Chapter 25 #2
“Yes, I was married to Katrina. I was besotted with her. Honestly…” I swallow and my fingers trail up to undo the top button of my shirt.
Suddenly I felt like I’m choking. My eyes become a little hazy and I am embarrassed at the way I am acting. But I haven’t spoken about this. Ever.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, catching my vulnerability.
She stands from the table and walks around to where I am seated.
She nestles herself on my lap, legs either side of me, her small hands cradling my face as she levels her eyes with mine.
My heart that was racing at a million miles an hour slows to a steady beat.
My stomach that was twisted so tight slowly begins to unravel and the sweat that was beading on my palms slowly disappears.
It was because of her.
She was my calm.
She was my peace.
She was my safety.
Swallowing, the doors open and I twist my head to face them, the waiter glances at us and I give him a subtle nod. I don’t want him to think there was something going on. He walks over and places the glasses down on the table, turning quickly and closing the door.
Ana?s pulls my face to hers, dusting her lips over mine before whispering, “Carry on.”
I groan, but I know she deserves to know. More than that, though, it’ll do me good.
“We met young, and I knew from the moment I saw her she was going to be the woman I would marry. Dark brown hair, pale skin, blue eyes… she made me feel like I was the only person in the world.” I hate that I am doing this, hate that I am spilling this onto her, and hate that she could be listening to this and thinking she is a rebound, that she isn’t my type.
The truth was, she was everything and more.
Everything I felt with Katrina was amplified with Ana?s.
It was something so much stronger than lust and desire, it was like an out of world experience, a gravitational pull so strong that it wouldn’t matter how much I tried to stay away, I couldn’t.
Like our souls were mapped in the stars and until we were together, neither of us would feel settled.
I truly believed we have met before, our souls linked and entwined, like an invisible string connecting us in every lifetime. Finally, I found her in this one.
“She was there through my career, and she gave me the best present in the world, our son.” Her hands slowly drop from my face, and she places them on my chest, my heartbeat drumming under her fingers.
“But, when Royce got to a certain age, something shifted. She just wasn’t happy.
She blamed me for that. Blamed me for Royce.
She never wanted him, never wanted this lifestyle…
” I sigh heavily. “We went to therapy, we tried. Fuck, I tried to make it work, to give Royce his parents and pray that she would find her way back to me. Then, on one winter Friday morning, I came home to find a note and an empty wardrobe. She had left. She didn’t want anything to do with me and Royce, and she asked me not to contact her.
Of course, I tried, but she vanished like a ghost. I was left bringing up a young boy, alone.
She hurt me in a way that no one should.
She broke me into a million pieces, and I swear, like a mirror ball, I saw every version of myself.
I wasn’t a bad guy. I loved her fiercely. But still, I wasn’t enough.”
I suck in a breath.
“So yeah, that’s my story. I never settled down again, sure, I had flings but after a while…
well.” I sigh heavily. Her blue eyes are rimmed with tears, tracing over my face, catching every single detail.
“Don’t cry over me, Ace,” I whisper and she gives a tight smile, my hand cupping her face as I wipe a tear away with my thumb.
“That must have been really hard.” Her voice is barely audible.
“It was,” I admit, and the persistent ache that I had grown accustomed to slowly wilts away. “But I got through it. We both did. I made a promise to myself that Royce would grow up not resenting his mother, so I know I did one thing right out of it all.”
“He never once spoke ill of her, not that he said much, but when he did, none of it was bad,” she confirms and my heart swells.
“I’ve laid myself bare here, Ace. My chest is open wide, and you can see all of me.
Every broken piece, every dark crevice of my soul.
This is who I am. I’m broken, but you…” I pause but before I can utter another word, her lips press into mine, our tongues slowly moulding together and her body sinks into me.
My hands skim around her waist, holding her against me, scared to let her go.
“I want every piece of you, Creed,” she whispers between our kisses before she pulls away and I groan.
“The thing is, I am broken too, but I know we will fix each other up, piece by piece until we’re whole again.
At the same time, we have to make peace with our past, make peace with the parts of us that are broken, because without them, we wouldn’t be us. ”
My hand trails up her spine, teasing her neck and locking it around the back of her head as I pull her mouth to mine.
“I think I am falling in love with you, Ace,” I murmur.
“I think I am falling right back,” she whispers.
Her lips press into a wide grin before I lose myself in our kiss. I’m placing my chips on red. I am all fucking in.
Pulling into my driveway, I glance over at her and my heart flutters. I am obsessed with her. More than I have ever been with anyone in my life. Katrina had me, but Ana?s… fuck, this was a different league.
Turning the engine off, I walk around to her side of the car and take her hand as I lead her up the steps and into my home.
“I told myself I wouldn’t come home with you tonight,” she says as I close the door behind her and I raise a brow.
“Why’s that?”
“Because I have company…” She trails off, stepping back and kicking off her shoes.
“No, Ace, keep the shoes on.”
Her blue eyes flick to mine. “Mr Lexington…” she teases my name.
Closing the gap between us in two long strides, her eyes volley between mine.
“Fuck, my name sounds good leaving your lips.”
My lips break into a smile as I lean in to kiss her, her hands pressing against my chest delicately. I moan into her mouth as her tongue caresses mine, her body melting against me. My arm snakes around her waist, pulling her close to me, our kiss deepening as I lose myself in her.
She backs towards the stairs. My fingers curl into her hips as she begins walking backwards up the stairs, and I follow her, desperate to be close to her.
I need her. I am so fucking needy, and I don’t want to wait a moment more.
Pulling her towards me, her lips break from mine, eyes lifting, and a slow smirk sinks to the corner of my mouth.
“What are you doing?” Her breathy words swirl around me.
“I can’t wait, Ace,” I murmur, dropping my lips to her shoulders, trailing her skin in soft kisses.
She is slightly above me, her hands resting around the back of my neck.
I guide her down so she is sitting on the edge of the step, her knees knocking open as I lower myself and nestle between them.
A growl vibrates in my throat as her little black dress slips up her thighs.
My large hand rests on her warm skin, causing my fingertips to tingle, drifting up my arm until they explode into tiny fragments inside my chest.
Trailing my fingers higher, I skim them gently across the front of her panties, brushing them across her clit. She whimpers, her arms still loosely around my neck as I tease her, her hips rolling forward.
“Needy little thing aren’t you, baby?”
She nods, her head pressed against mine as she watches me. “Only for you,” she whispers, her breath catching as I slip two fingers inside her delicate thong and push inside of her. Her head hits my shoulder as I pump then in and out at a slow and torturous pace.
“You drive me wild, Ace,” I murmur as I press my lips against her neck, placing soft kisses against her pulse point.
Her body falls apart beneath me, her cunt tightening around my fingers and I groan. Nipping at her skin, my insides coil, and my cock throbs in my trousers, desperate to be inside of her.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers as my thumb brushes against her clit.
“Oh, baby,” I grumble.
Her fingers fumble with the button, and our lips crash together, our kiss messy as desperation invades both of us.
My cock is in her hands, and she pumps them up and down, pre cum sitting at the tip.
My haze filled gaze drops between our bodies, and I am so fucking turned on watching her.
Slipping my fingers from her, I curl my hand around hers and line myself up at her soaked opening.
Nudging into her tight cunt, I tease her as I edge in and out.
“Creed,” she whimpers.
Her eyes are locked on mine, her fingers curled around the balustrades as I roll my hips forward, filling her in one swift thrust. She gasps, her knuckles turning white as her other hand claws the carpet beneath her.
“You feel so good,” I say, pulling out to the tip before filling her again.
I slip the strap of her dress down, I release her full tits and my hot mouth edges forward.
I lock my lips around her nipples, flicking my tongue, caressing the sensitive skin.
This isn’t soft and slow, this is hard, punishing, almost aggressive as I drive my cock in and out of her soaked pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, biting on my bottom lip. Her hand skims down her body as she teases her clit with her fingers and it drives me wild.
“You’re so hot. Fuck, I can’t believe you’re mine,” I rasp.
My tongue in her mouth and I feel her back begin to bow beneath me. Her breaths are ragged, and I know she is getting close.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I coax.
She turns her beautiful blue eyes on me and I watch as she comes undone beneath me. Her glossed lips part as a moan escapes, her cheeks turning pink. Watching her come has become one of my favourite things to witness.
When I am satisfied that she has given me everything, I fill her pretty pussy full of me. Lowering my lips to her forehead, I press soft kisses against her dewy skin, inhaling her scent, letting myself soak in every second.