Free Small Town Secret: Mayfield Springs Book 1 by Carrie Curtis Page A

 
    However, our patience didn't last long and after only a few minutes I twisted to lay on my back, and he rolled on top. As I gazed up at his face, with the moonlight shining in through the window, I was in sheer awe of him. His eyes, his face, his body, it was all so perfect and lying underneath him I felt as though I was being overpowered by a God.
    The words, I love you , were circulating in my head, and it was agonizing.
    Almost as painful as the feeling that the daughter he didn't know was his was lying asleep next door. I squeezed him as tight as I could and dug my nails into his skin, eager to feel him as close to me as possible.  
    We moved together in a steady yet frantic rhythm, and I wanted to stay in that moment forever, feeling him inside me and hearing his soft moans and rasping grunts. As we looked into each other's eyes, each of us on the edge of climax, I felt as though we were deeply connected, every part of us linked and entangled in one another's hearts.  
    As he climaxed, his breath came sharp and fast, and when he fell spent beside me, we cradled each other, our sweating bodies sticking together.  
    "Oh...my God," he panted as he lay beside me. "You are just the best."
    "You too," I whispered, breathless from the wave of pleasure that had surged through my body.  
    We lay beside each other for several moments, neither saying anything until Chris broke the silence.  
    "Amy?" he said, leaning up on his elbow beside me.
    "Uh, huh," I responded sleepily, still floating on a wave of post-coital bliss.
    "Listen to me; I've got an important question to ask you."
    Now he had my attention. I propped myself up on my elbow to face him, pulling the sheets up from my stomach to cover my breasts.  
    Chris looked at me seriously before asking, "Am I Bella's father?"
    In my heart, I knew I had to tell him the truth although I had no idea what to say. In the end, I kept it simple.
    "Yes Chris," I said. "You are...You are Bella's father."

CHAPTER 13

    CHRIS

    "Yes, Chris.... You are Bella's father."
    When Amy said the words; when she confirmed what I had already suspected; I was shocked, stunned, speechless.  
    I collapsed back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, suddenly noticing all the mold on the ceiling. It's strange what your mind notices when you've had a shock.
    Wow....wow...wow. Bella was my daughter. I had a daughter.
    My mind was whirling with what this meant for me; for Amy; for Bella; but all I was able to say was, "Amy, you really need to do something about all that mold." Chris you idiot, you absolute dickhead. What made you say that?
    Amy thwacked me across the face with her pillow.
    "That's all you can say?" she cried. "I tell you that you've got a daughter, who I have raised on my own for the last three years, and all you can say is "Amy you need to do something about the mold on your ceiling? "  
    She shook her head in disbelief.  
    "Get out..." she said on the edge of tears, the raging Amy returning from earlier in the evening.  
    "Get out." She thumped the bed and glared at me.  
    "Get out of my bed. My house. My life," she said again leaving me in no doubt that I needed to exit quick smart.  
    What an idiot. I had meant to tell her how thrilled I was but that I would need some time to work out what that meant for me, for my life and us as a family and instead I told her that she had mold on her ceiling. What a dufus.
    I crept backward across the bed and put my clothes on as hurriedly as I could.   I turned to see if I could at least say goodbye but Amy's head was buried in her pillow, and her shoulders heaved. I swore under my breath at my stupidity and shut the bedroom door quietly behind me.  

CHAPTER 14

    AMY

    I heard them before I was even halfway up the drive. The shrieking and giggling was piercing as it floated down from an open window. I looked up to Cassie's bedroom and saw the bridesmaids clucking around Cassie as though she was a mother hen.  
    "You're just so