The One and Only: A Single Mom Second Chance Romance (Heart of Hope) by Ajme Williams (read any book txt) 📕

able to make each other gasp and moan, had known each other’s bodies well enough to send one another into ecstasy.

I’d teased her with my fingers, always wary about not hurting her and wanting her to feel good—just loving the way she would beg for me when she got desperate. My cock had been so damn hard that I’d been convinced I could pound nails with it! This was the last time we were together, and I hadn’t wanted to risk not being able to enjoy the sex, even though I had the blessed recovery period that young males have.

When I’d finally slid inside of her, Laura had been screaming my name for at least a minute. Fuck! Nothing had ever been as hot as hearing her cry out for me. She’d been with only me, and I’d wanted to ruin all other men for her, so that she never wanted to be with anyone else after me, just like I hadn’t wanted to be with anyone else after her.

I rubbed at my wrists, remembering how I’d interlocked our fingers and pressed her hands down into the bed above her head, pumping in and out of her with my cock, keeping my thrusts deep, but slow and steady. She’d been so goddamn hot and tight—perfect for me. The whimpers that had escaped her mouth when I’d twisted my hips just so…were beyond enticing.

When I’d come the first time, I’d squeezed her hands, and she’d squeezed back, kissing along my jaw and whispering my name. I’d never come so hard in my life, bested only by when I came again an hour later. After I’d recovered from coming the first time, I turned her over and fucked her so hard that I felt like we’d dug a hole through the mattress.

Of course, looking back, we had been young. I could only imagine what it would be like to fuck her now, with us being older and more experienced, ready to rock each other’s worlds in a way that we could have only dreamed of as two eighteen-year-old virgins.

Despite our lack of sexual experience, it had been fucking amazing. I’d whispered endearments into her ear, telling her how beautiful and amazing she was and how much she inspired me—because it had been true. I hadn’t been able to tell her that I loved her. Who told someone they loved them and then broke up with them the next day? And if she thought I didn’t love her back, then she would accept me breaking her heart and leaving her.

But God, how I’d wanted to tell her! I’d basically said it in every other way possible. I’d felt like I saw whole new colors when I’d come inside her the second time that night, Laura whimpering through her multiple orgasms. She’d become a fucking vice of mine and I felt euphoric every time I fucked her.

I’d wanted to make her come a hundred times, to make sure that she’d never forgot me. If I could have stayed inside her, with her wrapped up in my arms forever, I would have chosen to do it. Instead, I could only give her as much pleasure as possible, feel her come as many times as I could make her, and try to preserve each moment into my memory.

At least I’d succeeded in doing the last part, if nothing else. Standing in this bedroom for the first time in almost a decade, I could still remember everything like it had been yesterday. I loved her, undoubtedly, even after all these years. But I would have to keep holding on to that memory because I knew I wouldn’t ever get anything more.

6

Laura

My heart beat wildly in my chest as I waited for Cade. You would’ve thought it was a first date at a fancy restaurant instead of a business meeting with a local caterer regarding the menu options for the wedding reception.

This is just business, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time. Just business.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. My dreams were about the memory of his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine, his cock throbbing inside me. I couldn’t help but remember his fond endearments, how he knew all the spots where I was ticklish, how he used to call me “kitten”, and how he’d told me that I was the smartest and most capable woman he’d ever met.

But all this had been a lie. The morning of our last day at the lake house, he told me that he was leaving for D.C. because he got into Georgetown.

But what about our future? I’d asked him, stunned at the news. I hadn’t been able to believe what he’d said. I’d thought that he was in love with me.

We had fun together, but now it’s over, he had replied.

We’d been planning to attend the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor together. We’d planned to move in together, find a place off-campus, which he could afford because his parents were so rich. We’d talked all summer about our plans, as we’d shared our desires, our hopes, our dreams, our families’ lives. I’d told him about my absent father and my neglectful mother, how out of place I’d always felt, and how I’d never had many friends growing up.

He knew everything about me, and I’d thought that we shared something special. That we were going to build a life together.

Instead, that morning, Cade had given me a smile that was amused but full of pity. It was a fun fling, but now it’s over. That’s what he had said. I was a fling. I was fun. Nothing more.

Then he’d called a car to take me home. I hadn’t believed it at first—couldn’t believe it even during the car ride. couldn’t believe that Cade would humiliate me like that, hurt me that way. It hadn’t been until the car had dropped me off at home, at the trailer park, that I’d realized that it was