Free My Misery Muse by Brei Betzold Page A

of his restraints, and walked inside. Devi sat on the couch already changed into a pair of cut off shorts that hid very little, and a Breaking Benjamin tank top.  I felt another wave of lust when I saw her, damn I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing her like that. 
     
    She finished with what she was doing and turned her cell off, “Dinner’s ordered.”
     
    “Did you speed the entire way here?” 
     
    Jaks squirmed to be free, so I put him down and he took off toward his toys. I went and sat down beside Devi, taking her hand in mine, looking at how small her hands were, and how mine engulfed them.  She was such a small thing standing at 5’5 and maybe 110 pounds sopping wet, she always looked so small sitting beside me like this.  I had missed too much while I was gone, I never got to see her pregnant, I never got to watch her slowly swell with my child inside her.  I missed Jaks being born, his first step, his first word, and none of it I could ever get back. I rush of rage came through me; I missed all this because of Chloe, I would never be able to forgive her for this.
     
    “What’s got you looking so serious?”
     
    “I was just thinking about everything I missed. I never got to see you pregnant, I wasn’t there for his first steps, his first words, I missed too much.”
     
    She snorted, “You didn’t miss much by not seeing me pregnant, I looked like I swallowed a basketball.  I was fat, my ankles swollen, and according to my brother a completely hormonal pain in the ass.”
     
    I chuckled at that, “I’m sure you were, but I still missed it.”
     
    “You aren’t going to do this Seth. You’re not going to beat yourself up over this, yes you missed things, but you’re here now, and that’s what you’re going to focus on.”
     
    I knew she was right I had to let it go, I had been reading some of the journal she gave me, and it was the best either of us could do about it now.
     

Chapter Twelve
    We spent a quiet evening at home just the three of us, eating good food, playing, and curling up on the couch, it was ideal.  At bedtime Jaks wanted his daddy to read him his story, so I relinquished the duty to Seth and watched the two of them from the bedroom door.  I knew I loved him more than ever before, watching him with our curious always eager son, showing so much patience and love with him.  I always knew he would be a great father, no matter what he had thought on the subject.  I was so lost in my musings that I hadn’t realized Seth had finished the book and was now standing behind me in the living room, I didn’t even remember walking to.  He pulled me back against his chest, and I could feel how hard he was as it rubbed against the small of my back.  I let myself lean back against him and slightly arched my neck. He didn’t need more than that, he started slowly kissing the line of my neck, making me weak kneed.
     
    “Tell me to go,” he whispered against my ear then slowly tracing the shell with his tongue.
     
    “No,” I whispered back.
     
    “Tell me to go, Devi,” he said again. “If you don’t, I don’t think I will be able to stop myself this time.”
     
    “Then don’t stop, Seth,” I gasped as he bit and teased the soft skin behind my ear.
     
    He growled and scooped me up in his arms.  He looked into my eyes, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” and then he kissed me with a kiss that was both possessive and erotic as hell.  He continued to kiss me while walking to my bedroom, his mouth taking possession of mine. All I could do was hold tight to his shoulders and go for the ride.
     
    When we got into my bedroom he broke the kiss. He let me slide down his body until my feet hit the floor, still a bit the unsteady, he held on to my arm while I got my bearings back.  He bent over and started kissing my neck again, slowly running his lips down, then across my collar bone. He reached his hand up and took my breast teasing the nipple with his