Page 58 of Sin and Ink
“Never.” I touch my lips to hers. “Now, you never did tell me about your conversation with my mother,” I remind her, shifting between her legs. My cock rests against her pussy, and though I just came, I push against her, loving the soft, slick give of her folds.
She groans, but a smile tugs at her lips. “Seriously? You want to talk about your mother now?” She punctuates “now” with a roll of her hips.
“Not really, but yeah,” I say.
She chuckles. “Fine.” Taking a deep breath, she starts relaying the events of last Sunday’s dinner. By the time she finishes, I’m stunned…and humbled.
I remember telling her I would never force her to choose between the family and me. Turns out I didn’t have to.
“Eden.” I shake my head. “I’m so—”
“No.” She lays three fingers over my mouth, silencing me. “I’m not. Would I love if she could accept us? Yes. In a perfect world, that would be ideal. But she doesn’t, and I don’t know if she ever will. Your brothers seem okay with us together, but who knows how other people will react?”
“I’m not going to lie. Hurting Mom hurts me, too. Do I hate that I betrayed her trust by not keeping my promise to stay away from you? Yeah. Do I hate that your relationship with her might be damaged? Yeah, because I know how much you love her. I do, too. But am I willing to let you go again?” I clasp her fingers tighter. “No.”
“I won’t let you go either,” she agrees. Untangling a hand from mine, she strokes her fingertips over my face. “Because as long as I have you, I have everything.”
“Baby, you’ll never have to worry about not having me. I don’t even remember what it’s like not to love you. And nothing will change that.” I sweep a kiss over her lips. “I’m yours.”
“I just have one favor to ask,” she teases with a grin.
But my, “Anything,” is resolute, final. And her grin softens to a smile so full of love that for a brief moment, I have to shut my eyes, or she’ll see a grown man’s eyes tear up. Maybe later, when I’m standing on the condo’s balcony with no witnesses. But right now, in bed with my body already hardening? No, not going to happen.
“When we get back home, can you finally give me that tattoo?”
I laugh, and the joy-filled sound bounces off the walls of the shadowed bedroom.
“Done.”