Page 19 of Awaken My Heart

But I can only offer her empty promises, so I say nothing and just reach over and squeeze her bare thigh. She looks fucking amazing in my shirt.

It pisses me off that her mama deserted her. It makes me even angrier that her grandma wasn’t kind and gentle. How Emma came out of that with the beacon that is her smile is beyond me.

Forged in flames, she said. A survivor.

We definitely have that in common.

Lisa would have liked her. She would have said she had pluck and spunk, two necessary ingredients to deal with a Whitmore male. Knowing the women that won my sons’ hearts, I can honestly say, my wife would not have been wrong.

It feels weird to be thinking about Lisa while sitting next to Emma, as though I’m being disloyal.

The problem is I’m not entirely sure who I’m being disloyal to. To Emma? To Lisa? To the man I thought I was?

Maybe to all of us.

Before I can go too deep down that rabbit hole, I force myself to look back over at Emma.

She drains her beer and sets the bottle aside. “Life sucks sometimes. But then other times you meet a giant of a man who wears cartoon Star Wars boxers, and you just can’t help but smile.”

“I have whole set,” I tell her. “R2D2, C3PO, Vader. Not to mention rubber ducks, pineapples and a variety of other weird stuff. It started as a joke from my kids one Christmas and then it just became a thing, and now I buy them myself. Fun knowing I’m hiding something from the people around me.”

“Like your tattoo.”

I nod. “I’m not exactly hiding it. I just don’t advertise.”

“Except you’ve been careful not to let the ink bleed past the lines where a t-shirt would go.” She reaches over and traces the top line of the map. “It’s really spectacular though.”

“All Ian. I just had the idea.” Her finger rubs across the outline of Saddle Creek.

“Right over your heart,” she says.

“It’s home.”

Her nails scrape against my chest and need quickly fills my dick. She’s made me insatiable.

“Spicy,” I say. “I need you again.” I pull her over and onto my lap. I grab my dick, freeing it from the confines of my boxers, but not taking them all the way off. “Rub yourself on me, darlin; get yourself all wet.”

She rocks her sweet pussy against me, sliding that little clit over my cockhead.

“You’re already wet.”

“You’re so sexy, it’s hard not to be.”

“Slide down my cock. I want you to ride me.”

She lifts onto her knees and reaches between her thighs. After lining me up, she lowers herself down.

I watch her pussy swallow my dick. I groan at the slick slide of her, the warm tightness gripping me.

“So hot and tight. You’re fucking dripping on my balls.”

“You have a filthy mouth,” she says with a naughty little grin.

“You like my dirty mouth?”

“I really, really do.”

I pull her to me and kiss her, our tongues duel as she rocks her body on me. I grip her hips and slam her down. She rises on her knees, and I pull her back down. We work in tandem, our eyes locked on each other.