Page 128 of Then You Happened
“Tate.” My name is an exhaled sigh as he pushes into me slowly.
The pleasurable stretch of him burns through me but not as bright as the emotion.
Nothing can rival that.
“Look at me, Tate.” A command. A demand. A plea. An apology.
My lashes flutter open, and our gazes hold as we become one. Hearts and bodies.
“It doesn’t fix it,” he murmurs as he dips down to take a sip of my lips. “It doesn’t change things.” Another soft kiss that lingers as if he’s fighting against pulling away. “But I can’t not tell you anymore. I’m in love with you, Tate.”
A push in. My gasp. A grind of his hips. A pull back out. My heart breaks.
“We were doomed from the beginning you and I . . .”
Another rush of sensation as his cock drags over the rough patch of nerves within.
“I fought it with everything I have, but I fucking fell for you.”
His tongue dances against mine in a slow, sweet seduction that rivals his revelation.
“We’ll figure this out somehow.” Another push in. “We have to.” Another grind of his hips. “Because I’m not ready to let you go.” Another pull back out.
My orgasm is a slow build of pleasure.
“Six months isn’t long enough with you,” he murmurs against my lips.
My body tenses as his hips grind into mine again. As our fingers entwine on either side of my head.
“I love you, Jack Sutton.” My truth a murmur of a confession that I’ve been too afraid to voice.
“Thank fuck.” He groans as his lips claim mine again. As my body detonates into a million tiny fragments that I fear only he’ll be able to put back together again.
51
JACK
ME: Lauren, I need a few extra weeks. Something’s come up that requires me to be here. Evan has things covered, so it won’t affect you. Thanks for understanding.
I HIT SEND on the text and then put my phone on do not disturb to avoid her wrath.
Something’s come up, all right.
The something being I’m not ready to leave yet.
And when I do, I’ve decided to take my secrets with me.
52
TATE
“I just passed Doc Arlington. Should I ask?” Jack’s hope resonates through the connection loud and clear.
I laugh. “I was just dialing you.”
“Tate?”
“Ten, Jack! Ten out of ten pregnant mares so far.” My words are part shriek, part exclamation. If I could reach through the phone and hug him right now, I would.
