"Armaan," she said my name and it sounded like a prayer on her lips. Okay, maybe not a prayer because her lips were so luscious and sinful. I couldn't help but kiss them, devour her pretty little mouth as she wound her arms around my neck.
She moaned a little as my hips moved instinctively against hers, searching for some good old friction. God, we'd only been dating a month but we were crazy about each other. I couldn't get enough of her.
"Baby...baby, stop," she said to me in a shaky voice right in the middle of kissing.
I did, drawing back at once to look at her in concern. "Sorry, Layla. Did I-?"
To my shock, she started to cry a little, hiding her face in the crook of my neck.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked her.
She sniffed and spoke in a soft voice. "You said you were willing to wait."
I was confused as I rubbed her back automatically. "Of course I am. I will wait."
Layla sniffed some more and rubbed her small hand all over my bare chest. Shit, that wasn't helping at all. "But you clearly want it. I'm so sorry that I'm making you do this for me."
"Oh my God, no, Layla." I caressed her hair and placed an affectionate kiss on her forehead. "Honey, please don't say that. I'm really sorry. I was just...listen, don't cry. I'm sorry, okay."
I didn't like it when people cried. It made me want to cry as well. I felt so bad about pushing myself on her. Waiting was so important to her and this girl loved me so much, it was the least I could do.
"Let's go to sleep now," I told her in the most comforting tone I could manage. "You can trust me, baby."
After a while, she nodded and wiped her eyes, snuggling close to me, her legs sliding over mine. I gritted my teeth because my erection was killing me but I made sure not to poke her with it or something. Just a few more months and then we would be married.
I'd be the guy who wants for nothing. The thought made me smile and I dropped a kiss on Layla's hair before closing my eyes. Life couldn't be any sweeter right now.
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Chapter Seven
Cole
I was lying on the floor of my living room on Saturday, savouring the experience of being motionless. When you were a parent of an active toddler, these moments were so rare. So precious. Jacob had finally stopped asking me to play with him or engage in a dozen other toddler-related activities and was now quietly leaning against the side of a couch, playing with one of his toys.
For a long while, I didn't exist to him. And that was fine by me. I loved the little guy but full-time parenting was exhausting. Mentally. You had to be on all the time. I didn't mind that too much since I was a born extrovert but everybody needed a time-out now and then.
Skye came downstairs with her hair held up in a ponytail and wearing tiny shorts and a tank top which made her look achingly sexy. I looked away with a sigh. Yeah, no way was I getting any of that now after the conversation in the shower last night. I'd been feeling hurt and betrayed even though I knew I shouldn't have because fuck it, Jasper was not my boyfriend anymore. He could see whoever he wanted. I didn't need him.
I'd been wrong to ask Skye to peg me right after speaking to him. I'd just felt so confused and unable to deal with the possessiveness and jealousy I had started to experience after seeing that Logan guy with Jasper. And it was like I'd been falling in some sort of black hole. An abyss.
Still, perversely, I had craved him. I remembered feeling that way three years ago when Jasper had started to show interest in Skye, when I'd become aware that he wanted her exactly the way he wanted me. That his feelings were involved. I hadn't been able to handle it. He'd been mine and I hadn't wanted to share him. But after what he'd gone through with his stroke, I'd started to go soft. Make allowances. It had become a priority for me then, to put his happiness first. Anything was better than seeing him hurting and helpless in a wheelchair.
But he wasn't helpless or hurting anymore, was he? He was living it up all over the world, enjoying his freedom and his new boyfriend. I was the idiot, sitting here waiting for Friday nights and gazing at his Instagram pictures and videos like some crazy stalker.
And then asking my own wife to fulfill my fantasy. I hadn't wanted to admit it to her, why that dark need to be taken aggressively instead of always being the one doing the taking had consumed me. Skye liked to be made love to. She liked to be fucked instead of being the one doing the fucking. I had undoubtedly freaked her out with my pegging request and made her distrustful of me as well. It felt as though she sometimes started to see me as Jasper, started to feel like I'd betray her too and since she had never given herself the chance to lash out at him, I was constantly on the receiving end of all her suspicions.
Jacob suddenly let out a cry and I snapped out of my thoughts at once to look over at him. He was red in the face, whining and extending his hands towards Skye who stood over him with an angry expression.
"Skye, what happened?" I asked with a frown, getting up
