One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

Having Barry homemade the planning for Abby’s birthday party goes a lot faster. He said yes to everything, including the invitations to his friends. He even agreed to wear pink as per Abby’s express instructions and told Becky to make sure she included a note to his friends’ invitations telling them that wearing pink was non-negotiable. She wanted to tell him not to give in so easily, that he was spoiling her, but he wouldn’t listen. She rolled her eyes and gave up arguing with him, he would learn soon enough. His giving into Abby’s demands was the reason she found herself in bumper-to-bumper traffic in the middle of peak hour in the pouring rain a week before the party and a week after he had returned from Merveille. Abby was in her car seat whining because she was tired and hungry and Becky was almost at the end of her rope. The reason they were in this predicament was because Abby had insisted that she needed a Princess Jumping Castle for her party and the only time they could

For the first time since the accident, Becky felt safe. Barry’ long, strong arms were around her and he cradled her to his firm chest. She could smell the fresh scent of his Paco Rabanne fragrance and the warmth of his skin as it permeated her, finally warming the ice that had taken up residence in her bones since the accident that could have been so much worse. He murmured comforting words to her as he gently rocked her in his arms and she closed her eyes and let herself relax. She went over and over what had happened in the car and wondered if there had been something she could have done to prevent it. Had she been too distracted? She would never have been able to forgive herself if something had happened to Abby. “I can hear you thinking,” Barry whispered into her hair. “I just—” What could she say? “I feel so responsible.” “Oh, babe,” he said with a sigh, “I spoke to the insurance company and then the police. There was nothing you could have done. The guy behin

He adjusted his hips until his tip came into contact with her entrance. He watched as her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered. He pressed into her slowly, taking his time and letting her muscles adjust to his size. It was a beautiful torture as he slowly filled her and when he bottomed out, he hooked her leg over his hip, opening her further so he could go deeper. A guttural groan rumbled out of him as their pelvic bones met and he held himself steady, relishing in the wet heat that clamped around him like a vice. “Fuck Becky,” he breathed. “You feel so good.” She blinked up at him and smiled and he groaned as he began to move. Slowly at first, he rocked into her, withdrawing almost the whole way before sliding back in. But he was quickly losing his control and he sped up, straining for that moment of release. She bucked her hips into him, urging him on and then he was there on the precipice and he just needed— Her muscles contracted around him and he heard her cr

Barry took a big breath and curved his mouth into a smile, nodding to Becky to let her come in. Abby stepped into the room and gave him a big grin before moving her eyes to the woman sitting on the stool. Her eyebrows pulled together in a frown and her mouth turned down. “Mummy?” she asked hesitantly. Heather swiveled on her stool and looked at his daughter. “Abby sweetie, aren’t you going to come and give me a hug?” It broke his heart to see how unsure she was. Abby walked gingerly towards Heather and let herself be pulled into a hug while Heather chatted about all the presents she’d bought on her trip. Abby’s eyes looked at him and he wanted to reassure her that everything would be okay. He wanted her to know that he would not let her go, but he couldn’t say any of that, not until he knew what it was Heather wanted. Becky placed a double espresso in front of him and he shot it like tequila, needing the caffeine hit to get his brain in gear so he could deal with the Heather i

“Well that’s a fucking long time coming, but it’s too little, too late.” “Listen, Barry,” she said, her eyes going glassy and damp. “The last five years—” she sniffled, “they’ve been really hard.” Barry scoffed. “The grass wasn’t greener, huh?” He shook his head and looked away from her. “No,” she breathed, her voice cracking, “Adam was—” she cleared her throat. “He wasn’t the man I thought he was.” “And what the hell does that mean?” “He—” a lone tear overflowed from her eye and trickled down her cheek, “He was—” “Did that bastard hurt you, Heather?” Barry asked, his knuckle bones threatening to pop through his skin. “Did he lay a finger on Abby?” “He didn’t touch Abby,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Barry punched the bench top and relished the bite of pain. He ran his hands through his hair and tugged at it, closing his eyes while he tried to find his calm. His anger mixed with all the hurt he had buried because of this woman and it made a volatile b