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  “I’ll admit that our marriage needs—”

  “To end. It needs to end, Kania.”

  “It needs work.”

  “And what do you expect me to do while you work on it?”

  “Support me.”

  “In strengthening your marriage?”

  “Yes. Can you do that?”

  “If I were a better man, the man my father wanted me to be, I would. But I’m just the man who has loved you since the moment he saw you. So, no. I damn sure can’t do that.”

  “I don’t think your dad would be anything but proud of you, Raven.”

  He shook his head. “Like you he believed that marriage was sacrosanct. He definitely would not approve of my behavior with you. Hell, I used to think I thought it was sacrosanct too.”

  “We had a weak...some...quite a few weak moments and made many mistakes. They were serious errors, but I have to believe that we can recover and be forgiven if we stop now.”

  “I don’t want to recover. I understand your concern for a relationship with me while still married to him. But that’s what divorce is for and despite your denials, he did leave you.”

  Weary of arguing, she shook her head. “You don’t know him.”

  “So you’ve said.” He arched his brow. “Have I told you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen?”

  She smiled. “Thank you.”

  “Would you like anything else or can we go home and spend an hour or so alone before we’re overwhelmed with kids?”

  “No. I have to get things ready for tonight.”

  “Message received.”

  “Please don’t misunderstand, Raven. This is so...difficult for me.”

  He nodded. “I know, cher, I know.”

  Back at home, she changed into a short-sleeved summer dress and called Rena to see what she wanted her to make the kids for dinner.

  “I promised them meatballs and spaghetti. Give them a salad with it and I have some strawberry water I made last night. They can have a scope of ice cream and a small piece of cake for dessert or two scopes and no cake. I’ll send a few slices of cake I made. Now if you like, I can prepare dinner. Then you just have to—”

  “No. I want you and Ryan to have a date night.”

  “And we appreciate it, but I really wish you’d spend another night with Ray.”

  She inhaled slowly. Clearly, Rena knew or suspected that they had slept together. “That’s the last thing I need.”

  “Oh, girlfriend, I beg to differ. I know how important marriage is, believe me, but both partners must work to keep it strong. He can’t just up and leave for two years and expect your affections not to stray. I heard the sermon as well as you, but there are extenuating circumstances. And honestly, Nia, if you really still loved him, you wouldn’t have slept with Ray.”

  “That was a mistake.”

  “Did he please you?”

  “He’s ah...he’s...”

  “That good, huh?”

  She laughed nervously. “Oh, girl. He made me feel things no other man has.”

  “Bar none?”

  “Yeah. Bar none.”

  “That would include Hank and Braden.”

  “I know who it would include, but let’s discuss why that would be.”

  “That would probably be because he’s a better lover than the others. Or maybe the two of you clicked on a visceral level because he’s the one.”

  If he were the “one” why the hell did she feel so damned ashamed and guilty? She shook her head. “I can’t keep sleeping with him again and again—”

  “Again and again? More than one night?”

  She sighed. “Every night for the last four nights. I can’t let it happen again.”

  “Yes you can. Even if Hank is keeping it in his pants, he created the situation that made you so miserable. And that’s not love. Divorce his ass and give yourself a chance with Ray.”

  “He’s coming home in a little over five weeks.”

  “Great. When he does he can pack up his shit and move the hell out. Permanently.”

  “That’s not what I want.”

  “Maybe not now, but five weeks is a long time and Ray has already taken you places no other man has and shown you how it should be done. I’m team Raven all the way.”

  “He says some of the most outrageous things.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like he’s been in love with me from the moment we met.”

  “And?”

  “Like he’d eagerly walk through the hottest of hell fires for the chance to sit next to me and he’d surrender years off his lifespan for one night with me.”

  “But you don’t believe him?”

  “I wish I didn’t, but I do believe him.”

  “You think he’s in love with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then how can you even consider not giving him a chance? Granted, Hank is a hunk too. Yes. He is, but he is not in the same league as Ray. Apparently, no one is. I know you’re conflicted, but you have a right to be happy. More, you owe it to yourself to do everything in your power to be happy. Please do not push him a way.”

  She sighed. “I’d better go and start dinner. See you in about three hours or so.”

  “Nia!”

  “I know you have my best interests at heart, Rena, but this is a decision I have to make carefully because I’ll have to live with myself afterwards. See you soon.”

  Back downstairs, she found Raven swimming. She watched him from the living room doors until he climbed out of the pool and reached for the towel on the pool deck. Damn, he was a handsome man with a buff body that made her ache.

  He smiled when he saw her.

  She nodded and went through to the kitchen, heart aching. God, just the sight of him filled her with lustful thoughts.

  “Can I help?”

  She turned from the fridge to find him standing in the doorway. Although his swimming trunks weren’t formfitting, the fact that she knew the delights it covered made rational thought difficult. “Thanks, but you did breakfast.”

  He walked into the room and bent to kiss her.

  She turned her head so that his lips brushed her cheek and quickly stepped away from him.

  “Damn. What happened to your pussy will never be off limits to me but now I can’t even get a kiss? Or were you just talking shit when you said that?”

  “I meant it.”

  “Then, but not now?”

  She sighed, shook her head, and closed her eyes. What was the point in trying to resist him? She’d give herself four weeks to get him out of her blood. And then, if Hank could forgive her, she’d settle down to be a dutiful and faithful wife.

  “Cher?”

  She opened her eyes and met his dark, sexy gaze. “We have three hours before I have to pick up the kids.”

  He brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded.

  He took her hand in his and led her up the staircase. She paused at the guest bedroom.

  He shook his head.

  “Raven—”

  “I need a sign that you feel something...anything real for me.”

  “If I didn’t, you think I’d have betrayed Hank?”

  “If there’s any betrayal, it was by him walking out on you. He separated himself from you and left you at the mercy of a man like me, who loves you more than you can imagine. I wish you did, but I’m not deluding myself into thinking you love me too. Still, I need to know this is more than just sex for you.”

  “Of course it is!”

  “It’s not like we haven’t slept in the master bedroom before.”

  “I have never slept around just for the sake of sex. There has to be feelings...real feelings involved. But doing it in the bed we shared, makes it even more...sinful.”

  “I know this is difficult for you...hell, it’s difficult for me as well.”

  “But?”

  “But I need you to do this for me.
Please.”

  She told herself that if she kept defiling her marriage bed, she was her mother. But meeting his gaze and seeing the need there, she wavered. She knew that in the morning she would regret her actions, but at that moment, she just didn’t care. She nodded and walked down the hall to the master bedroom.

  He followed and took her in his arms. “I know this is hard for you and I’m sorry I’m not a better man.”

  She pressed her fingers against his lips. “I can’t think of any man I’d rather be with right now.”

  “None?”

  “I don’t stutter, Elkhorn.” She linked her arms around his neck and kissed him. “Now are we going to argue about it or do you have something else you’d rather do?”

  “Damn, I am so in love with you.” He drew her closer and kissed her as he slid his palms down her back to cup her ass.

  She dragged her lips away from his. “Are you going to spend the next three hours talking?”

  “No.” He released her and slowly undressed her before removing his swimming trunks. When they were both nude, he pressed a kiss against her lips before trailing his mouth slowly down her body. After her nipples hardened, his warm lips moved down to caress her belly. She closed her eyes and sank her teeth into her bottom lip at the first touch of his mouth and fingers moving between her thighs.

  With his tongue stroking inside her, he slipped his hands over her ass and ate her with a slow, almost desperate hunger that sent jolts of joy all through her. With her nerve endings on fire, she clutched his head close and came hard against him mouth and tongue.

  Her climax was so intense, her knees buckled.

  He rose and swept her into his arms and carried her over to the bed where he set her on her feet.

  Aching to feel him inside her again, she started to pull back the bedspread.

  “Leave it,” he said. “We’re going to stain it.”

  “No we’re not!” She jerked the bedspread free, folded it, and place it on one of the chairs by the windows before slipping onto the bed.

  “It means a lot to you?”

  She nodded. “One of Hank’s elderly aunts spent months making it. She has weak wrists so it was a true labor of love. She only finished it three days before our wedding. She didn’t make it for me to share with you.”

  “Understood.”

  She sighed in relief and lay watching as he pumped his cock.

  “Let me do that.”

  He shook his head. “The only thing I want to feel around my cock is your pussy.”

  When he was erect, he smiled down at her. “Open your legs.”

  She obeyed, already wet and ready for him.

  He slid onto the bed and lay between her legs, stroking his fingers inside her. “I’m going to show you what it feels like to have a monster cock fuck.” He removed his fingers and thrust himself into her with one hard, deep thrust.

  And oh. Lord above. She tingled all over and moaned, parting her thighs as wide as she could.

  He lifted his weight onto his arms and fucked her with rough, wonderfully delicious strokes. Within moments of his entrance, her pussy flood, she cried out, and creamed his cock. It was only as he continued to thrust rapidly inside her that she experienced twinges of discomfort. And then an even bigger climax washed over her.

  Quickly realizing that her discomfort increased her pleasure, she pushed at his shoulders and feigned trying to eject his pistioning cock from her pussy. In response, he groaned, slipped his arms around her body to dig his fingers into her ass, and fucked harder.

  Shaking with a level of intensity she’d never felt, she wrapped her legs and around him, fucking herself wildly and shameless on his cock. And then. Oh, God. A gigantic wave of white-hot joy exploded out from her pussy and dragged her weeping to a seismic-level sensual explosion.

  When her senses returned, he sat on the bed, cradling her in arms. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! I’m so sorry, cher. I didn’t mean to hurt you. Forgive me. Forgive me.”

  She blinked up at him. “Forgive you? That was the most incredible...I never knew sex could be so explosive.” She scrambled out of his arms and sprawled between his legs to lick and suck the cock covered with their combined fluids.

  She’d never really enjoyed giving head, but damn his cock tasted as delicious as it felt.

  He gripped her arms and lifted her away from his shaft. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “Not hurt...exactly.”

  “Then what exactly?”

  “A whole new level of...I loved every second of it. Taste how good your cum and my pussy juice is.” She leaned forward and pressed her tongue into his mouth.

  He sucked on it for several moments before he rolled her onto her back. “I didn’t actually come.”

  Sighing, she parted her legs. “Then come fuck the shit out of me.”

  He thrust inside her and whispered against her ear. “If you really want me to do that, I’m going to need some ass.”

  She shuddered. “There’s no way I can take you in my ass.”

  “Is it virgin ass?”

  She briefly allowed a sweet memory of surrendering her anal virginity to Braden to invade her thoughts. “No.”

  He withdrew all but the head of his shaft before he pushed back inside her. “Bray?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, feeling wicked, discussing Braden’s pussy pleasing cock in her ass while Raven rutted in her eager, greedy pussy.

  “Did you like it?”

  “He has very good dick,” she was amazed to hear herself say.

  “Good dick runs in the family,” he said, sounding amused.

  “Oh. Damn. But you are preaching to the choir, Elkhorn.”

  “So you liked his cock in your ass?”

  “I loved it in my mouth, ass, between my breasts, and of course pounding my pussy.” She tightened her vaginal muscles around him. “Dick as good as his feels wonderful anywhere.”

  “Then you’re going to love mine plowing up into your ass. You have a warm, tight sweet ass. Don’t you, my lovely cher?”

  With jolts of lust thundering through her pussy, she curled her fingers in his hair and whispered against his ear. “Braden always thought so.”

  “He’s always had good taste,” he murmured.

  She ground herself around his shaft. “His cock is so good. That’s probably while Neida ran his ass down. Once she felt it inside her, she had to have more. That’s one of the reasons I put up with his ass for so long.”

  He fucked her harder and deeper.

  Shit. How more explosive would the sex between them have been had she discussed Braden’s sexual prowess their first time? “I hate to admit it, but I love good dick and Braden has very good dick.”

  “And me?”

  “Your dick is in a league by itself. If I died with you inside me, I’d die a very happy bitch.”

  “You’re not a bitch!”

  “Aren’t I?”

  “Well, you might be my bitch.”

  “There’s no might about it. I am your bitch and your slut—”

  “No! Don’t use that word. Appreciating good, Elkhorn cock does not make you a slut. It makes you discerning.”

  Her laughter quickly gave way to a soft, sobbing moan as her release crashed over her. Oh Fuck. How could anything feel so damn good?

  When he finally eased out of her, her breasts were tender and her pussy sore. But she was more sexually sated than she’d ever been.

  Chapter Eight

  KANIA AND RAVEN TOOK a nap before showering and dressing.

  With a half hour before she had to pick up the kids, they sat by the pool sipping lemonade. “When did it happen?”

  She frowned. “When did what happen?”

  “When did you give Bray your ass?”

  Her cheeks burned. Discussing her sex life with Braden during intercourse was raunchy and sexy. When they were seated by the pool in the sunlight? Not so much. “Why do you ask?”

  “Because I’d like to know. That is, if it isn’t
too difficult to discuss. Is it?”

  She cleared her throat. “It’s a little embarrassing.”

  “Why? You can tell me anything without shame.”

  “It happened years ago.”

  “When?”

  She turned her head, met his insistent gaze, and shrugged.

  “It happened at my place. Didn’t it?”

  She frowned. “Did Braden discuss it with you?”

  “Of course not. He was, and to a certain extent, still very protective of you. So?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “The night after I saw you nude?”

  She looked away. “When you offered us the bed, I planned to just sleep. But Braden...after we made love, he whispered that he wanted my ass.”

  “And?”

  She inhaled quickly and turned to stare at him with her gaze narrowed. “And I gave it to him. Satisfied?”

  “And?”

  “And what? You want details?”

  “Yes, cher, I do.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know why. I just do. Of course if it’s too painful to discuss—”

  Damn he was persistent. “The first few times it hurt like hell.”

  He inclined his head and remained silent.

  Nosey fucker. “But then, it started to feel okay. The next thing I knew I loved feeling his big hot dog sliding in and out my ass. Have I mentioned that he has very good dick?” She said, annoyed that he wouldn’t let the subject drop.

  “Yes. You have. More than once.”

  Did she finally detect a hint of annoyance in his voice? “Does it bother you?”

  “Your sleeping with Bray first?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. It doesn’t. I feel like he primed you.”

  “For what?”

  He reached out to hold her hand. “For me. Did it occur to you that it didn’t work out for you two because he was only priming you for me? I don’t care who you’ve slept with or who you’re married to. I just want and need you. I have from the moment we met. And just so you know, I’m not letting Hank have you back.”

  “We have a little over five weeks...minus however much time you spent in Philly for Mother’s Day.”