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  “What did you say I was good at?” he asked, lowering his mouth to my inner thigh.

  I sighed as his stubbly cheek brushed against my swollen lips. He pressed his mouth an inch away from where I wanted him to be.

  “Was it this?” he asked.

  “No, a little to the left,” I said.

  “Here?” he asked, moving further away.

  I wanted to buck my hips and find his mouth, but I knew he was teasing me. As much as he was good at oral sex, this was erotic too.

  He smirked and finally licked the entire length of my lips.

  I shivered uncontrollably at the tender touch. Then his hot breath pressed against me before he spread my lips with his tongue. Up and down he went, each time at the top briefly touching my clit with the tip of his tongue.

  I fisted my hands in his hair and drew him closer, lifting my legs up to rest on his shoulders.

  He dug his hands under my butt and pulled me closer. I sagged in the chair, allowing him the leverage to fuck me with his tongue.

  There was barely any time to stop him before I came. Hard. My legs squeezed as the waves of pleasure crashed over me.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said when I was finished.

  I sat up, and Noah wasn’t stopping yet. He reached around and popped open the clasp of my bra. I tossed myself to the ground and came down onto the floor next to him. I unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his body.

  He drew my mouth to him as I worked his buckle and shoved his pants to the floor. It wasn’t fair that I was the only naked one.

  I let out a little squeal as he lifted me up and gently placed me on the floor in front of him. Moonlight spilled into the room from the windows, creating a beautiful glow over his skin. He towered over me and then lifted one of my legs high above me, kissing all the way down to my heel. He slowly unbuckled the shoe and slid it off. I wasn’t sure if it was the slow, deliberate movement of his hands against my flesh or the spark in his eyes, but I’d never been so turned on by someone taking off my shoes before.

  When he finished with the second one, he dropped down to my level, propping his arms on either side of my body. The tip of his cock was so close to me that the dampness between my thighs intensified.

  “You’re so beautiful, Jess,” Noah said before leaning down and kissing me.

  I placed my hands on his back pressing my fingertips against his taut muscles.

  His cock brushed against me, and he groaned into my mouth.

  “I want you inside of me,” I said against his lips.

  My nails dug into his back as he continued to kiss me. It was as if he was teasing the both of us, unwilling to push to that next level just yet. The wait was torture. Even though I’d already orgasmed, I wanted another one. But this time, I wanted to come together.

  Noah moved from my mouth to my breasts, gently sucking them. A few times, he nipped them lightly between his teeth which sent me over the edge. I gasped, feeling the swell between my thighs.

  After several minutes of him kissing and licking my body, he stood up and went over to the side table to retrieve a condom.

  I rolled onto my side and watched him run the latex over his length. I hooked a finger at him, beckoning him back to the floor.

  “You don’t want the bed?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “We haven’t done it on the floor yet. I’m determined to do this on as many surfaces as we can around this place.”

  “It’s a pretty big house,” he said, coming to me. Once he knelt on the ground, I came up in front of him and pressed my hands against his chest, pushing him to the ground.

  “I think we have a pretty good head start,” I said, crawling on top of him.

  I lifted my butt and grabbed his cock, stroking it a few times before lowering myself on top of him. His eyes rolled back, and I slowly rocked against his hips. He slid right inside of me, but there was no shortage of lube. Noah turned me on with one look, and after him making me come once already, I was primed and ready to go for him.

  I moved up and down his shaft, slowly squeezing against the hard muscle between my thighs.

  He lifted his hands, and I threaded our fingers together. I used his arms to stabilize me and started to rock against him once more. This time I didn’t want to stop until he came.

  As I built Noah up to his own threshold, his hands dropped to my ass, and he squeezed my cheeks, leading them to his sweet spot.

  My breathing came quick, matching his.

  I leaned back, pressing my hands into the floor, moving my hips, grinding against his body.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I breathed as my orgasm quickly rose to the precipice.

  “Fuuck!” Noah cried out just as my orgasm broke through.

  I continued to work his cock until both of us were completely spent.

  He gently slipped out of me, and I collapsed on the floor next to him.

  I laid my head on his chest, trying to catch my breath. My head still spun, and my entire body felt as if it floated above him instead of being planted on the ground next to him.

  “I think I’m going to have to say I love you more often,” he said, laughing.

  “You better,” I said. “But be careful where you say it. I wouldn’t want to have to jump you in the grocery store.”

  He scratched his chin. “There’s a thought.”

  I swatted at him, and he caught my hand in his, holding it against his chest. “I feel like this is the life I’ve always wanted but was unsure how to get there.”

  “You’re here now,” I said. “But I do think you’re going to have to work on your accent a bit.”

  “What? Like ‘G’day, mate? Let’s get another shrimp on the barbie!’” he said in a terrible Australian accent.

  I giggled. “Please don’t tell that to anyone down here. I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”

  “I’ll have to work on it then. I’ll start with the slang though. I’m not great at accents.”

  “That will have to do for now,” I said.

  Noah kissed my forehead. “I love you, Jess.”

  “I love you too, Noah.”

  CHAPTER 39

  Noah

  The cool breeze whipped through our bedroom, waking me from my deep slumber. I pulled the sheets up over my shoulders and then opened one eye to see Jess was still sleeping. She was the little spoon, and I didn’t want to move and wake her up. Though I desperately wanted to close the window. Jess loved sleeping when it was cool, but with the change from summer to autumn, the morning breeze from the ocean was a little too brisk for my taste.

  I snuggled closer to her, wanting to be near her and also to steal some of her body heat. I slept near the windows, something that might have to change or else we’d have to compromise and keep the windows closed at night.

  Not for the first time did I think how lucky I was to have fought for Jess and I before it was too late. Every time I had a really good day with Jess, that tiny seed of what could have been made my stomach quiver.

  I tightened my hold on her, and she moved under me.

  “You’re going to squeeze all the air out of me,” she said.

  I kissed her shoulder. “Sorry.”

  She shivered. “It’s freezing in here.”

  I chuckled. “That’s what happens when you insist on leaving the window open all night.”

  “You know I love the sound of the waves.”

  “I know.”

  Footsteps came toward the room, and I popped my head up to see Gina pushing our door open and standing in the doorway.

  “Are you up?” she asked, rubbing her eyes.

  “We’re up,” I said.

  She shuffled over to my side of the bed. “It’s cold in here, Daddy.”

  I lifted my covers and indicated for Gina to crawl in. She burrowed under and came up between Jess and I. Jess turned around and snuggled close to Gina, her eyes fluttering closed again.

  Gina yawned and closed her eyes too. Jess lightl
y traced her fingers through Gina’s hair and before long, both of them fell back asleep. Without anyone in my arms, I was free to watch my two favorite girls in a peaceful state of mind. They were the most beautiful beings I’d ever laid eyes on.

  How could I almost have missed out on this? If I’d stayed married to my work, I would have lost small moments like this. And even though they weren’t significant events in any one of our lives, they were important. They reminded me to make every second count while I could.

  I watched them until my eyelids got heavy and I fell back into a peaceful rest lying next to the entirety of my life.

  Unlike most days, the three of us woke closer to ten that morning. It was the weekend, not that that mattered much anymore since Jess and I weren’t working, but we’d traveled a lot in the past six months. I wanted to know everything about the new place I lived in, which included day and weekend trips up the coast. Chloe had been happy to accompany us on a few of the day trips, giving us more of insight into the place we all called home.

  I guessed I hadn’t realized how much time we spent out of the house.

  “How about we spend the day at the beach today?” I said to the girls over breakfast.

  “That sounds like a good idea,” Jess said. “The forecast is saying the weather should be nice for today. I can’t say much about the rest of the week.”

  Even though it took a little getting used to the flipped seasons where we were, I looked forward to the change in weather. It was something new I’d be able to experience in my changed lifestyle.

  The water was cooler than we were used to, so we decided to stick with sand activities for the day. Jess and I set up some chairs and two blankets. Over the summer, we’d fallen into a routine when it came to the beach. We moved through our tasks like second nature.

  Within a few minutes, Jess and I were lying out on the lounge chairs while Gina sorted her sand castle molds.

  “Did you invite your Mom over?” I asked Jess.

  “She’s on a weekend trip with David,” Jess said.

  David was a long-time friend of Chloe’s. He had been divorced for almost five years. Jess played matchmaker for the two, and they quickly moved up their relationship ranks in the past three months.

  “Is that too fast?” I asked.

  Jess shrugged. “It’s different with older people. They know what they want and when they find it, they hold onto it.”

  “Are you calling me old?” I teased.

  Jess looked at me over the brim of her sunglasses. “Not at all.”

  I had moved quickly with Jess. Only two weeks after our break up all those months ago I moved to her hometown and invited her to live with Gina and me. But from that point, our relationship stayed at a plateau. It was the happiest plateau, but I wasn’t ready to shake that up with the next step. And I knew Jess wasn’t either. Sure, we got the “when are you getting married?” question all the time. And sometimes from Gina. But we were happy. Neither of us needed to show anyone that as long as we knew it deep down.

  “Are you hungry?” Jess asked some time later.

  “I could eat,” I said.

  Jess stood up from the chair and kissed the top of my head. “I’ll bring down the sandwiches.”

  With our house within twenty feet off the beach, it was nice that we didn’t have to worry about food to pack for any beach trip.

  When Jess was inside, I went over to Gina. “How’s the castle coming?”

  “Good, Daddy,” she said. “Help me dig the moat.”

  I was halfway around the castle, digging a trench with a tiny plastic shovel, by the time Jess came back outside.

  “Yum!” Gina said, bouncing up to her.

  “I made turkey and cheese for everyone.” Jess gave me a paper plate with the sandwich on top. “And I cut yours into triangles with no crust,” she said to Gina.

  Gina hugged Jess’s leg, and they sat together on Jess’s lounge chair, Gina on Jess’s lap.

  Gina looked up at Jess. “Can we play Frisbee?”

  “Sure,” Jess said. “After we finish eating, I’m all yours.”

  Gina leaned back against Jess, the both of them comfortable together. Gina’s hair had grown so much in the last few months, every day she started to look more like Wendy. But to those who had no idea about Gina’s mom, they thought Jess and Gina were mother and daughter. Something I never corrected. Jess was the closest person to a mother that Gina would ever have. There was no reason for anyone to think otherwise.

  While the girls played Frisbee, I sat back in my chair and lifted my chin to the sky, soaking in as much sun as I could before the weather was too cold to do this.

  My phone rang, and I jumped up, startled by the sound.

  I searched around for it and realized it was in the pocket of my pants.

  I rarely brought my cell to the beach, but today I happened to have it when we came out to the sand. I lifted the phone and checked the Caller ID.

  Jess looked over at me, and I mouthed the name, “Brandon”. She nodded and continued playing Frisbee with Gina.

  “Hey, man,” I said into the phone.

  “Where’s the g’day?” Brandon asked.

  I rolled my eyes. “You know I’m still from the States, right?”

  “Not anymore!” Jess called.

  I smiled and waved her away. “Did you hear that?”

  “I did,” Brandon said, laughing.

  “How have you been?” I asked him.

  “We just got back from another trip. This time to Greece.”

  “Sounds beautiful.”

  “It was,” he said. “Amelia sends her love and wants to know if you’re in for a trip with us next year?”

  “How about you come down here?” I said. “There’s plenty of space at our house, and I know an excellent tour guide.”

  There was a pause. “Yeah, I think that would work.”

  “Great.”

  “So, how’s retired life?” he asked. “I’m jealous that after going away I have to go to work and make up for all the crap I missed.”

  I definitely didn’t miss that. But I didn’t say anything to make Brandon feel bad about him working. I was the strange one in the friendship. Who retired in their thirties? Someone who worked like a dog and nearly missed out on his life because of it, that’s who.

  “It’s great,” I said. “You were right, man. I needed to do this.”

  “I know,” he said. “But it wasn’t all me. You have a great girl with a good head on her shoulders. I only nudged you toward where you were supposed to go.”

  “Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. My gaze fell to Gina and Jess, laughing and throwing the Frisbee back and forth. Over the summer, they practiced playing a lot and rarely dropped it. “I would have missed out on so much.” I wasn’t just talking about Gina. I almost missed out on the second love of my life. It was something rare and to be treasured, and I intended on holding Jess close to me for as long as I could.

  “In any case,” I continued. “If it wasn’t for your nudge, then I wouldn’t be here. So, thanks.”

  “No problem,” Brandon said. “Just be sure to make me the best man at your wedding.”

  “You were already the best man at my wedding.”

  “Your second one,” he said. “When is the proposal anyway?”

  “We’re not rushing into things,” I said.

  “Says the guy who moved his entire life down there within two weeks.”

  “I’m not rushing, anymore,” I amended. “We’re happy the way things are.”

  “Wow, a lot has changed with you,” Brandon said.

  “Yes,” I said. “Yes, it has.”

  Brandon caught me up with his life over the past few weeks. And while he spoke, I kept my gaze on Jess and Gina. My body filled with such pride as I watched the two loves of my life play carefree on the beach of our forever home.

  EPILOGUE

  Jess

  After doing the final touches on Gina’s br
aid, I scooped her up into a hug then stood up and walked over to the mirror.

  “You look adorable,” I said.

  She looked into the mirror. “So beautiful.”

  “How about we find a bow to match your dress?”

  “Yes! Yes!”

  Gina wriggled out of my arms and shot out of the bathroom. I checked my hair, tucking a stray strand back into place. Noah wanted Gina and me to get dressed up for dinner tonight. We continued their tradition of getting all dolled up before heading out to a fancy restaurant. On top of our regular weekly date nights, where Mom graciously took Gina for the evening, this was another night I highlighted in my calendar and couldn’t wait for each month. Since Noah didn’t need to wear a suit every day, the three of us tended to dress on the casual side most days.

  It was nice to take our time to get dressed up for a night out. And including Gina made it that much more special.

  My little black dress hung on the hook outside of my closet, waiting for me to slip it on. There was no shortage of sticky fingers from Gina, so I always got dressed last. Once she was in her dressy clothes, Gina had an air of a princess and didn’t do anything to mess up her “pretty clothes.”

  I went into Gina’s bedroom to help her with her dress. She had several of them out on the floor and she was trying to get one over her head.

  “My braid!” she cried, and I hurried over to her.

  “One second, hold still,” I said.

  “Did I mess it up?” she said then stuck out her lower lip.

  “No, it’s fine,” I said. “I put enough hairspray in there to keep it in place.”

  She sighed heavily.

  I adjusted the navy blue dress with silver sequins over her shoulders. I zipped it up and then fluffed the tulle out around her legs.

  She twirled in place and then ran off to her closet to get a pair of black patent leather shoes. “I want to wear these.”