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her.
    “Touch
yourself, like I showed you.”
    She
reached down between their bodies. Her fingers found her slick clit. She moaned
as he pushed inside her, flattening her palm over her clit. The pain and feel of
her palm over her clit sent her over the edge. She screamed, rubbing herself
while he pounded inside her pussy.
    He moaned,
and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft. She squeezed her
pussy tight, holding him in a firm grip. He pressed inside her twice more
before he seated himself to the hilt. The pulse of his semen squirted inside
her. He collapsed against her, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her neck as
his cock jerked inside her. The last of his release flooded her womb. She held
him in silence. There was no need for words to be spoken. He stayed like that
for some time, his cock flaccid but still inside her. She knew his cum must be
leaking out of her.
    She didn’t
care. All she wanted to do was hold the man she’d been in love with for most of
her adult life. The pain of the past floated away. She knew in her heart and
mind she would forgive him. They had learnt from the mistakes of the past.
Living them daily would only hurt them.
    “I forgive
you,” she whispered the words. His reaction shocked her. He sobbed against her
neck. His tears were the most precious thing of all. She’d never known a man to
cry. Chris Sinclair was a hard man. The tears being spilt were not to be mocked
but cherished.
    “ Shh ,” she said. She moved the hair off his face and lifted
him up. Tears fell in a long line down his face. “You don’t need to cry.”
    “I know.”
He kissed her lips before pulling out of her. Chris picked her up, leading her
into the bathroom.
    He ran
them both a bath, soaking her body and kissing her
throughout it all. Next, he helped her out, dried her, and carried her back to
bed. She worried about his arms because she wasn’t a small woman. She loved to
eat and refused to be ashamed of it. He tucked her into bed with him beside
her, his arm around her waist. They lay together. She stroked his arm as his
breathing changed, letting her know he was asleep.
    She smiled
thinking about the man in her arms. The Chris Sinclair of the past wouldn’t
have cried. She knew she’d made the right decision. Her nerves were focused,
and the love inside her was blooming bigger and brighter than before.
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    The
following morning, his father was allowed to go home. He’d been advised to rest
and relax , with no strenuous work. Chris didn’t know
if his father could cope with being told what to do by a younger doctor. David
believed hard work was something every man should do to bring back the bread
for the family. Chris knew Molly had backed off with the divorce. She’s told
him while they were waiting for the discharge papers. There was a lot she
needed to talk about, but being inside a hospital was neither the time nor the
place to have a long discussion, and Chris respected that. He knew that she
spent a great deal of time caring for David.
Trent
had grabbed his stuff before leaving
again for wherever he was going. John and Luke left as well. Molly would be on
her own caring for David in that big house with so many memories. Chris knew
they needed their privacy. He just hoped both of them came out of it loving
each other the way they were supposed to be for the last couple of years.
Whatever had gone down between them needed to be settled between them. He and his brothers needed to stay out of it.
    “I’m going
back to the city,” Chris said to Erica the next day.
    “Okay. Would you mind taking me with you? I’m
done with my vacation. It is too stressful.”
    Under the table, they held hands. He felt so
relieved whenever they were touching. Chris didn’t know if she felt the same,
but to him when they were touching, nothing else mattered in the world. That
morning, he’d woken her up in the most delicious of ways, or at least to him it
had been in the most