Second Chance Boyfriend

I murmur against her swollen lips just before I kiss her, my tongue thrusting in her mouth much like I thrust deep inside her body. Continuously, again and again, trying to convey all of the feelings, the love and the need and the want I have for her.
    Her little cry tells me she’s closer than I thought and I increase my pace, spilling myself inside her within seconds. She’s coming too, her body gripping my cock tight as she convulses around me, and I open my eyes. Watch her fall apart, intoxicated by the flush of her skin, the little anguished sounds she makes, the way she feels, the way she smells.
    Clutching her close, I run my fingers through her messy hair, touching her calming my racing heart. She is my everything and I swear at this very moment, I will never let her go.

 
     
    Chapter Fifteen
     
     
    Stand up for something you love. Even if it means you stand alone. – Unknown
     
    Drew
     
    My cell’s nagging ringtone wakes me up and I lift my head, glance down to find Fable snuggled against me, warm and naked and fast asleep. Her arm is draped over my stomach, her cheek pressed against my pec, her silky soft hair in my face. Hell no, do I want to answer that call. They can wait.
    I have my girl sprawled all over me, fast asleep. Why would I want to end this anytime soon? My phone stops ringing only to start again and I reach out, grabbing it from my bedside table to see who it could be.
    The word Dad flashes on the screen and I answer the call, trying my best to keep my voice low so I don’t disturb Fable. “Hey.”
    “Can you talk?” He sounds frantic. Freaked out and upset.
    “Sure, give me a minute.” I disengage myself from Fable’s grip and she murmurs in her sleep when I slide away from her. Quietly I climb out of bed, grab my sweats and slip them on before I head out into the living room. “What’s going on?” I ask.
    His breathing is ragged before he starts speaking. “Adele cheated on me. I know it. I’ve seen proof. We’re finished. Through. I won’t put up with her lies any longer.”
    I fall onto the couch, my skin going ice-cold at his words. “What sort of proof have you seen?”
    “I followed her. She went to the country club, told me she was going for golf lessons. Some lessons.” He snorts. “She met up with the golf pro, dragged him into a private room and kept him in there for hours. Hours. When they finally came back out, he had shit-eating grin on his face and she had a fresh fucked look about her.” He groaned. “I confronted them.”
    “Ah, Dad.” My heart hurts for him. At his pain, the humiliation of what he must’ve endured. And for him to confront Adele and her sidepiece…damn, he must’ve been enraged.
    “She went crazy, son. Crazy. Crying, hysterical, full of denials. All of them lies, all of them.”
    “Where are you now?”
    “At the house. I kicked her out. Left the country club, raced home and tossed all her shit out onto the lawn. She followed me, raged at me in the front yard and swore she was going to call the cops. So I did it for her.”
    Closing my eyes, I scrub my hand over my face. My dad’s imploding marriage was one big fucked-up mess. “You called the cops?”
    “Sure did. And I asked them to escort her off the premises since she wouldn’t leave. Considering my name is the only one on the mortgage, legally I have that right even though we’re married.” He pauses. “I met with my lawyer today and we’re proceeding with the divorce. The papers are being drawn up. She should be served in the next few days. I’m done.”
    “Really.” My voice is flat and full of doubt. I can’t help it.
    “Really. I know you probably find it hard to believe but I’m dead serious. She has wronged me so completely there’s no way she could ever come back from that. I can’t trust her. I’m done.”
    If he only knew what happened between Adele and me, he’d probably be done with me too. I can hardly stand the thought. Besides Fable, he’s all I have. “Has she bothered you lately? Like in the last twenty-four hours?”
    “No. I’ve not heard from her at all. I figure she’s staying with her fucking golf pro. Let her go see how uncomfortable her life will be, living with a punk-ass kid working a shit job? She’ll figure out real quick he wasn’t worth screwing up our entire marriage over.” The bitterness in Dad’s voice is overpowering. I don’t know if I’ve ever heard him sound so angry.
    “If you need to get away from