I frown because after everything we’d been through today, I assumed that us being together in the long run was the one thing she could be sure about.

  “You have doubts about me, now?” My voice sounds hurt and I know she can hear it because when her eyes meet mine, I can see the regret in her choice of words.

  “I wasn’t sure. That was intense. I mean my dad and my mom,” she winces. “Have they even been angry at you?”

  “No,” I answer honestly. “If anything, I mediated their arguments when we were in college. I was put in the middle of so many of their arguments fueled by tequila or jealousy or just stupidity. Not that it ever came anywhere near something like that.”

  “And now you may have lost your best friends because of me.”

  “Kevin and Michelle will come around eventually. I know them.”

  “You know the versions of them whose daughter you weren’t sleeping with. What if they never get over this?”

  “Then, I won’t have a relationship with my wife’s parents.” I shrug and her eyes widen at my words. “It’ll be hard, losing them. But, to your point, I chose them once and I spent three years being miserable.” I turn in my seat and rub my hand down her cheek, rubbing a thumb under her eye to collect the stray tears that had lingered on her skin. “I’m not losing you twice in a lifetime.”

  “JP.” Her bottom lip trembles and she sweeps her gaze away from me and toward the house. “Can we go inside? I want to forget for a little while. Forget that this happened and that everything’s a mess. I know it’s probably not the best idea. Avoidance but I need you.” I already know where her mind is going and my dick hardens thinking about the fact that being inside of her might be the only thing to calm us after what we’ve been through today. I follow her into the house and when I close the door behind her, she turns to face me. Her brown eyes sparkling with mischief and I half expect her to drop to her knees and pull my pants down. “Do you still have… our stuff?”

  Ah, that would have been my second guess. I raise an eyebrow knowing what she means by that and I make my way into the kitchen toward my bar cart. I was already planning to make us both a drink but if she’s asking for that then I know we definitely need whiskey. She follows behind me and presses up against me as I grab the highball glasses from my cabinet. “What did you have in mind?” I knew what she wanted but I wanted to hear her say it.

  “I do recall being told that you’d let me inside you again when I moved in.” She hops up on the counter and begins to swing her legs like she’d just asked for the most innocent thing in the world and not to fuck me with a strap-on. “I’m here to collect.”

  “Have you?” I ask her. “Moved in?”

  She looks up at the ceiling before turning as a cheeky grin spreads across her face. “Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t have any other options at the moment.” I shoot her a glare as I peel the orange for the old-fashioned drinks, I plan to make us. She presses her finger to my cheek which I notice she does when she wants my dimple to show and I can’t help but oblige her. “Can I move in, JP?” She flutters her eyes at me. “I would very much like to live with you… here, if that’s okay?”

  The idea of Whitney being here twenty-four-seven, makes my dick hard. Holding her every night before bed, late night showers and talking well into the night, morning sex without wondering who might call her wondering where she slept the night before, having quiet nights in where I can cook her dinner and rub her feet after a long day of classes. Having all of her things all over my bedroom and bathroom turning it into our bedroom and our bathroom. I wanted those things and I wanted them yesterday.

  “I would love that,” I answer as I add the sugar and bitters to the glass before mixing in the bourbon. I pin her with a glare. “Is this what you want though? Don’t think you have to live here because you don’t want to go home and to avoid homelessness.” I chuckle. “I can help you look for a place and pay for it for that matter, if you need time.” The last thing I wanted was her to live here out of convenience.

  “JP.” She shakes her head. “I was kidding about not having other options. I could go live with Chloe in a heartbeat. My liver would hate me.” She blanches. “But I want to be here. I want to be with you wherever you are.” She frowns. “Any chance you could get a job at a big fancy hospital across the country? I’ll transfer schools and then we can only see my parents on Christmas and Easter, maybe?”

  “You would hate that.”

  Christmas is huge in the Monroe household. I’m talking the absolute works. They had two huge Christmas parties and had Christmas-themed dinners every Saturday in December inviting anyone who was having a rough time that holiday season. Recently divorced, dumped, widowed or estranged from family, they opened up their house to anyone that didn’t have anywhere to go.

  “I hate awkward or angry tension more.”

  I strain the contents of the glass over two glasses with an ice cube inside. “I was actually thinking about going back to my old hospital. Whitney, baby, running away from this isn’t going to help. I don’t want you transferring schools unnecessarily and we need to at least try with your parents. If after you graduate law school, we haven’t made any progress then we can talk about it because I’m not about to allow their grandchildren to feel an ounce of that bullshit.” I see the stars in her eyes instantly over my words and I give her a smirk. “After you graduate,” I tell her instantly in case she’s having any thoughts on starting to try for them now.

  “That’s two years away, JP.” She drops her head back as she picks up the glass, that I’ve just dropped the orange peel inside. “I’m fine with waiting that long to start trying for a baby but we have to potentially endure two years of my parents behaving like that,” she says, hitching a thumb over her shoulder to indicate what happened an hour ago. “Before you’re open to moving?”

  “I don’t think it’ll take that long. I know them. They’re pissed. They have a right to be and I would be too.”

  “But…” She puts her glass down after taking a healthy sip. Her hands find my neck and I haven’t looked but I assume she’s touching any marks that Kevin left after his hand was wrapped around my throat. It didn’t hurt as much as the fact that he actually did it. The physical pain was there but the mental anguish and emotional pain was worse. She runs her fingertips over my pulse point. “It’s bruised here. It looks like…” Tears flood her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Hey, none of that.” I brush my nose against hers and then peck her lips. “He was angry and I would rather he take it out on me than you. I couldn’t even handle him yelling at you. I was ready to snap.”

  “You did.” She laughs. “You actually yelled at my dad for yelling at me.”

  “I didn’t yell.” I take a sip of my drink and decide it’s good before helping her off the counter and moving toward the living room. “I didn’t like his tone with you.”

  “His tone!?” She giggles. “The way he talked to me was the mildest of his temper today.”

  “I don’t care.”

  It’s still raining or else I’d suggest going to my patio but we settle on the couch and she sits in my lap before dropping her head into the crook of my shoulder. I feel her pressing feather-light kisses to my neck and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close and not wanting her to move for anything.

  “So, about my ass…” I start, wanting to divert the conversation away from something so heavy. In the car, she said she wanted to forget and this was doing the complete opposite.

  Her head perks up, and she eyes me. “Do you still have it?”

  “I do.” I nod, referring to the strap-on she’s used to fuck me.

  “Are you still into the idea of us doing that?”

  “I’m into doing anything with you. Anything you want. Everything.”

  I’d never explored that with anyone until I met her. And honestly, how we came to that was because she’d never done anal sex before and when the idea of us trying it came up, she looked me dead in my eye and said, “you can have mine if I can have yours.” It took me a few weeks to get on board with the idea, but one night after a few too many whiskeys and a drunk naked Whitney, I let her pink cheeks and even pinker pussy convince me to try it.

  What I had not expected was to like it. Perhaps it was because it was Whitney and it was the connection we had. Maybe because she was as nervous as me and she’d been a virgin prior to me and she trusted me with so many of her firsts that I felt comfortable enough to give her this one. Or maybe it was because I came like a fucking freight train all over her tits because she was on top. Either way, it was something we’d done a handful of times while we were together.

  “Can we tonight?”

  “Can I have yours tonight?” Even if she said no, I’d still agree. I would do anything to put a smile on her face after the day we’ve had.

  “Of course.” She purrs as she begins to move around in my lap. “Missed putting your dick in my ass, Price?”

  “Missed putting a fake one in mine?” I quip, and she nods.

  I clear my throat, not wanting to bring this up but knowing it’ll haunt me if I don’t. “Did you… I mean, did you try this with anyone else?”

  She shakes her head. “No. This isn’t something I could do with just anyone.” Her eyes avoid mine. “Let’s just do this now, I suppose.” She puts her hands in her lap and fidgets with them. She’s still straddling me, so she grazes my chest in the process. “Parker wasn’t very adventurous and coming off of a relationship with you made things disappointing at times. You and I had done so many things and it was always exciting… even when it was missionary in your bed, it was so intense I couldn’t even breathe at times. But you showed me how fun and exciting sex could be and then I met someone who didn’t want to try anything. He never even… I mean…” she scrunches her face. “I hate that I’m saying this, it feels shitty but… he never made me come during sex.”

  “EVER?!” The word leaves me in a roar and she winces before putting a finger to her ear.

  “Okay, JP, I’m right here.” She chuckles and I pinch her side because between the two of us she’s always been the louder one. “No. I mean, he did make me come, but just not from penetration. I’m saying it like that so you’re not thinking too much about it.” I’m grateful for her oversight because I know if she’d said anything about his dick, I’d lose it.

  “So, when you two… never?” She shakes her head. “How… I mean… you knew it was possible, how did you not miss it?”

  “I did! But I don’t know if I was just in my head or if it was him. I don’t know; it’s not a comfortable conversation to have and I didn’t know how to broach the subject.”

  “So, you just faked it?”

  “Sometimes. Or he’d just finish and get me off a different way.” I grip her thighs, the thought of anyone making her come but me making me almost irate.

  “JP, don’t get yourself worked up.” She pecks my nose and I feel slightly less angry. “I just wanted you to know that… there are a lot of things I’ve still only done with you. Things I fucking miss.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like sex in cars.”

  I raise my eyebrows in shock. “You mean there was never a time you couldn’t wait to get home? Never a time that you were so wet or he was so hard and he couldn’t take it another second without him being inside of you in some way?” I run my nose down the side of her face. “Never a time he had to pull over because the scent of your cunt was so heady that it actually made it so he couldn’t focus on getting you home safely without having a taste of what was between your legs?”

  She whimpers in my lap and spins her hips in a circle and I groan. “No.”

  “Fuck. What else?”

  “He didn’t want to tie me to the bed so you better believe he didn’t want me to do that to him either.”

  “That’s something that requires a lot of trust, baby.”

  “We’d been together three weeks when you let me do that.”

  “I’d known you a long time.” I chuckle. “And you were such a curious little kitten.” I press my lips to hers. “We were exploring all of these very new and sexy things and I don’t know, I just trusted you from the jump.”

  “I resigned myself to the fact that my sex life changed considerably and I learned to accept it. Like I said, no one was going to measure up to you and us. Our chemistry was—”

  “One of a kind.” I grab her face to make her look at me. “I’m so glad I have you back,” I tell her. “I know it potentially cost us a lot of things but I’ll make you so happy, baby and we’ll get through it. We’ll make them understand eventually.”

  Whitney is in the bathroom getting ready, and by getting ready, I mean playing with the new appendage between her legs. I chuckle at the thought of her jumping up and down and swinging her hips in a circle like she always does when she puts it on. We’d already showered in preparation for tonight and now I was naked, lying on my bed as I waited for Whitney to come out of the bathroom.

  I was already hard, the thought of going down this road with Whitney again making precum leak from the tip already and I grab my cock and drag my hand over it from root to tip. It took a minute to wrap my brain around the fact that I enjoyed this so much. That I enjoyed the feeling of something in my ass. Her in my ass. And not just enjoyed but would come hard as fuck. I eventually realized it was the fact that it was Whitney. The feeling of doing something with her that I’d never done with anyone else. Her small body rutting into me, chasing the orgasm while simultaneously giving me one as well as she stimulated my prostate. The first time we did it, she did it from behind with me on all fours, and after thirty years of having sex, I got to feel the other side of my favorite position.

  They say that pegging was in ways a reversal of power and gender roles and I agreed completely. The sounds that came out of me when she was inside of me begging her to fuck me harder. The moans and groans as she penetrated me, trying to breathe deeply as I grew accustomed to something so new and foreign. She emerges from the bathroom with the familiar toy hanging between her legs, and I reach for the shot sitting on the nightstand and down it in one gulp, wanting my body even looser for her. I let out a breath as I watch her stroke the fake dick while her eyes don’t leave mine.

  “I forgot how fucking hot you look like that. Come the fuck over here,” I tell her and she moves toward me slowly, making my breath hitch with each slow step toward the bed. My heart begins to race and I feel like it might pound out of my chest when I hear her speak.

  “Are you ready to get fucked, baby?”

  Fuck.

  That was another thing about this. Whitney always talked dirty. She had a mouth on her that I loved, but hearing her say the things that I usually said to her in bed made the dirty talk ten times hotter. It’s like she channeled me when she was like this and every word that fell from her lips turned me hard as stone.

  “Yes.” My voice is hoarse.

  “Have you missed my dick in your ass?”

  She crawls on the bed and I resist the urge to touch her, knowing she likes to be the first person to make contact when we do this. Her hands find my ankles and she drags her hands up my legs.

  “God, you’re fucking sexy.”

  I’d gotten lube while she was in New York knowing that we’d be doing this shortly after she brought it up and I’m glad I did. I grab the lube off the nightstand and toss it to her and she tuts at me.

  “So eager.” She kneels between her legs, placing her hands on her thighs as she looks down at my dick. “I want to play with this first.” Her voice is breathy and sexy as she runs her hands through her hair and looks down at me. Her hands find my dick and pulls at it delicately. Not like she wants to get me off but like she wants to tease me.

  I shudder at her gentle touch as her finger drags up the bottom of my dick and she traces my tip, circling it around the head and collecting the bead of cum already leaking from the tip. She sticks her tongue out and drags her tip across it. “Mmmm. Fucking delicious.” My body trembles when she runs her hands up my legs, settling on my thighs and massaging the skin. “Your body is so insane, JP. I love it. I’ve always loved it. Been borderline obsessed with it since I was too young to even know what to do with it.” She leans down and kisses the tip of my dick before sucking it into her mouth.

  “FUCK. Oh God, fuck me baby, you know just what the fuck I like.” I groan as she hollows out her cheeks and sucks harder, swirling her tongue around the tip before pushing me as far as she can go in her mouth. Whitney was no stranger to deep-throating, but it’s not that easy for her to do at this angle. It’s easier if I’m standing and I can feed her my cock gently but she pushes herself, probably in thanks to the whiskey and she gets almost all the way to the base of my cock.

  “Jesus, Whitney,” I grit out as she digs her nails into my thighs. “Don’t want to come in your mouth,” I manage to sputter out as she picks up the bottle of lube that I’d tossed toward her. She squirts a sizable amount into her hand before squeezing it on the dick hanging between her legs.

  “How do you want me?” I ask.

  “Dealer’s choice,” I respond, letting her decide how she wants me.

  “Turn around, it’s been a while for both of us. I want to take it slow.” I nod, excited to be in this position with the love of my life for the first time after three years. I do as she says, turning around and getting on all fours already feeling exposed and yet fucking invigorated. I lower myself farther given our disparities in height so that my ass is in line with her pelvis and I feel her fingers first tracing the puckered hole and I know it’s only about three seconds before I feel… yep, there it is.