, and without a word, he lifts me off my feet, carrying me to the bathroom. We clean up silently, my hand on his shoulder as he touches me gently with the washcloth. We never stop touching. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom where our baby sleeps.

Keeping me close, he helps me into the side of the queen-sized bed. I gently slide Melody over, crawling into the center. He’s behind me, spooning his long body against mine, and I hold our daughter in my arms.

A short while ago, I watched as he purchased the plane ticket to California. I watched the tightness in his blue eyes, his full lips pressed thin. Then we danced. Then we made love. Now we’ll sleep, because tomorrow, as fast as he came into our lives, he’ll leave.

I can’t change this.

I can only hold onto this dream and believe it exists somewhere in another time, in a different reality we’ve never been able to construct.

His breath is a whisper in my hair. His beautifully sculpted arm is a tether across me, his large hand covers our little girl. I wrap my arms around her as well, and it’s the two of us, held by the man we adore.

Sadness prowls at the edge of my consciousness, but I won’t allow it in tonight. Tonight, we’re a family. Tonight, we’re complete.

“But when will I see you again?” Melody’s bottom lip is a shiny little pout, extending from her face.

Scout holds her on his hip, kissing her forehead, her eyebrow. “In just a few hours. I’ll call you on Facetime, and we’ll be able to see each other.”

“But you can’t play ball with me.” Her baby voice is so sad.

I’ve had a steady stream of rain in my heart since I opened my eyes this morning. To my right was Melody with both arms over her head making baby girl snores. To my left was my man, both arms over his head buzzing like a chainsaw. Twins.

I pulled both their arms down and we snuggled together again, but it was too late. We were awake, and it was time for him to go. He had to pack, catch a plane.

His eyes meet mine, standing a few steps away, arms wrapped around my waist. Lowering Melody to her feet, he comes to me, pulling me into a hug. Closing my eyes, I inhale my last breath of Scout. I cling to the firmness of his muscles. I let my heart melt into his.

Lifting his face, he smiles, his beautiful eyes glistening. “We’ve been through hard times. Even when it feels like the end, we manage to come back.”

“If the world were ending, you could come back to me.”

“I would.” He pulls me close again, exhaling. “And I’d never leave.”

Tears spill over my cheeks. We hold each other longer, until I know I have to let him go, until we have to say goodbye.

He leaves us at the security gate, holding up a hand, waving until he’s out of sight. I take Melody’s little hand, and the two of us walk slowly to the car. I open the door, and she climbs into her booster seat, pressing her face against the side and looking out the window.

“Want to get some ice cream?” I force a smile.

Her golden head bumps against the seat as she shakes it no.

“Mac and cheese poboy?”

She exhales heavily and shakes her head again.

It’s a gut punch, but I fasten her seatbelt and climb up front, steering the Bronco out of the parking garage. I turn right, and the tears fall. He fixed the horn when we got