Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73010 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
When I wrote the Dear John letter, I never imagined six years would pass before I laid eyes on my husband again. It takes my grandfather’s death to bring me back to Aqua Vista. And to John McCoy, the only man I ever loved. We parted ways on mutual terms to chase our dreams. John’s plan was to open his bar, and mine was to make it in Hollywood. I’m still waiting for my big break, but John’s business is a success, and I couldn’t be happier for him. Seeing him brings it all back—our love, attraction, and fondness for each other—and we couldn’t stay away even if we tried.
John
As soon as Micah walks into my bar, the memories come flooding back, and I have the urge to hold him close, if only to make sure I’m not dreaming. I’ll be here for him during this difficult time because that’s what we do, what we’ve always done for each other. Soon enough we fall back into a routine that feels as natural as breathing. Reminiscing, providing support, making love. I’ve ached for his mouth and body for so long, there’s no way I can refuse either of us.
When Micah rediscovers his favorite childhood interests, I try to tamp down my hopes. He’ll return to LA once his grandfather’s property is sold, and we’ll move on with our separate lives. Loving each other was never our issue, but we finally do the responsible thing regarding our divorce. Guess that saying is true—when you love something, set it free. The only problem? This time it’s for good, and I’m still not sure I can let him go
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PROLOGUE
Micah
Eight years ago
“Will you help me clean out the space tomorrow?”
With his parents’ help, John has just purchased a building to open a bar in town. I’m jealous that his dream is being realized while mine’s stagnating. Still, I would never deny him.
“Of course I will.” We kiss lazily. “Don’t have to ask twice.”
“Thanks, babe.” We’re lying in bed, well after midnight, neither of us able to sleep. Mr. and Mrs. McCoy retired an hour ago, and the house is quiet.
I reach for him, wanting to feel the weight of his body, his pulse throbbing against mine. Dipping my tongue past his lips, I deepen the kiss, my fingers winding in his unruly hair and holding him against my mouth. Right where I’ve always needed him.
My fingers delicately skim down his back and over his waist as he leaks across my stomach. I reach for his ass cheeks, grasping handfuls of plump, smooth skin as I split them open and my finger teases his hole.
He gasps, squirming atop me. “Want you to fuck me tonight, Mic—”
“Yeah?” Normally, he enjoys pounding me good.
“Need to feel you inside me.” He ruts against my groin, our dicks slotting together as our gazes clash and hold. And fuck if right now I don’t need that too.
He rolls off me to reach for the lube from our bedside table. We’re married but still living in his parents’ basement until we find a place of our own. They’ve been super accommodating, and I feel more part of his family than my own.
John’s uncle Chuck, a part-time Realtor, is keeping an eye out for us, but this town is so small, with generations of families and their roots, and houses can be hard to come by. I push away that familiar, stifling feeling of being under our families’ thumbs. For me, it’s only my grandfather, and I suppose we could’ve lived with him, but his house is secluded in the foothills, and I already feel like I’m suffocating in this place.
When John lies back down, I slide behind him under the sheets, wrapping my arm around his chest, my cock prodding his crease. Feeling his warm, naked skin against me only makes my dick harder.
“You feel so damn good,” I murmur against his neck.
He hands me the lube so I can slick my fingers and coat my cock. The room is dark and quiet, and we’ve had each other so many times that I can do this part in my sleep.
Gasping, John angles his neck to find my lips as he pushes his ass against my hand.
I chuckle. “I’m getting there.” Finding his hole, I thrust one, then two fingers inside as I suck at the muscle between his shoulder and neck, a spot that makes him squirm.
“Ah hell, right there,” he says, fucking himself on my fingers, and I curve one of them to find his prostate, which makes him groan and shudder.
“God, you’re sexy like this.” As I remove my fingers, he whines his objection, but soon enough, I’m helping him shift his knee toward his chest. I grip his thigh as I press my shaft against his hole, poking inside before pulling out, allowing him time to adjust. His hand covers mine, and as he tangles our fingers together, my heart stumbles over the gesture. We hold hands all the time, but somehow now, in this moment, it makes us feel more connected.
As my cock slips back inside him, this time more deeply, I inhale sharply from the sensation of being able to take him bare, with nothing but love between us. Always do.
My pulse is throbbing against his back as I pause, overwhelmed by finally being fully seated inside his heat.
“Fuck, that’s—” John arches his back, I can feel the sweat against his nape, his fingers trembling as he clutches my hand. Our bodies are as bonded as our hearts, and in these precious moments, all my worries melt away.
Unclasping our hands, I reach for his cock and swipe at the precome to slick the way. He moans and rocks against me as small licks of tingling heat at my groin fuel my thrusts. It’s impossible at this angle to take him like I want and pound him into the mattress. But that urge is warring with the need to draw this out and feel everything with him, every breath and shiver and gasp. The need to sear this into my memory like a snapshot in time. A time when I felt the happiest.
But it proves difficult with John so goddamn tight and warm, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, even though he’s the only guy I’ve been with. Still, it’s as if he’s made for me, and I can’t help wondering if all my heartache, all my father’s abuse and bullshit decisions, have led me to this moment, where it’s only J and me, as flawlessly and perfectly in-tune as we are helplessly in love.