I Won't Leave You

"Wait." I was startled by his deep growl and looked up to see him yanking off my underwear before throwing them on the ground. "I want to see all of you."

I gave in to his demands, allowing my desires to rule my thoughts. I didn't have to wait long before I started moaning uncontrollably from an orgasm.

Nicholas could wait no longer and drew my body into his.

In between desperate kisses, he murmured, "I need to be inside you right now."

He wrapped one of his arms around my waist and guided his cock inside of me. He thrust forcefully, and I flung my arms around his neck and tightened my hold. When he filled me, we both cried out.

It was neither slow nor sweet. It was rough, dirty, and exhilarating. He held me over him as I clung to him for dear life.

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." His hammering rhythm emphasized his remarks.

Every time he drove, he reached a new spot deep in me. He panted and moaned against my flesh, responding to my cries as I inched closer to my second orgasm.

When Nicholas let go, he roared. I felt his length throb inside me. As waves of pleasure swept over both of us, our bodies began to softly rock. He leaned back against the headboard again when I collapsed into him and he began to massage the muscles in my legs while his lips brushed against mine.

He gave me a tender kiss and remarked, "Baby, that was great."

As we came down from our orgasms, my fingers ran through his hair. When we eventually came to a stop, I opened my eyes to look into his.

"Thank you," I said quietly.

"What for?"

"For bringing Lory here. You have no idea how much that meant to me."

He chuckled and helped me off his body before placing me on the bed so that we were face to face. His arms encircled me, keeping our bodies from moving too far apart.

"If you keep praising me in that manner, I'll buy Lorelei a whole fleet of jets."

I giggled and he stroked my back. We were silent for a moment and I struggled with my thoughts. I wanted to ask him about several things but I also didn't want to ruin our moment of peace.

"What's going on inside your skull, wife? Your face is all scrunched with how hard you are thinking." He opened up the conversation with his simple question.

I brushed some of the hair matted on his forehead away from his face. My heart grew soft when he snuggled into my touch. I placed my palm on his cheek and smiled. God, he was so pretty that it was hard to wrap my mind around the fact that this man was mine.

Saying it in my head felt so good.

I would have to repeat it in my heart every day to actually believe it.

"Can we have a brief chat? Do you have anything urgent tomorrow morning?" I didn't want to keep him awake if he had important work early in the morning.

He fixed his gaze on mine, and I could almost feel the anxiety rising inside him. "I'm always open to talking. What is it?"

"I have a few things I want to talk to you about. And it is important."

Even though I hated the idea of talking about his ex after we had just had amazing sex, it had to be done. I decided the band-aid approach would be the most effective. Rip it off.

"Can you tell me what happened between Rosemary and you?"

His eyes widened in surprise. "Who told you about her?"

"That is irrelevant. I'd like to hear your account of what occurred." Once more, I gently stroked his hair.

"Why? She's a part of my past. She doesn't relate to us in any way." He took a few long breaths before closing his eyes.

He was obviously not buying the lies he was telling either. I allowed him to be silent for a while.

A switch had been flipped in him. He was no longer the demanding and powerful man I saw every day. Instead, he looked vulnerable. Scared. Upset. Whatever had happened in the relationship was painful and it caused him embarrassment just to think about it. But he needed to say it out to put it in the past.

"Speak to me, please. Tell me what actually happened."

He let out a loud sigh before rolling onto his back and gazing up at the ceiling. I didn't say anything, allowing him all the time he needed to continue.

"All my life, I've known her. Due to the close ties between our families, we essentially grew up together. She has always been gorgeous in my opinion, but for a very long period, we were only friends. She spent some time overseas while she was in college. I was mostly still in San Rafael when I first met her upon her return. We arranged to meet and catch up when she came to town."

"We kind of stumbled into a relationship because we were both twenty-three at the time: she and I. It was easy, really. We practically lived together and I asked her what she thought about marriage a few times. I really thought she loved me as much as I loved her, you know?"

I clasped his hand as he laughed without mirth.

"She came to me in tears one day. I tried everything I could think of to calm her down because I was so terrified. I was truly delighted and eager when she finally revealed that she was expecting. I hugged her and assured her that everything would be wonderful and that we could get married right away. I was thrilled, even if the baby was a surprise. The following day, I ran out and got her an engagement ring before running home to surprise her."

He stopped and took a breath. I was dying to comfort him, but he needed to finish his sentence first.

"I certainly surprised her," he remarked with a hint of venom. "She was in bed with my best friend at the time, Hector."

Oh no!

Even though I didn't know either of them, I wanted to kill them both.

"It turned ugly. Never in my life have I felt so betrayed. My two closest friends simultaneously screwed me over. With worst possible method." He stopped and took a few trembling breaths. "She then had an abortion without even consulting me beforehand. She simply did that and then informed me a few weeks later when she arrived to collect her belongings from my home. She sounded as though she was advising me to cancel a credit card. As if this was nothing. As though it had no meaning. She killed our child so that she and Hector could date. It... it broke me."

I made an effort to contain the sob in my throat, but I was unable to do so. I wished more than anything to lessen the agony I could hear in his voice. I threw myself on top of him and gave him my fiercest hug.

"Oh, Nicholas, I'm so sorry."

I was at a loss for any way to console him.

What could I say in that situation?

He had good reason not to trust people. I would rip Rosemary or Hector apart if I ever saw them.

I buried my face in the crook of his neck while he massaged my back.

He mumbled, "I'm pathetic, right?"

"No!" I pulled away so that he could see my face. "Never think that. You have no fault in what they did."

He sighed into my hair as he pulled me back down and held me close. With our arms still around one other, we remained still on the bed for a few minutes. He hugged me tightly. We turned it into a squeezing game, squeezing at the beat of a song and asking the other to guess.

The seriousness in the room dissolved and we laughed.

"Thank you for listening to me without judgment."

Though we undoubtedly had more to talk about and I had more questions, what he needed right then was a consolation. Before speaking the words I knew he was longing to hear, I gave his neck another kiss.

"I won't leave you."

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The following morning, I awoke drowsy and by myself in our bed. I knew Nicholas forewent goodbyes so that I slept peacefully. I knew he was nervous about how I would act around him after what he confessed to me last night.

Over the next few days, I was going to make it my job to reassure him. We would have more time together during the weekend because it was a Friday.

I changed after taking a shower and went downstairs to meet Lory and Laura for breakfast.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked Lory while she gobbled down a stack of pancakes.

"Excellent! That bed is really cozy. I might as well move in." I didn't think it was an awful idea, but she winked to let me know she was kidding.

"What do you think about meeting Courtney today?"