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She reaches for the headboard, bracing herself as I grip her harder and circle my tongue against her sweet clit. Riding my face, her hips buck and quiet moans fill the room. I’m certain she’s about to come when she sits up, flips her position, and turns her attention back to my cock. Taking me into her wet mouth once more, I melt into the mattress beneath her, gaze fixed on the ceiling and hardly able to see straight. When I get my shit together, I run my hands along her inner thighs before dragging her panties down and sliding two fingers into her wet slit. A minute later, she’s riding my face, reverse cowgirl style, my cock deep in her mouth as she moans, the vibrations taking me out of this hotel room, out of this fucking world.

She works my length harder, faster, her moans growing louder the greedier my tongue becomes. When her pussy pulses against my lips, I know she’s close. A moment later, I let myself go, filling her waiting mouth as her hips buck and her body unfurls, relaxing against me in a collapsed heap of pent-up exhaustion.

Maybe we didn’t fuck, but I’ve never been this satisfied in my life.

When it’s over, she climbs from the bed and disappears into the bathroom as I lie spent, unable to move. The faucet runs and she emerges a few minutes later in nothing more than her lace bra and matching panties. I watch her body, outlined by shadows and light, as she retrieves a silk nightie from her suitcase and slips it over her head before unfastening her bra.

Guess we won’t be sleeping naked tonight …

Without a word, I head to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When I come out, she’s fast asleep, covers pulled to her chin as per usual. Climbing in beside her, I think about pulling her against me just to breathe in her sweet scent and bask in her warm, soft afterglow. It’s a strange desire, wanting to be close to her. Normally when this sort of thing happens, it’s the other way around. I’ve never been one for spooning after sex or anything remotely couple-y. But once again, I can’t help but feel as if I didn’t get all of her tonight.

And good God, do I want all of her.

But I think better of it because that’s the kind of thing a boyfriend would do, and we both agreed not to complicate this. We even shook on it …

Rolling to my side, I shut down my urges with a massive dose of self-control. But an hour later, I’m wide awake, replaying tonight in my head. And in the middle of the night, I turn to watch her sleep, utterly absorbed by the one woman who can never be mine.





Thirty-Three





Sophie

Past



My morning started with two pink lines and ended with me walking out of Planned Parenthood with a sonogram tucked into my purse.

I don’t understand how this happened. I’ve been on the pill for years. And I don’t know how Nolan will react. We’ve never discussed what we’d do if something like this happened. I’ve been feeling tired and nauseous lately, chalking it up to stress. Between studying for mid-terms and running from school to Nolan’s hotel and back, I hadn’t had a chance to sit still in months. But when I finally looked at the calendar, it hit me…no period in eight weeks.

I sit in my car, tears streaming down my face as I call him.

“Hey, Soph.” He answers after the first ring.

I try to speak, but my lungs gasp for air as I hold back tears.

“Soph? You there?” he asks.

“Yeah.” My voice is a breathy whisper.

“What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

I wanted to tell him in person tonight, but that’s three hours from now, and I don’t want to sit with this for any longer than I have to.

“I’m pregnant,” I say.

His lack of a reaction makes me think of my mother, which only makes me want to cry more. She’s going to be beyond disappointed in me. Not to mention, she’s already got her hands full caring for Emmeline. Add a crying newborn to the mix …

“All right,” he finally speaks. “I’m in and out of meetings the rest of the afternoon, but we’ll talk about this tonight, okay? Don’t … don’t cry. Don’t get upset. We’ll figure this out.”

We end the call, and I check my reflection in the visor. There’ll be no hiding these bloodshot eyes or this puffy face. I can’t go home looking like this.

I drive around until I find an abandoned parking lot, and I have a good cry.

Nolan said we’d figure it out together.

I have to trust that he’ll know what to do, that he’ll have our best interests at heart—all three of them.





Thirty-Four





Sophie



Present



I wake naked, with a satisfied ache between my legs.

The bathroom door is ajar and fog leaks into the bedroom as Trey showers.

The water stops, and a minute later Trey steps out, white towel wrapped low around his hips. His abs glisten, still damp, and droplets of water form rivulets down his shoulders. The scent of soap and cedar fills the air, and when his gaze meets mine, he smiles—dimples and all.

My heart trips over itself, but I quickly remember last night, how quickly everything happened, how my inhibitions flew out the balcony windows, thanks to a few too many celebratory drinks and a pact made in good faith.

Tucking the sheets around me, I try not to make it obvious that I’m checking him out as I replay last night in my head. I can practically feel his feathered, frenzied strokes against my sex. In fact, my recollection is so vivid I almost come just thinking about it …