“You know I haven’t swum in that pool in over a year,” I tell Thane as we share a tub of ice cream on my couch.

“No? Why not?”

“I couldn’t bring myself to without Ben.”

“Oh geez, I’m sorry. I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay. I’m glad I did it.”

“So you’re okay with it?”

“Yeah, it was easier than I thought it would be. You guys made it fun. I honestly didn’t think about Ben once.”

“I’m proud of you, Faye.”

“Thanks,” I tell him and nuzzle close to his chest. He holds me tightly, the way I’ve grown to love and to be dependent upon.

“How do you think the boys took things?” he asks me, and his question takes me back to our talk in the pool earlier today.

“I think they are okay with it. What do you think?”

“They seemed happy.”

“Yeah, they do, but I still can’t believe Jack asked if we could all live together.”

“I know, babe, their little minds sometimes run away with things,” he tells me.

My heart warms hearing “babe” roll off his lips, and I have to agree. They took the news well. We told them that we liked each other, and Thane kept it very simple by plainly stating I’m his girlfriend. Both Jack and Braxley are smart as hell, so they know what that means.

“Hey, I’ve been thinking, what would you think if we all take a trip together or something?” Thane asks me.

“That would be fun.”

“Where do you think we should go?”

“Where do you take six-year-old little boys?”

“Disneyland, that’s where you fuckin’ take them!” Thane exclaims excitedly, almost startling me, and I know Braxley would love to go. Especially because it was on Ben’s bucket list. We’d talked about it with him. But seeing as he spiraled downward so quickly…we never made the trip. However, I can’t let that hold me back now. Ben would be pissed if I did. So I tell Thane, “Disneyland would be great.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and I nod excitedly. “When should we go?” his eyes are dancing in the dim light.

“Whenever.”

“Can I fly us?” he asks, and the thought of having to fly makes my stomach churn. I’ve always been used to driving for vacations, but knowing what Thane does for a living, there is no way he’d do that. “I can probably use one of my clients’ planes. You could even sit up front with me, babe.”

“Whoa! Now let’s slow down. I typically don’t fly.”

“I know, you’ve told me. But I want to get you over that fear.”

“I think I need to sleep on that,” I tell him as my fear of flying consumes me. It terrifies me.

“I bet you do,” he says and gets up, locking the basement door. Then he slowly pushes me backward, his body covering mine, making me forget about everything except for him in this moment. He takes the ice cream and sets it down. My hands hold him close to me and like he usually does, he lathers my body with kisses. Each one sends a jolt of excitement running through my veins.

The boys are long asleep, it’s past midnight, and Thane just keeps moving farther and farther down my body, his lips now resting right above my sex and as he shimmies my pants down, I grip his hair stopping him, knowing his mouth will make me come, and I want to savor my time with him. He looks up at me with the biggest eyes and takes both of my hands, holding them together in between one of his large hands. “Don’t stop me,” he growls and rubs my pussy with two of his fingers.

He keeps rubbing back and forth over my clit, making me forget about everything. “Yes, that’s it,” he tells me, and I close my eyes moaning a little bit.

Just when I start to feel my body climax, he slides down my pants and stares at my sex. He grumbles something inaudible and then spreads my pussy open, sinking two fingers inside me.

I toss my head back and let him do whatever he wants to me. Every push and pull has my body floating on a cloud of bliss. My pussy is so wet, and then he stops.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as he drops his pants.

“Nothing, I just need inside you.”

With one foot on the floor and my other resting on the back of the couch, I’m spread open wide, watching his hard shaft, so big as he gently rubs it on my pussy. Then he pushes it down and sinks inside me.

“Jesus,” I pant, watching our bodies move together.

He rubs my clit with his thumb and fucks me. Fire burns inside me, spreading from my pussy, throughout my entire body. I can no longer watch him moving. Leaning back on the arm of the couch, I get lost in a tailspin of ecstasy.

He fucks me so perfectly, and as my body spirals, his eyes encourage me on. I thrash, bucking beneath him, but his movements don’t falter. He pulls my orgasm from me, and I moan, relishing in the ecstasy—in my release—in Thane.