First Kiss Last by Sara Miller (latest books to read .txt) 📕

amazing life. Full of love and support. And I hurt and am sad and mad that I don’t see that for you in your marriage. I feel like Eric would probably make someone else a great husband. But not you. I’m your big sis and I feel like I let you down. When I thought you finally found someone, I wanted you to be happy so I didn’t look closely. I just let Mom push. I failed you.”

Lily was crying in earnest by the time she finished. Leah, also quite emotional, simply wrapped her arms around her sister and held her. She had let Lily get all her words out without interrupting, just as Gigi had taught them. Leah had no idea that Lily had been holding in all these emotions.

“Listen to me, Lily. Are you listening?” She felt a nod and continued, “None of this is your fault. I love you and you’ve always had my back. Me marrying Eric was wrong from the beginning.” Leah took a deep breath before continuing.

“He only asked me because I was pregnant. That’s why Mom rushed and pushed. It wasn’t the great romance she told everyone.”

“WHAT?!” Lily screeched, pulling away from Leah. “But . . .” She grabbed a napkin and wiped her eyes before turning to her sister.

“I lost the baby. I can’t get pregnant and the doctors don’t know why. Eric is . . . relieved is probably the safest word. Turns out he never wanted kids. We finally had one last fight about it and I think we’re both finally done. But neither of us has called it. Now you know.”

It was Leah who broke down this time and Lily who held her. Leah cried for her baby, for the loss of her dreams, and the probable loss of her marriage.

“How did I miss it?” Lily pondered. “You must have needed me and I was—”

“At home with the most precious infant and the most precocious toddler and a husband who was traveling all the time back then. Your plate was full,” she said firmly.

“True, but I wish you could have come to me. ’Cause seriously? Mom? Of all the people? You and Mom—” Lily stopped abruptly.

“Mom and I . . . we’ve never really understood each other, so we just haven’t been close. Or comfortable with each other,” she admitted. “First the dreams, then Dad left, then my marriage. I don’t want to talk about Mom.”

“Okay. I hear you. Everything makes more sense now. Thank you for finally telling me. I’m going to forgive you for keeping something so important from me. But don’t do it again!” Lily scolded and hugged her again. “Love you, Sis.”

“Love you too.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I have no idea.”

“And you still won’t tell me who—” Lily tried again but Leah was done confessing things for today. She stood up.

“These pies aren’t going to make themselves!” It was what Gigi always said and it worked, Lily dropped the subject. Both girls got up and got to work.

They worked for hours in Lily’s kitchen. Together they cooked, baked, simmered, and prepped everything they could so tomorrow’s Thanksgiving feast would be perfect. Leah fell into bed so tired she doubted she would even dream.

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“Wake up sleepy head.” The voice whispered in her ear as warm breath tickled her neck. She squirmed, disoriented. Leah felt like she had gotten no rest.

When she didn’t move, the person in her bed tried another tactic. A calloused hand slipped under her shirt and began to massage her breast. Leah felt her traitor body start to respond. Her nipples hardened and the hand flicked. She sucked in a sharp breath and smelled that familiar woodsy scent of Cade.

Leah was on her side in Cade’s bed. His body was tucked up close behind hers and he tweaked her other nipple just as hard. Her body jerked and she moaned.

Cade’s hand slid down her side and rested on her rear. He rubbed. He traced her panty line. He grabbed and squeezed. Leah instinctively rolled to give him more access.

When he pulled at her underwear, she lifted her hips and let him remove them. He continued to explore her backside, then curve up between her legs. She moved one knee up to give him access.

“Mmm,” still too sleepy to bother with words, she moaned and rolled to her belly, spreading for him.

Cade’s fingers continued to work. She could both feel and hear how wet she was for him.

“Cade,” she begged, barely recognizing her own voice. The things this man could do to her. In retrospect, she’d been a borderline prude before. Now with Cade, she found herself beyond willing.

“Up on your knees,” his hands pushed at her and she quickly complied. Cade moved behind her, smoothed both hands over her butt cheeks before giving one a playful slap.

Leah almost lost it. She was so close and Cade knew it. He liked to drive her right to the edge, then enter her so he could feel her orgasm. She felt him rubbing against her now but not entering.

“Hurry,” she begged without shame. She widened her legs and pushed back. “Close, I’m so clo—”

Cade pierced her from behind and her body jerked violently. She felt him grab her hips and hold on. Thankfully since she was mostly face down, the bed muffled her scream.

When Cade began to move, she got up on her elbows to give herself more leverage. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies smacked together loudly.

“Touch your breast, hun.”

“W-what?” she managed to ask between thrusts.

“I’d do it but I got my hands full back here. Touch them,” he instructed. She shifted her weight onto one arm, and with her other hand did what he said. “Squeeze them, pinch, do whatever feels good to you.”

Tentatively, Leah pinched and twisted. He was right, it did feel good. While she played with her nipples, her arousal intensified and she squeezed Cade from the inside. His rhythm quickened. He pounded harder and harder until they