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I feel my heartbeat quicken. “Umm, well besides Annie, yes.”
“She’s listening to music on her headphones,” he says. “I don’t think she’ll hear us.”
“Hear us what?” I say, shivering as a rush of pleasure rolls through my body.
“Last night,” he says, “When I said I needed six months, it was because I thought it would take my wife and I that long to split up. It didn’t. We split up last night.”
“Oh,” I say. It’s the only noise I can make over my pounding heart and increasingly ragged breathing.
Then his lips are on mine, I can’t make any noise at all. He kisses me urgently, powerfully, and I am immediately his. My body belongs to him, to do with as he sees fit and the only thing I can do is hold on while his hands explore me.
I don’t even realize I’m naked until his hand slides in between my legs and I discover nothing is separating his fingers from my clit. I gasp as bolts of lightning shoot through me. “Oh my God, Val!” I cry out.
I hope he’s right about Annie listening to music because I don’t even make it to the couch before my orgasm hits and I cry out and shudder over his arm.
I’m still screaming from the first orgasm when he drops me onto the couch and slams into me. He thrusts fast and hard and my orgasm never calms but instead increases in intensity and pleasure until I can only spasm and shake and cry out underneath him.
By some miracle, when he cries out and begins to pulse inside me, I have enough energy left to grind my hips and squeeze my pussy around him so his orgasm lasts as long as I can make it last. When he finally collapses over me, I wrap my arms and legs around him and hold him close.
“Oh, yes, Val,” I say. “Stay with me. Please.”
“I will,” he says, through ragged breaths. “I will.”
CHAPTER SIX
Valentine
I sit at the breakfast table and share a smile with Gwen as Vince excitedly recounts his new student orientation trip at the university. Things have gotten much easier between us over the past four weeks. We sleep in different beds, and we rarely show each other any affection beyond a quick peck on the cheek for the kids’ benefit but the cold silences are gone and we’re able to talk without any resentment or bitterness. It’s a little sad to admit, but this feels like the closest we’ve been to each other in years.
“They even have video games!” Vince says.
“Well, you’re not going to spend a lot of time on those,” I say, “because you’re going to focus on your studies.”
He rolls his eyes. “Good point, Dad. I’m glad you brought that up. I mean, I only got a full-ride academic scholarship to one of the top schools in the world by pure luck. I wouldn’t want to carry any bad habits to school that might clue them into what a lazy good-for-nothing I am.”
“You want to watch the attitude?” I joke. “I might be old, but I can still take a puppy like you.”
He grins and says, “You have to catch me first. You know us coyote blends. We might not be able to attack as powerfully as our wolf side but we can lope with the best of the coyotes.”
“How about we save the running for another day?” Gwen interrupts. She points at Vince. “You told Father Karrick you’d help with the new playground today.”
“Aww, Mom, do I have to?” he whines. “We’re not even Catholic!”
“That’s not the point,” she says. “You made a promise and you need to keep it, whether you want to or not.”
Her face falters a little bit as she realizes what she says. I lay a hand on her shoulder for support, and she smiles gratefully at me. I look at Vince and say seriously, “Your mother’s right, son. You offered to help, and you will keep your promise.”
“Okay, okay,” he says. “Jeez, you guys are getting crabby in your old age.”
“Don’t make me kick your ass,” I quip. “Come on, it’s time to get ready.”
“I’ll take him,” Gwen says. “I need to stop by the office to clean everything out and take it to my new workplace.”
On my advice, Gwen quit her old job so there wouldn’t be any impropriety in her relationship with her now ex-boss. I nod to her and turn to Vince. “Better shape up, son. Your mother isn’t as forgiving as I am.”
“Oh, you’re both pushovers,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m the perfect child.”
“Oh my God!” I exclaim and I look at Gwen. “Did something happen to Kiara? Is she okay?”