Abruption
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“See, bud, this is why we chose JuJu. She’s full of good ideas and white garments.”
I shook my head, glancing down at my thin gauzy V-neck garment already showing the outlines of my bra from the splashes of water. Leave it to a naked Guy to make a completely clothed me blush yet again.
“My eyes,” Finn cried, redirecting Guy’s attention from my cheeks, my shirt, down my V, and wherever else he shouldn’t be looking.
“Keep them closed while I suds up your hair, okay, buddy?”
Finn nodded, squeezing his lids closed. Guy massaged shampoo into Finn’s little scalp, consciously keeping the suds from dripping into his eyes. I kept my hands on Finn’s hips to keep him balanced, while Guy gently tipped his head back into the stream of water. Even through his tightly scrunched face, Finn’s dimples were still noticeable. He was loving this. We went through the same routine with conditioner, which I learned a few Fridays back (the hard way), was not an optional step if you wanted to put a comb through curls. Whoops.
I readjusted myself on the floor to get a better grip on him and warned, “Here comes the slippery part.”
“I not falling, JuJu.”
“Of course you’re not. I’m holding on so I don’t fall in.”
Finn contemplated my reverse psychology babble for half a second before his dimples reappeared.
Guy loaded the washcloth with body wash and lathered every single inch of Finn’s creamy skin. This snapshot in front of me of Guy’s towering muscular frame handling his tiny mini-me with the utmost care, smelling like the scent I’d never forget, was enough to melt my heart and bring tears back to my eyes.
“JuJu, you wet.” Finn giggled and touched my drenched arms.
“Our JuJu is a good sport, Finn. We’re some lucky dudes, bud. JuJu puts up with us.”
I looked up. I shouldn’t have. Because my God, the way he was staring at me left me defenseless. Hiding was impossible. His penetrating blue orbs were unavoidable. I shook my head a little, as if to escape his quest. It didn’t work. The lump in my throat swelled enough that it was impossible to hold back my rapidly filling eyes. Happy tears. Sad tears. I wasn’t sure. I could only hope they posed as water droplets rolling down my cheeks. As full as this beautiful moment made my heart, my heartache was there. It would always be there. I knew this time I was okay, though. I was better than okay.
He took Finn from my grasp. “Come here.”
“Where?” I didn’t know where he wanted me to go. I was already soaked, and I was sure as heck not getting into the shower.
He leaned down and his wet lips found mine for a brief second. When he pulled away, his eyes were soft and filled with something I’d only caught glimpses of before, mostly when he thought I wasn’t looking. It was raw and gentle, making my heart swell against the fragile ties holding it together, as a kaleidoscope of butterflies swarmed my stomach. His thumb swiped my lower lip, drying it, and then he whispered, “Who loves ya, doll?”
Finn opened his arms wide, screaming over the teaming shower, “We do, we do! To moon and back.”
I stood there paralyzed and drenched. I’d heard the three of them ask each other that same question dozens of times. It was their thing. And to think I could be a part of it. I was confident that there had never been a better I love you in the history of I love yous.
Ever.
You think I said I love you back, right? Nope.
My mouth hung open, but I was beyond overwhelmed. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
“Doll, your mascara is running down your face,” Guy teased, but the look in his eyes never wavered. He loves me. “Looks pretty silly, right, buddy?”
I huffed, or at least I tried. I couldn’t promise I was successful at releasing any air while transfixed on my boys.
My boys.
Va bene.
It’s okay, Jules. Be this happy.
“JuJu. I clean. I clean,” Finn shouted.
No time to worry about smudged mascara, and certainly no time to dwell on the appropriate level of my happiness. Or how much I was loved. A few quick swipes under my eyes would have to do.
“Yes, handsome, you definitely are. Now if you two don’t get out soon, forget dudes, I’m gonna have shriveled prunes. And you know what we do with prunes?” I grabbed a dry towel from the caddy, tucking it around Finn’s wet body. “We eat them. Especially when you smell so delicious.” I mouthed his neck, making him giggle. “Let’s go, stinky face, PJ time!”
“Wait a second.” Guy held my forearm, turning me around. The heat in his eyes damn near seared me. “Where’s my towel, what about me? I don’t smell good enough to eat?”
Sooo inappropriate. He knew it. But his sexy smirk told me he didn’t give two shits that Finn was in the room, his daughter and mother across the hall. This was becoming a reoccurring theme. One he clearly enjoyed.
Flustered, of course, I said nothing. Again. Instead I scurried away, huffing and puffing, flying high on love. The deep vibration of his sexy laughter followed behind me.
After the teeth brushing, the pee-one-more-time, and the bedtime story routine, Finn was finally situated. His cozy, personalized, navy fleece blanket to his right and a tan stuffed puppy dog (named Casey, of course) tucked under his left arm. He was set.
I kissed his forehead and inhaled his baby scent, embracing the smell that had the power to seize my lungs. Not tonight.
“Night-night, handsome. I’ll send Daddy in to give you another snuggle.”
“Maxie and Nana too.”
“They’re already sleeping. You’ll see them in the morning, okay?”
We’d passed Max’s room on our way to Finn’s for pajamas and there was still a quiet hum. On our way back from the last bathroom trip all had gone silent. Reina and Max were passed out—lights on, open book on Reina’s chest, and a little princess tucked against her side. So precious.
“Okay,” he mumbled, his lids already fluttering closed. “I sleep in my bed. You sleep in Daddy’s bed.”
Seriously, how on earth a three-year-old could show such empathy was beyond me. I wanted to cry. A-freakin-gain.
“I know you know this, handsome face, but we’re only a few doors away if you need us. So just shout, okay?” He truly was the most amazing child.
“Love you, JuJu.”
Wow. It could never get old.
“I love you too, Finny.” So, so much. “Sweet dreams.” I turned off his bedside lamp and decided to stay until he fell asleep. I drew lazy circles across his forehead and ruffled his hair for a few minutes until his breathing evened and I was sure he was asleep. As I stood from the edge of Finn’s bed, I felt him immediately. No chimes needed. The light from the hallway illuminated his shadow across the hardwood floor.
“How long have you been standing there?” I whispered to his dark profile.
“Long enough,” he answered softly. “Long enough to know my boy is looking out for his dad—making sure his bed isn’t empty tonight.”
“Guy!”
“What?” His smirk was going to be the death of me. “Can’t help it, doll. I want you. Always. And I’ve missed you so much.”
“Shhhh,” I whisper yelled. “Your mom might hear us.”
“Nice try. They’re sound asleep.” He gripped my hips and pulled me into his bedroom, shutting the door.
“Wait. Aren’t you hungry—did you even eat dinner?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to eat.”
I totally rolled my eyes while he laughed. His lips found the hollow in my neck, and he licked his way up to my mouth.
“Guy.” I breathed, my body already responding to his touch. “Isn’t it weird? If I sleep over?” I’d been stewing all evening over this. “Your mom is here.”
He stopped kissing me and I immediately felt the loss. “First of all, my mother’s not here, she’s two rooms down. You’re mine, Jules. You belong here, with me. You’re not going anywhere. And there’s no way in hell I’m not making love to you.”
I love you.
Nope, didn’t say it. He stunned me into silence again.
“Besides, I’m pretty sure she didn’t think I showered Finn with my clothes on.” Embarrassing, I hadn’t thought about that. “We’re adults. She’s crazy about you—she’s not going to think twice about what we do in our bed. Trust me, my mom is probably squealing like a baby pig in her dreams.”
I didn’t ask, partly because I wasn’t sure what to say to all that. Our bed, squealing pigs. And partly because he had already parted my lips with the tip of his tongue. He kissed the corner of my mouth, trailing nips to my earlobe. His fingers slid back, lifting my hair to dig into my scalp. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. God, I’d missed his touch.
I wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t want to be anywhere else.
Not ever.
All tenderness was gone. He ravished my neck, my chest, then back up my lips. Our tongues twisted and tangled, sucking and licking with a passionate urgency.
“I need you, Jules,” he grunted, raw and desperate. “No more minutes, no more leaving. Not tonight.”
“I’m here.”
That was all he needed to hear. My damp garment was up and over my head, my bra drifting to the floor. His hot mouth was on one nipple, while his warm hand kneaded the other.
I never wanted to be anywhere else.
“So hot,” I groaned, feasting on her silky skin. She tasted so unbelievably delicious. I couldn’t get enough of her. “Fuck, Jules, you’re making me crazy.”
Being quiet was not going to be easy. I walked her backwards until her legs bumped my bed. I fisted my T-shirt up and over my head and kicked off my gym shorts. Bending her knees, she scooted back and unapologetically roamed my body with a hunger in her eyes that matched my own. I tugged at the waistline of her black leggings, whipping them off. A tiny piece of lace fabric was all that was left. I crawled between her long legs, stopping to inhale a scent that should be bottled. Sweet apples, Jesus. I had to get a taste. Sweeping the lace to the side, I made a single long stroke from her tight ring straight up to her bundle of nerves, leaving me intoxicated, yet starving for more. I needed to be inside her. Now. Her eyes fell to half-mast as she groaned, arching her back off the bed.
“Making. Me. Crazy,” she panted while I tongued my way back up her smooth torso, leaving a trail of small goosebumps following in my wake. I teased and tweaked her full breasts until she writhed below me. She inched her foot up my inner thigh, her breath hitching when she brushed against my pulsing cock. “I missed you. God, I missed you so much.”
“Me too. You have no idea.” My heart drilled against my ribs as she slid her hands up along my chest. Her pulse in her neck quickened under my tongue as I continued up, stopping only millimeters from her lips. Her breath was labored, her eyes wild. “I meant what I said, doll, I love you.” I wanted to say it again, since I may not have been clear earlier. She needed to know I loved her more than I knew how to handle. And because I wasn’t positive I had the control to make love to her like she deserved. I was too far gone.
Whimpering against my mouth, she mumbled, “Then show me. Please don’t make me wait. I need you too.”
No way in hell I’d make my woman beg. Fuck it. We’d do slow and gentle later. I crushed my mouth against hers, frantic and ravenous. She clutched my upper back, squishing my chest against her tits, wanting closer. Closer I could do. Lifting her hips, she rubbed herself against me, sending a jolt straight to my straining groin.
“Jules,” I hissed. Any more pressure, I’d never make it inside her. I pulled at my aching balls to release some of the building tension before easing my fingers in and out of her soft center. Dragging her wetness up to her clit, I circled the swollen bud, letting her throaty moans guide my pressure. Jesus, I loved her sounds. I loved more that they were for my ears only.
The tip of her thumb traced my most sensitive spot before she gripped my shaft, working it up and down. I bucked against her hand, sucking in sharp breaths and feeling the drill against my ribs accelerate.
She guided my tip directly to her entrance and whispered, “Please, I want to feel you. All of you … I’ve had an IUD for years, and I trust you. If you’re okay, I’m okay.”
My gut clamped down for a second thinking about how I hadn’t been bare since the last time with my wife. Over the years I’d slept with a few women, but bare was never a consideration. For me, that connection was too real and reserved for a woman who owned my heart. I never expected to find that again.
Jules was my exception.
She was my heart.
And I was ecstatic.
“Know we haven’t talked about it, just so you know, I haven’t been …” She misread my momentary pause, so I attacked her mouth to shut her up. It worked. Too well.
Before I erupted all over her from a kiss alone, I rolled us over and sat her up.
“Fuck, yes. You on top, doll. I want to watch you come apart.”
Any apprehension she had vanished, replaced with the sexiest grin I’d ever seen. She shimmied back, dropped her head, and licked me from the base of my balls straight up to the tip, still grinning. When she wrapped her lips around my entire cock and sucked deep, I saw stars. She knew exactly how to take care of me. Shit, it felt fucking phenomenal. But tonight was about us. As one.
“You know how much I love your mouth around my cock, but tonight I need you up here, doll.”
She popped up; laughter igniting her smile while her cheeks blushed. I hoped that never changed, that I could always get that reaction out of her. Without hesitation, she guided me back to her entrance and slowly sank onto my throbbing cock, our cores melding together. I inhaled a lungful, finally letting myself relax.
“Ah, you feel so fucking good, so warm.” Like home.
She covered my lips with her finger, trying to quiet me. Fuck if I cared right this second who heard us. My hands slid along her hips and tight abs, making their way to her supple breasts. Bracing herself on my shoulders, she wiggled her pelvis in just the right way, taking me deeper, taking me to the spot she needed me. She was in control and so damn sexy, turning me on even more, if that was possible. Her silky strands hung around her shoulders, and her tits bounced with each thrust. A small o formed on her lips as tiny gasps and moans slipped from her mouth.
“Look at me, doll.”
Our eyes collided like that first bolt of lightning across an ominous sky. Our bodies like the powerful claps of thunder, feverishly rocking against each other. Gripping her hips, I quickened our pace, surging in and out, over and over, reveling in the feel of our skin on skin. Her breaths became more staccato, and her gasps and moans grew harsher as she rasped, “Oh God, Guy, I can feel it.” Her torso began to droop a little as her orgasm began to rip through her body. She clenched and spasmed around my swollen cock, milking it like I’d never felt. My own climax built with such an intensity I was seconds away from exploding.
“Let go. Come for me, Jules.”
She squeezed my arms so hard, finger impressions were sure to be left behind, as she shouted my name and unabashedly pivoted her hips, setting off an eruption of pleasure that wracked through my body. I watched her honey caramels darken to almost black as she rode our endless tidal wave.
This was our perfect storm.
Together.
With nothing between us.
“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, collapsing onto my chest. “So fucking good.”
I cocked my head to the side and tried to look at her. I could feel her smile against my shoulder. “Did you just say—?”
“What?” she asked, starting to laugh. “It was. And it deserved a swear word.”
Her body began to shake from her silent laughter. My cock twitched a few times, meeting her movements, and she shook harder. But I wanted to hear it. Hear her. I pulled out and flipped her onto her back to blow raspberries beneath her chin. That was all it took, the beautiful sound that literally took my breath away filled my bedroom.
“Wait.”
Oh, here we go again.
“Wait for what?”
“Shh.” She slid her finger against my lips. “Remember when we were giving Finn the shower ...”
I had no idea where she was going with this, but she didn’t look like she wanted to bolt, so I went with it. “Yeah doll, it was only a few hours ago.” She bit her cheek, smiled, and slapped my bare chest. Definitely not going to bolt.
“I’m serious, I need to say this. When you told me on a whim, with no warning whatsoever, that you loved me, well, it was too much. I mean, not too much like that. Because my God, I hoped that you loved me because I love you so damn much it hurts. I just mean that it was too much for me in that moment. Because I was trying to process you with Finn and how amazingly special and beautiful that moment was, and how you chose me to be a part. And then you go and tell me you love me … ah, ugh. And I just wasn’t prepared.”
I busted out laughing for a good five minutes. When I could finally catch my breath, and her huffing and puffing was at an all-time high, I said, “Did you just tell me you love me?”
“Well, no. Not yet. Because you’ve been laughing so freaking hard. I haven’t had a chance.”
“Yes, you did. I heard it. You most definitely said it. But by all means, don’t let me stop you from saying it again. I’ve got forever, doll.”
“Jeez. Now you’re just ruining it.” She flung her arms around and wiggled up to sitting. “Not that my I love you had a chance to stand up to yours.”
I kissed her naked shoulder. God, she was adorable. “Are we really comparing I love yous? Is that even a thing? If so, let’s call it even. I’m sure you imagined better than ‘who loves ya?’”