Chapter 16 DAVIE
DAVIE
Cormac becomes a blur through the tears threatening to fall. He's saying all the right things, but he's the wrong man.
I can't sleep with my sister's baby daddy.
It doesn’t matter that he’s my husband.
He’s Jessica’s ex-one-night stand.
“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours. I know you’re overthinking when all you should be doing is feeling.”
His thumb swipes over my clit to remind me of the delicious rhythm of his hand between my thighs.
As if I could forget.
How I’m managing a coherent conversation at a time like this is a damn miracle.
“This isn’t right,” I say. “You’re my nephew’s father. You’re my sister’s—”
“I’m your husband,” he grits out. “I don't remember your sister, but I sure as hell will remember you. There’s no fucking comparison.”
“It doesn’t feel that way. It feels wrong. Like I’m stepping into my sister’s place. Like I’m her replacement, and we’re nothing alike. If you wanted Jessica, then I don’t understand how you can want me.”
There. My worst fear announced. Being his second choice, even if logically I understand it was just sex between them.
Cormac removes his fingers from my pussy and holds them in the air in front of my face. “See this? See how wet you are for me?” His other hand frees my grip on the counter and places my palm over the large bulge running down his thigh. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am for you?”
“This has nothing to do with your fucking sister. This is about you and me. You’re not a consolation prize for Jessica. I doubt I could pick her out of a lineup; she's that fuzzy in my memory. But you?”
He huffs like an angry grizzly and clamps my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’d find you from the merest whisper of your breath. The faintest hint of your scent. Because you’re engraved on my bones.”
His lips stamp a harsh kiss to mine before trailing over my cheek to my ear as he resumes teasing my clit. “Davie Madsen.” Sharp teeth nip at my earlobe before a hot tongue licks away the sting. “My wife… The people in your life failed you, but I won't.”
“You can't promise that.”
“Yes, I can. Because no matter what happens, what mistakes I make, I'll fight like hell to fix them.”
The line between right and wrong blurs with each kiss and caress. Pleasure blooms and pops, and I can’t resist grabbing onto Cormac, desperate for release. For stability. For reassurance.
“Cormac…” I moan, my lungs fighting for air.
“Say it again,” he commands. “Say my name.”
“Cormac… Cormac… Cor—” The crash of the orgasm tears a strangled scream from my throat.
Jesse’s down the hall sleeping. I can’t wake him.
Cormac’s strong arm around my back anchors me in place as he lightens his touch at my core, carefully easing me through my climax until I’m a sweaty mess collapsed on his chest.
His bearded cheek nuzzles into the hollow between my neck and shoulder, and I shiver at his tender kiss—a brand of ownership in my pleasure-addled mind.
“We’re spending the day together. You, me, and Jesse. Like a family,” Cormac growls. “I’ll be back to pick you up at noon.”
And with one last kiss, he’s gone, leaving me wondering what the hell I’m doing.