10. nix #2
Her long legs wrap around my hips, bringing our pelvises together.
The heat from her pussy meets my hardening cock, and before I know what I’m doing, I roll my hips, grinding myself against her once …
twice. Our kiss grows more frenzied, teeth clashing as she returns my fervor, rubbing herself harder against me.
Her fingers dig into my back, her short nails sharp against my skin.
I grip her hips, holding her in place, my fingers digging into the softness.
It feels like a dream. To be kissing Abbi. To have her return my affection. Something I was terrified would never happen again. We linger in the moment, giving and taking in equal measure, sighs ghosting between us as we leisurely grind against each other.
I question my past self for the mistakes I’ve made, the opportunities I’ve wasted.
The loss and devastation I’ve left in the wake of my neglect.
The possibility that I could lose this woman.
And I vow to do everything in my power to rekindle what we once had.
I’m willing to put the effort in to keep Abbi by my side.
To make her fall in love with me again. But I won’t use sex to do it—not until we can share a bed—so I slow our kiss with pecks and soft licks to the swollen pillows of her lips.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I open my eyes and regard my wife carefully, searching for any signs of regret. My shoulders relax when I find none, as her lips curve slightly.
“Can I take you out tonight, Abs?” I murmur breathlessly. Hope rises when she accepts my invitation with a simple nod. I swipe my thumb across her bottom lip, and she kisses it. “Thank you.”
I pull into the parking lot, and Abbi leans forward, peering through the windshield. With narrowed eyes, she turns to me. “What are we doing here?”
Instead of answering, I release her seatbelt and climb out of the car. Giddiness unfurls in my stomach as I jog around to her side and open her door. “I wanted to show you something,” I tell her as I help her down.
Taking her hand, a familiar spark races up my arm. She tugs her jacket tighter around her body as I lock my truck, then lead her toward the chain-link fence. She almost has to run to keep up with my long strides, but I’m eager to take her on a trip down memory lane.
She giggles as she tugs on my hand; the sound echoing around us and makes a direct hit to the muscle behind my ribs. “Slow down. My legs aren’t as long as yours.”
I slow my stride and smile apologetically. “Sorry.”
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks quietly as I open the gate and step onto the sports field of our old stomping ground.
“Because I wanted to share something important with you.” I stop and collect her free hand in mine. “Humor me?”
She nods, and I can’t stop the rusty smile that splits my face.
She and the kids are the only people who have ever made me smile as often as I do when I’m with them.
I guide her to the bleachers and lead her up the steps until I reach the fifth row, then tug her until we’re three-quarters of the way across.
“Sit here, please.”
She does as I ask, even though she doesn’t understand my motives yet.
But she will soon. I race down to the field and take up my high school position of tight end, then, bringing the memory forward, jog closer to where I was when my life changed forever.
I look up into the bleachers, finding Abbi watching me with curiosity, her hands tucked between her thighs for warmth.
“I was a sophomore when I caught a pass from my quarterback on this field.” I reenact the actions from so long ago as I explain to Abbi that I fell hook, line, and sinker for her before she even knew I existed.
“I was looking up to track him so we could make a trick play when my eyes caught on a girl I’d never seen before sitting right there in the bleachers.
” I point at her. “She was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen and became a major distraction throughout the game,” I laugh without humor because coach reamed my ass after the game.
“I missed so many passes and played my worst game ever because I couldn’t stop myself from seeking her out.
” I walk slowly toward my wife, who’s only grown more beautiful over the years.
“It only took me a few days to find out who the mystery girl was, and that she was new to our school. Abigail Murphy.” I smile to myself.
“I knew if I could build up enough courage to talk to you, that you’d be Abigail Steele one day. ”
Her mouth drops open a little. She had no idea I had harbored a huge crush on her for more than a year before I approached her. “But you only started talking to me halfway through our junior year.”