by Kim Karr
The muscles in his thighs trembled beneath my fingertips as he thrust his hips faster. I thought he was going to come but instead, he pulled me to my feet and took my place in the chair.
He pulled me onto his lap and with one quick lift, I was on his cock. With my clit against his belly, our mouths locked.
Pushing upward slowly, he cupped my rear with his hands. We didn’t fuck, we made love, slow and easy.
Up and down.
In and out.
Still, it didn’t take long before I was coming. My fingers dug into his shoulders. He called out my name. I called out his. We both came, pleasure overtaking us in hot waves.
He kissed my shoulder. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
When our breathing settled, Tyler put his arms around me and held me tight.
“Your turn,” he said, pointing to the cake.
My body shivered with the endless possibilities the night held. Cake. Tyler. Sex. “Hold on, party boy,” I said.
He shook his head. “It’s cake time, and I want to eat my piece off your tits.”
Oh, yes, I thought as I untangled myself from him. “You can eat that cake from my entire body, but first I have one more present for you,” I told him as I opened a cabinet and pulled out a wrapped box.
I handed it to him and he looked at me in question. “Open it,” I said.
He unwrapped it and then took the lid off. Inside were two glasses and a bottle of champagne with a red label on it and the name Highway Jane scribed across it.
“Where did you get this?” he asked in shock, surprise, and awe.
I felt very proud. “I worked with Paulo on it to surprise you,” I told him. “Happy Birthday, Tyler.”
Those blazing blue eyes stared at me for the longest time. “Thank you, Love,” he said, his voice low and raspy, and I knew it was for more than the new vintage.
I was his wife. The mother of his child. His business partner. I was me. And I wasn’t a replacement. I felt whole in that moment and I had a feeling he did, too.
Birds in flight, both learning to soar, safely.
Without wasting a second, he popped the cork. It was like watching shooting stars whirling and spiraling upwards. And as the tiny globes shattered into fragments of gold all around us, my heart felt whole.
The aroma of white flowers was the prelude to the hint of orange peel and wild berries, each an ingredient I knew well. A crackling, fizzing sound erupted as the liquid effervescence whooshed with the most magical bubbles and I smiled.
Magic.
That was what we shared.
What we were.
Two broken kids who had grown up and were putting the past behind them. Living our lives to the fullest and only looking back to rewind us.
Grabbing the glasses, Tyler quickly filled them. When we each had a full flute in our hand, I clinked his. “To happily-ever-afters,” I toasted.
“To party-ever-afters,” he grinned, eyeing the birthday cake. Yes, my party boy had been subdued, but definitely not tamed.
And I drank to that.
Cheers.
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THE QUAINT TREE-LINED street of Hudson Avenue is where Fiona and Ethan’s very old East Lincoln Park home is located. Originally built in 1886, the narrow brick building with three floors has a charm that I just love.
Easing down the street, I take a left about ten homes from theirs to circle around to the alleyway where their driveway is positioned.
Spotting the black Range Rover parked there puts me on edge. The chrome wheels and tinted windows immediately give it away. It belongs to Nick Carrington, one of the biggest real estate developers in Chicago. Nick also happens to be Ethan’s former college roommate and best friend. Oh, and did I mention, he’s Max’s Godfather.
What the hell is he doing here?
Last I heard he was in Miami for an extended amount of time working on a really big real estate deal. Then again it isn’t like I keep tabs on him. He and I don’t exactly get along.
Yes, we’ve been forced together in the same social settings at least a couple dozen times since Fiona and Ethan met. But to be honest, I’ve never really given him a second thought—other than to say he’s kind of a jerk.
Out loud.
So he could hear.
Many times.
Sure, he’s tall, dark, and handsome. And yes, he has the best ass I’ve ever seen, and I mean ever seen quite literally. You see he mooned me at Fiona and Ethan’s Fourth of July barbecue last year, which pretty much defines his personality.
He always has to be the life of the party.
He’s also arrogant.
Rich.
And a playboy.
Every time I see him, he has a different woman on his arm. I can say this about him—he doesn’t discriminate. Tall, short, blonde, brunette, they’ve all gotten their turn with Chicago’s most eligible bachelor. From what I’ve heard, he just never keeps any of them around long enough to give them a chance.
Plain and simple, he’s a manwhore.
And I’ve had my fill with manwhores. So seeing his vehicle in the driveway isn’t making me extremely pleased right now.
Again I ask myself, “Why is he here?”
Unless.
No, please no, don’t tell me something happened to Fiona.
Hitting the gas, I floor it into the driveway as fast as I can. Once I put the SUV in park, I hurry to get Max out of his car seat.
Rushing inside with Max on my hip and his gear on my shoulder, I take the stairs up to the main floor two at a time and come to a screeching halt.
Oh.
My.
God.
Holy shit!
Coming down the stairs is all six-foot-two inches, and I mean all six-foot and two inches of Nick Carrington in his glory.
Wet.
No towel.
Completely naked.
He looks at me, only a little surprised, and mumbles, “Shit,” or something like that. I’m not really listening right now. There is so much white noise in my head that I don’t think my ears are working properly. Or my hat is on too tight.
Wait.
Ignore that two inches part because he is, well, to be blunt . . . huge.
“Uncle Nick,” Max screams in delight, jolting me out of the trance I had fallen into.
“Nick!” I scream in outrage, while at the same time relieved that nothing must be wrong with Fiona or Ethan.
He covers himself with his hands and shrugs.
“Nick! What the hell!” I yell.
“Uncle Nick!” Max exclaims again with glee.
My head jerks in Max’s direction. Instead of following suit and covering his eyes like me to shade his vision from the sight of Nick’s smooth, tanned, muscular chest, tight six-pack, and well, his huge endowment, the almost three-year-old reaches out for him.
Traitor.
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KIM KARR IS a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of eighteen novels. Best known for writing sexy contemporary love stories, she enjoys bringing flawed characters to life and creating romances that are page worthy.
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