Speak: A Post Divorce Romance (Fairview Novellas Book 2)

by J.L. Seegars

My hand turns into a fist at the thought, and a renewed sense of hatred for Brian Lucas surges through me. I want to destroy him, not just legally, because I will do that, but physically. No, biologically, I want to rid the planet of his existence, wipe his DNA from humanity’s ledger, obliterate his essence from the cosmos so that when Grayson looks up at the sky, it’s all new. An entire world for her to thrive in that’s untouched by him.

“It’s mostly about your pleasure, but, yeah, Hart, I’ll enjoy it. If I’m being honest, I’ll probably enjoy it a little too much. You might have to pry my mouth off of this pretty ass pussy because once I experience you coming apart on my tongue, I’m going to want to make it happen again.”

His timing is perfect. His touch awe-inspiring. He doesn’t need any help from me, but I still find myself holding his head in place, unable to let go for fear that he might change something and cause the pressure building inside of me to retreat. And I can’t lose it. Not when it’s this strong and coming on this fast, not when it’s the first orgasm I’ve had in almost two years that wasn’t a result of my own efforts, not when it’s Xavier giving it to me. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. That’s what he’d said to me that night, and if I didn’t believe him then, I damn sure believe him now because this? This is how you eat a meal you’ve been desperate to have for longer than you’d care to admit.

Brian never bought me flowers, but Xavier does, and if ever I want some when he doesn’t feel the need to provide them, I can buy them my damn self. That’s the power of this moment in my life. The gift of having someone who does nice things for me, being able to do them for myself as well, and knowing that in both instances, I deserve them. I deserve nice things. The thought echoes in my mind. And after the show begins, when I’m watching my dreams come to fruition from the wings with Xavier at my side—his hand resting on the small of my back, his thoughts and praises for every piece in my ear—it occurs to me that out of all the indulgences I’ve allowed myself to have since leaving Brian, this thing with Xavier might be the nicest of them all.