mean to. She was a willing participant, but things went too far and got out of hand. My greatest fear is hurting you, but not physically. I don’t want to lose you, Raine. I really want to see where this goes between us.”
Part of me says to run; the other part says to give him a chance. What’s the worst that could happen? Get a broken heart? I’ve been through much worse.
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance. I feel the same way about you too.” I smile.
“Good, now come over here and kiss me,” he demands.
I’m in heaven. I never saw myself with another man so soon after my divorce, but here I am. Sly’s woman. This is crazy; life is crazy.
I lean over and kiss him, then I end up underneath him. He kisses me possessively and passionately, and I devour it. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go,” he confesses.
I smile against his lips as they brush against mine, his body towering over mine. Right now, in this moment…I. Am. Happy.
Chapter Fourteen
RAINE
It’s been two months since Sly and I made it official. He’s showing me every day that I deserve to be happy, and I almost believe him, most of the time. Something holds me back from loving him fully and completely, even though he makes me smile every day.
Today is Thanksgiving, and his mom has invited us both over to eat. Right now, I’m in the kitchen making breakfast before we head out, and Sly has his arms snaked around my waist as he nuzzles my neck.
“That tickles,” I say, squirming.
Suddenly, the smell of breakfast overwhelms me and I make a mad dash to the bathroom with Sly on my heels and my hand over my mouth. I throw up in the toilet, while Sly grabs a washcloth and soaks it under the faucet.
“Are you okay?” he asks, eye widening.
“I think so,” I say, standing back up.
He hands me the wet cloth and I clean my face.
“Are you sure you’re okay? We can stay here and you can rest,” he assures me.
“No, I’m fine. I need to finish breakfast.” I start to walk out the bathroom.
He presses his lips to my forehead. “Well, you aren’t running a fever. Come on, you sit and I’ll finish cooking,” he says.
“I don’t think I can eat. Do you have any saltine crackers?” I clutch my stomach.
He rushes over to the pantry and grabs a box, tearing open a sleeve of crackers. He puts some on a plate and hands them to me. He looks worried.
“I’ll be fine, I just need to eat some crackers to settle my stomach.” I give him a weak smile. He bends down and kisses my head as he sets the plate in front of me. I think my greatest fear is settling into reality. But I don’t want to think about that right now, not yet anyway.
“You sure you want to go to my parents’ house?” He sits next to me while he eats.
“I’m sure. I’m fine, Sly. Don’t worry.”
“Why don’t you go lie down for a bit and I can clean this up?” He nudges me.
I relent. “Okay, but only for an hour.”
***
After resting, my stomach has finally settled and I’m feeling better than I was earlier. Everyone is gathered around the table at Sly’s parents’ home. They are used to me being around—Sly and I haven’t missed a Sunday lunch since he first introduced me.
“Are you feeling okay, dear? Sly mentioned you were sick earlier,” Anne asks.
“Oh yes, I’m fine now. It was nothing. Dinner was delicious, Anne. Thank you so much for having me,” I say, grabbing some dishes to clear the table while the men are gathered in the living room.
“Why don’t you let us clear? Go in and rest with Sly,” she pleads, and I obey her.
Walking in the living room, all the men are spread out. Asher is taking up the whole love seat, already conked out, as well as Sly’s dad, James, on the couch, and Carina’s husband is asleep in the chair. The only one awake is Sly, sitting on the plush carpet. He holds his hand out and gently pulls me down against him. I fall between his
Part of me says to run; the other part says to give him a chance. What’s the worst that could happen? Get a broken heart? I’ve been through much worse.
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance. I feel the same way about you too.” I smile.
“Good, now come over here and kiss me,” he demands.
I’m in heaven. I never saw myself with another man so soon after my divorce, but here I am. Sly’s woman. This is crazy; life is crazy.
I lean over and kiss him, then I end up underneath him. He kisses me possessively and passionately, and I devour it. “You’re mine now, and I’m never letting you go,” he confesses.
I smile against his lips as they brush against mine, his body towering over mine. Right now, in this moment…I. Am. Happy.
Chapter Fourteen
RAINE
It’s been two months since Sly and I made it official. He’s showing me every day that I deserve to be happy, and I almost believe him, most of the time. Something holds me back from loving him fully and completely, even though he makes me smile every day.
Today is Thanksgiving, and his mom has invited us both over to eat. Right now, I’m in the kitchen making breakfast before we head out, and Sly has his arms snaked around my waist as he nuzzles my neck.
“That tickles,” I say, squirming.
Suddenly, the smell of breakfast overwhelms me and I make a mad dash to the bathroom with Sly on my heels and my hand over my mouth. I throw up in the toilet, while Sly grabs a washcloth and soaks it under the faucet.
“Are you okay?” he asks, eye widening.
“I think so,” I say, standing back up.
He hands me the wet cloth and I clean my face.
“Are you sure you’re okay? We can stay here and you can rest,” he assures me.
“No, I’m fine. I need to finish breakfast.” I start to walk out the bathroom.
He presses his lips to my forehead. “Well, you aren’t running a fever. Come on, you sit and I’ll finish cooking,” he says.
“I don’t think I can eat. Do you have any saltine crackers?” I clutch my stomach.
He rushes over to the pantry and grabs a box, tearing open a sleeve of crackers. He puts some on a plate and hands them to me. He looks worried.
“I’ll be fine, I just need to eat some crackers to settle my stomach.” I give him a weak smile. He bends down and kisses my head as he sets the plate in front of me. I think my greatest fear is settling into reality. But I don’t want to think about that right now, not yet anyway.
“You sure you want to go to my parents’ house?” He sits next to me while he eats.
“I’m sure. I’m fine, Sly. Don’t worry.”
“Why don’t you go lie down for a bit and I can clean this up?” He nudges me.
I relent. “Okay, but only for an hour.”
***
After resting, my stomach has finally settled and I’m feeling better than I was earlier. Everyone is gathered around the table at Sly’s parents’ home. They are used to me being around—Sly and I haven’t missed a Sunday lunch since he first introduced me.
“Are you feeling okay, dear? Sly mentioned you were sick earlier,” Anne asks.
“Oh yes, I’m fine now. It was nothing. Dinner was delicious, Anne. Thank you so much for having me,” I say, grabbing some dishes to clear the table while the men are gathered in the living room.
“Why don’t you let us clear? Go in and rest with Sly,” she pleads, and I obey her.
Walking in the living room, all the men are spread out. Asher is taking up the whole love seat, already conked out, as well as Sly’s dad, James, on the couch, and Carina’s husband is asleep in the chair. The only one awake is Sly, sitting on the plush carpet. He holds his hand out and gently pulls me down against him. I fall between his
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