I was miked up and about to head onto the field when Butch called.
Motioning my camera man to wait, I run back into the tunnel to answer.
No sooner did I say hello when Butch said, “He’s okay, Pharis.”
Using the wall for support, I cried into the phone, “What happened? Where is he?”
“He made me promise not to call you until after the game, but I can’t keep this from you. He's lucky, superstar. He got clipped in the shoulder and they’re stitching him up as we speak.”
Sliding down to my ass, I couldn’t stop the tears if I tried.
Something happening to Eddie while he was on duty was my biggest fear. Here it was, in real time and I couldn’t function. “Pharis,” Butch said gently. “You gonna hit the field?”
“No,” I whimpered.
“Didn’t think so,” he said. “I’ll send a car, be ready in ten.”
“Thanks, Butch.”
“If Eddie asks, blame Aaron.”
And I totally did.
Normally cool under pressure, when Eddie walked in I gave my girls the clear out signal and wasted no time rushing into the safety of his arms. Not only did someone break in and graffiti the place, he also installed cameras inside my home. I was twisted up about it. But more than anything, I was fucking furious. A stranger had been spying on me.
How fucked up was that? I mean the dance moves I used in the shower alone.
Holding me tight, Eddie vowed, “I’ll handle this. I promise.”
“I know.” And I did. If I knew anything it was that he wouldn’t rest until I was safe.
But that meant Eddie was in danger too, which caused me to start shaking even harder.
“Shh,” he whispered in my ear to settle me. “It’s okay, superstar.”
With adrenaline pumping through my veins and desire rolling through my body, I decided words wouldn’t be enough but maybe actions would convey how I was feeling.
Sinking my hands into his hair, I gripped Eddie tight, absorbing the shudder he gave me.
Arching up to my toes, I sealed my mouth over his, allowing instinct and history to take over.
I may not know how to deal with police work or potential stalkers, but I did know how to make us both feel good.
Slamming Eddie into the nearest wall, I furiously undid his pants, sliding them down to his ankles with my foot. Returning the favor, he stripped me of my clothing uncaring if he destroyed them.
With his hands under my ass, he hefted me up with ease, and though I wouldn’t say it, I did have to give the divorce diet props for helping me lose that extra twenty.
Shuffling to the countertop, he set me on it first, dropped to his knees second, and when his mouth finds my clit, I nearly gave myself a concussion when I threw my head back.
Fingers pumping, mouth sucking, I watched Eddie get me off with fascination.
With my nails digging into his neck, I screamed the most powerful orgasm I’d had in years for all to hear. I wasn’t even done shuddering when he stood, lined up, and slid home.
Coming again, this time all over his cock, I nearly cried at the pleasure of it.
But there was no time for that.
Because tonight wasn’t about making love or taking it easy.
It was about being primal, it was about rutting.
Reconnecting.
So that’s what we did.
Pumping into me hard, Eddie grunted, “Take it, baby. Take me.”
“Harder,” I said, scoring his chest. “I want it harder.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised and just as quickly pinned me down, fucking me so hard on the counter top the refrigerator shook.
When I was yanked down and bent over, the force of our mating frenzy sent my salt & pepper shakers and eating single cookbook soaring. I mean, that was fine because cooking as a single person sucked anyway...
Ready to come again, Eddie suddenly stopped and looking over my shoulder at him, I came undone.
Staring at the skin of my back, lost in his own thoughts and feelings, I witnessed Eddie’s tears.
Had I not seen them, I’d have felt them.
Because when they fell onto my skin I was seared clean to my soul.
As if coming back to himself, he leaned over my body, cupped my tits in his hands, and kissed the back of my neck. Wanting to comfort him, I attempted to turn around but was held firmly in place.
Spreading my legs further and bracing my hands on the countertop, I let him know I was ready.
And with a mighty roar, Eddie fucked me until my knees buckled.
Tonight, we let our bodies say the unsaid.
I never stopped loving him. Even the day our divorced was finalized, my love for him didn't diminish. But it did change because we had changed.
So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to me that I was falling in love with my husband again.
But it did.
Because this love was stronger than it had been before.
Honestly, I never thought I could love him more than I already did.
I didn't think it was possible.
But it was.
And when it came time for me to leave, I wasn't sure I could.