Chapter Sixty-eight Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

“I let your name slip once,” he whispered against my lips.
“Really?” I replied in a low sexy tone.
“Since then he always asks after you and sends his regards each time I go visiting—” I laughed.
“Why?”
“I have a habit of not talking about the women I date. He knew that was out of character … ”
“I feel exceptionally special now ... ” I said shutting my eyes as he deepened the kiss.
“You should, Roberts, you are special to me…” he said, reaching out to cup my face, he used his body weight to make me lie on my back and he pressed hard against me, covering his body with mine. Holding my gaze, he slowly pulled down my pyjamas pants, kicked off his, and with his eyes still holding mine, touched the broad tip of his cock against my vagina, but he didn’t slip inside. He used it to stroke my opening, making me grow wet for him. He kept his gaze locked with mine, but they were smoldering ones now.
I breathed through parted lips, struggling to keep my lids open.
When I couldn’t stand the wait anymore I wrapped my legs around his waist and tipped him over to lie on his back. His chest heaved and I could see the fiery need in his eyes as I straddled him, taking him inside me, we both groaned from the aching pleasure.
He sat up to cup the back of my neck, took my lips, forcing me to buck against him, and I rode him hard and fast. And for the first time, I heard him moan my first name, albeit the short version of it. And that set the tone for our stay from there on, even when Doctor Brown joined us, although we did stop having sex almost everywhere in the house and in the pool out back, we spend most of the nights together.
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There was one time, the three of us had to stay back at the hospital to monitor three patients we performed a heart transplant on, and in the dead of night, Cole decided to go for a walk. I followed him.
He took me through a path that led to a river about half a mile to the hospital, pulled me to rest on a large tree and hoisted me up, causing my dress to rid up my legs. I was both surprised and excited at the same time.
“Cole!” I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pressed a kiss to my throat and whispered, “I miss you.”
He then crushed his lips to mine, shifted the fabric covering my vagina and thrust inside me. I moaned his name, holding on tightly to him. Cole fucked me anywhere and whenever he wanted and I loved every minute of it. It was as if we both knew we were living on borrowed time and wanted to indulge as much as we could. Even when my belly started to show, his passion did not diminish, he would join me in bed or in the shower and take me from the back. It was the wildest time of my life.
A few months later, I had two beautiful lovely boys that looked exactly like mini Evan. They took his eyes, his facial features and mannerisms, especially the way their eyebrows arched when they heard something or looked into my eyes with a sweet smile tugging the corners of their lips. I often stared at them in fascination. They really showed the fraud of the pretend life I was living with Cole. Half of the people in the village thought he was the father of my twins but the birth certificate said otherwise. I added Evan's name as their father. I didn't think it was fair to take that from him.
Cole adored the twins and it seemed the feeling was mutual. They enjoyed having him pick them up and play with them. It hurt to know we will soon be returning home and the reality he asked to keep at bay would lash at us both. And the reality was almost immediate.
New York felt strange. I felt out of place and lost. When I mentioned it to Cole he told me to give it a few days, and I will be feeling like a New Yorker all over again. I suppose I should take his word for it, he had done this countless times. When it was time to take a cab he gave the cabbie his home address. When I gave him a quizzical look, he said it was better we stay at his place, reminding me how small my room was and that I needed a bigger place and a nanny for the twins. I searched his gaze but could not really talk with a stranger present.
A few minutes later, he helped me out of the cab and carried one of the twins, and together we found our way up to his apartment. And just like I had guessed, it was big and had a pool, when I turned and arched an eyebrow at him, he busted out in a peal of laughter. Then came to draw me in for a kiss. He had two extra rooms and assigned one with a double bed to the twins. The beds looked newly installed but I didn’t ask him about it. Together we bath, changed, fed, and tucked the boys in bed. He showed me his own room and then another guest room I could use. I went to take my clothes off and took a shower. I was tired both emotionally and physically and we had to resume work the following day.
I was done soaping and scrubbing my skin raw and just stood under the water, letting it pour over me when I felt a presence in the shower stall. Cole wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight and whispered. "I'm going to lose you, aren't I?" My shoulders shook as I started to cry. He turned me around and took my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair. He plundered my mouth. The pretend was over. But Cole wasn't done with me. He bent me over and took me in every possible way. Later on, when we lay spooning on the bed. He let out a sigh, pressed a kiss to my naked shoulder and said, "Tell me ... Tell me everything."
And I did.