Settled on Ford’s lap, I sip from his mug of coffee while he reads the paper. This is how we spend our mornings now that the tour has come to an end. While I finished out the last leg, Ford followed me from stop to stop, working remotely. He refused to leave me for even one night after he showed up with ice cream for our “first date.”
Our new kitten, Sera, short for Serendipity, jumps up onto the table, and I scoop her into my lap while Ford lets out a gruff harrumph. I press a kiss to his cheek, earning myself a smile before he goes back to reading the paper. These are the moments I live for. When it’s just me and the man I love hidden away in our house on the water in the most beautiful small town.
Buttons and my white cat Lyric are cuddled on the floor by our feet.
“Oh shit,” Ford says, holding out the paper for me to see.
“Beckett Langfield Picks Pinup Models over Preschoolers,” I read. The article goes on to explain how the owner of the Boston Revs turned down a charity event for kids in favor of the swimsuit models. “That’s some bad press.”
With a laugh, Ford pries Sera out of my arms and sets her on the floor, though he’s sure to give her a good nuzzle before he shifts me so that I am straddling him and drags his hands up under the fabric of my shirt.
“I’m sure his head of PR will be busy trying to spin that.”
I laugh as I press my palms to his chest. “Poor Liv.” I’ve met Olivia Maxwell, the woman who handles PR for Langfield Corp on a few occasions. She certainly has her hands full with Gavin and Beckett and both sports teams.
Ford strokes a thumb over my nipple, and I arch into him. When I let loose a moan, power flares in his eyes. “You wet for me already, Red?”
His voice taunts me. It’s dark and twisted how much I love when he treats me like this.
I roll my hips against his erection, and he lifts my shirt, taking my nipple between his teeth. The pain of the bite only spurs me to rock against him in a steady rhythm. In seconds, I’m ready to combust. He laves the nipple, soothing it for a moment before giving the same attention to the other.
“Yes,” I chant, encouraging him. “Please, Ford.”
“Please what, baby? What does my gorgeous girl need right now?” Lust-filled eyes drink me in as his hands smooth up and down my hips and thighs. His thumb skates beneath my cotton pajama shorts, pushing upward until he reaches my pubic bone. “That’s my good girl. No panties. Are you soaking my cock right now? Gushing for me?”
His words flicker through my body like a lick of heat, and I fall back, giving him more access.
Ford chuckles darkly against my belly as he lifts me up and settles me on the kitchen table. He’s got my shorts off a heartbeat later, and then his palms are pushing my thighs apart. From between my legs, he looks up at me, tortured and beautiful. “Always sparkling for me.” He glides his tongue between my lips.
The move sends a shudder rippling through me, and I spiral in anticipation of the sweet release he’s going to bring me. I close my eyes, enjoying the way his tongue works me over, and groan when he adds a finger and fucks me with both that and his tongue until I’m panting. But it’s not enough. All I want is his cock. Need it really.
“Ford,” I purr. “Please.”
His breath tickles the tender skin of my inner thighs as he laughs. He knows exactly what I need. “You feeling empty, Red? Need me to fill you?”
“God, yes,” I mutter.
The slap to my clit is so surprising I almost come on the spot.
“Ford,” he reminds me, the single word rough. “It’s only my name on that tongue when you’re coming.”
“Then hurry the fuck up and give me my cock already!”
He takes half a step back and drops his pants. Then he’s fisting his shaft and torturing me as he rubs it against my swollen clit. “This cock? You demanding this one?” he teases, possessive pride in his expression. It’s how he always is. Constantly fighting for me to fight for what I want. To fight for myself.
“Yes, Ford. I need it.”
Hovering close, he kisses me, his cock heavy against my clit as he does. “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” Then he arches back and crosses my legs, making me impossibly tight as he slides inside me and thrusts slowly, drawing out the pleasure. “Play with your clit, baby. I want you to milk my cock.”
We go on like that until we’re both pulsing and cursing and panting our I love yous into the new day. After we’ve both come, he pulls out and hands me my shorts.
When the doorbell rings, a devilish smile takes over Ford’s face. “Forgot to mention Paul was stopping by.”
I race to put on my shorts as he heads for the door. Halfway there, he hollers, “And don’t you even think about cleaning yourself up.” He turns around, and his gaze captures me. “I want you dripping with me until I tell you to stop.”
Oh my god. My pussy spasms in response to his words, sending the first drops of his pleasure leaking from me. I blink a few times and blow out a calming breath. Then I rush to the sink so I can wash my hands and quickly fix my hair before my ex appears.
We’ve yet to meet face to face since he blew up my entire life, and I oddly don’t feel much of anything about it. Other than sticky, since his father made a complete mess out of me.
I know when he’s gone, Ford will force us both into the shower and probably make me come a couple more times. Then we’ll spend the afternoon lazing around before heading to dinner with Nate and Amelia. Life in this small town is at complete odds with the life I was leading only a month ago, but I’ve settled in quickly. Most days I still can’t believe how at home I feel here.
I’m tempted to say thank you to Paul. His actions forced me to step out of my comfort zone. Pushed me to search for what truly made me happy. When his father steps back into the room wearing a big smile and spins me so I can face my ex, I know without a doubt that things are exactly as they were meant to be.
Paul shakes his head, eyes wide as he looks from me to Ford and back again. “I can’t believe this. My dad’s actually your boyfriend?”
“No.” I wiggle my fingers, letting the rock on my hand sparkle in the kitchen light. His dad is my fiancé. “But karma is.”
THE END
