She straightened up. “Actually, I own this place,” she stated with pride. She had worked hard to start a new life and was damn proud of herself.
“What happened in New York City?”
Impatient patrons began to grumble behind him. Sophia really didn’t have time to get reacquainted right now because she was already short-staffed.
She gestured for him to step aside to allow the next person to place their order. He followed her down the long counter until there was an opening.
She felt his eyes examine her. Her brown hair was still long and wavy just like the day she walked away from him, although it was braided today since she was at the café. She was curvier now. Things changed, but she was still healthy—firm in all the right places, soft in others. She knew a lot of girls who battled with their weight in the modeling industry, but she kept practicing healthy eating habits and exercised consistently while never overindulging.
When his eyes gaze traveled back up her body, she tried to mask the array of feelings rolling through her. Exhaustion made it hard—plain and simple. She needed to be strong and get him out of there.
Her bright green eyes met his dark, mysterious ones. “My life changed,” she responded.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her son walking toward her. She wished he would be distracted along the way, praying to God she could avoid a conversation she absolutely did not want to have—not now, not ever. She kept her eyes on Mike until little Ryan pulled on the hem of her shirt.
“My crayon broke,” he said with a pouty face.
Sophia crouched down and consoled her son while fetching him a new box of crayons from under the counter. Coloring was his favorite thing to do while Soph was working. She stocked up on coloring books and crayons from the dollar store, and he was a happy camper. He would even give the customers some of his artwork, making them beam with delight. She was truly blessed to have such an amazing child.
Sophia stood up and nervously smiled, secretly praying Mike wouldn’t ask more questions. Mike was standing there with his mouth gaped opened, completely stunned. It was clear her prayers weren’t going to be answered this time.
“My reason for the change.” She gestured to her son and began wiping the counter, hoping he would take the hint and see she was busy working.
He continued to stand there in shock and she instinctively shook her head, warning him off. She didn’t want to do this now or ever. This wasn’t what she wanted. They were fine. Better than fine.
“How old is he?”
Oh God, it is happening.
Her heart was beating so hard it sounded like thunder pounding in her ears, but Mike stood still, holding his ground, as he not so patiently waited for her to answer.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally replied. “Three.”
The look on Mike’s face displayed a collection of emotions ranging from stunned to angry and everything in between. Her café definitely wasn’t the place, but apparently it was going to be the time, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She tugged on his arm and pulled him out the back door, trying to avoid a scene in front of her customers.
“How could you not tell me?” he spat.
“He’s not your responsibility, Mike. He’s mine,” she affirmed.
Sophia could play it off like he was someone else’s child just as she had been doing all this time. She had stayed off social media once she quit modeling. She knew it would raise a million questions, and she hadn’t been ready to answer them. She still wasn’t. Instead, she practically fell off the face of the earth for a while. She stayed with her mom in Arizona until she decided she wanted to raise Ryan near where she had grown up. It was a charming town with a good, small school system, much smaller than when she went there. Most of the people she knew throughout the years had gone elsewhere as the town quickly become a popular tourist spot. Like her mom, many folks cashed out during the booming real estate market.
Ever since she moved back, she quickly changed the subject about who Ryan’s father was anytime it came up, which wasn’t very often.
Her stomach rolled. No matter how many times she rehearsed this situation possibly happening, nothing could have prepared her for this moment. One look at Mike and her heart was aching all over again.
“And who else’s?” he asked with his arms crossed in front of him, displaying a stern expression of determination.
Her heart hurt so bad she didn’t answer. She couldn’t even look him in the eyes.
“Dammit, Soph. Just tell me,” Mike demanded. “Is he mine?”
“Stop thinking, Soph,” he protested.
Her eyes were still closed, and he knew her mind was elsewhere
“I’m not—” she stuttered trying to figure out what she should say. How in the world could he still do that? “Dammit,” she cursed under her breath, admitting her guilt.
His smirk grew wider as he sat up. He swiftly yanked her panties down then pulled her on top of him and moved toward the center of the bed. He adjusted her body in one quick motion until her back was on the mattress, centered in between his muscular limbs, her legs draped over his shoulders, her butt against his amazing chest, and his dessert was wide open right in front of his face.
“My tongue is going to chase those thoughts right from your head.”
And did it ever. With one leisurely lick, her mind went blank, concentrating on nothing but the feel of his body on hers.
He always liked this oral sex position with her, as odd as it was. He said he enjoyed being able to hold on to her ass or play with her breasts as he pleased, watch her writhe, and feel her legs quake so close to his head.
He continued to lap at her like a thirsty cat. His tongue occasionally diving into her, then moving to circle her clit.
“Mmm, so wet, Soph. How is it you taste sweeter?”
She giggled at his dirty talk. “Maybe it was the pumpkin roll? The carrot cake?” She paused. “Motherhood?” Her life and womanly parts had changed and there was no denying it.
He grinned against her wet crotch. “It looks good on you,” he tenderly complimented.
Her heart did a little flip. “So do you.”
He kissed her clit a few times, then ran his tongue over it, increasing the force each time. He stopped to lick her, drinking up what had already seeped out of her. He went back to the tight nub, repeating the same tantalizing actions causing her ache to escalate and her toes to curl. He kneaded her ass cheeks, his finger moving closer and closer to her tight hole.
“Mike,” she said breathlessly. God, she wanted him to take all of her, every which way.
He sucked on her clit, harder and harder until she was biting her lip to keep from screaming. Orgasmic tremors ran through her body as he continued to lavish her, drawing out her pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” she panted, her heart racing from the excitement. She had almost forgotten what it was like to have mind-blowing orgasms. Mike always knew exactly how to take her to the edge and make sure her ride lasted as long as possible.
“You’re gorgeous, Soph. Absolutely stunning.”
She gazed up and saw him grinning, his lips glimmering with her cum.
“Come here,” she said. “Let me have a taste.”
He shifted her legs off his shoulders because she sure as hell couldn’t move them yet. He positioned himself on top of her, their heads now near the bottom of the bed.
She licked his lips. “Mmm.”
He ground his body against hers, letting her feel how hard he was again. “This is what happens every time you moan, woman. I almost had to leave the table during dessert.”
She lifted her hips off the bed, his cock pressing against her clit. He moved over her, her slickness coating him. The question of whether or not they should use a condom came to mind. She had an IUD in, but had he been safe each and every time he was with someone else?
She learned her lesson about the birth control pills she had been on when she got pregnant with Ryan, thus the IUD. Mike may have had some crazy times, but he wasn’t stupid. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her and she would do her very best to not get pregnant again unless it was planned.
They had to establish trust.
As he continued to rub against her, her eyes searched his longing dark brown ones. The passion, the desire, the future she saw there rocked her to the core as the words, “Make love to me,” rolled off her tongue.
He immediately thrust inside her, filling her so perfectly, ecstasy hitting every nerve ending as he moved in and out of her with his arms enveloping her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him in deeper, squeezing her vaginal muscles around his hard cock.
“Baby,” he said with bated breath.
He kissed her with so much passion, she was heading toward the edge again. He moved his tongue along her neck, leaving a heated trail as she ran her fingers over his shoulders and back. He pushed up onto his arms so he could cup her breast, then pinch her hard nipple.
“Do that again,” she whimpered.
He moved his attention to her other breast, the sensitive area aching for a little pain and he delivered exactly what she wanted.
He rolled over, pulling her on top of him, then sat up.
“Ride me, Soph,” he requested, working his magical tongue and teeth on her tits.
She moved her body up and down his shaft. She leaned back, circling her hips. Mike yanked her back close to his body, his hands all over her. His need to have her as close as possible was evident in his urgent touch.
She ground her clit against his pubic bone, aching for another release. Mike’s finger dipped into her puckered hole, the various pressures setting her off. Her orgasm rolled through her as she clenched his cock, milking his pleasure from him simultaneously. Lustful groans filled her room.
She loved watching him peak. Was there anything better than coming at the same time as the man you were in love with?
Yes, she really did still love him. She never stopped.