A Fresh Ending

Chapter 13

A/N: Hey readers, thank you for reading, voting, and commenting. All of it means a lot. I know my updates haven't been very timely, but I am trying. Chemo last week, hit me hard. I spent a lot of my time sleeping. Also, be kind with this chapter. I feel like it is all over the place, plus I'm not the best smut writer. I will hopefully get another chapter up later this weekend. Don't send out a witch hunt if I don't. :) I love each and every one of you. Thank you again for reading my words.

(Y/N's POV)

I found it difficult to part ways with Steve earlier tonight. I wanted to question him about his boys and spend the night in his arms. Steve had another week of healing before we could have sex. I've already experienced mind-blowing pleasure that I never felt with any other man. Every moment with Steve was different, making me fall in love with him even more.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating my conversation with Steve about his boys. Kids! Just when I thought things couldn't get any crazier. He wanted me to watch over his kids while he worked. I hadn't even completely come to terms with Steve's lifestyle.

A loud sigh escaped my mouth, rising to my feet. I couldn't sleep. I needed to relax; I needed alcohol. Steve kept his cabinet locked at all times, but maybe I could find an opened bottle of wine in the refrigerator. I pulled my white satin robe over my barely there nightgown and quietly made my way to the kitchen. I made sure to be extra careful so as not to disturb Steve.

"Yes," I whispered, finding the bottle we shared at dinner, greeting me as soon as I opened the refrigerator.

I pulled the cork from the bottle, taking a long swig from the bottle. I moaned at the taste, allowing the cold liquid to trickle down the back of my throat.

"Are you going share?" a voice questioned.

I squeaked, turning to find Steve leaning against the counter, wearing only a pair of black shorts.

"S-Steve," I stuttered, biting my lip. "I thought you were asleep."

"I couldn't. Not when I knew you were awake," he pointed out, walking around the island, planting himself in front of me.

"How'd you know I was awake?" I questioned as the man took the bottle from my hand. His eyes remained on me as he took a drink from the bottle.

"After the news I shared with you, I figured you would be up, overthinking everything," Steve smirked, placing the bottle on the counter and then placing his hands on my hips.

"It's a lot to take in, Steve," I whispered, gazing down at my hands.

Steve took my chin in his hand, making me look at him. "I know, my sweet girl. I should have made sure you were okay before ending our night."

"I just needed something to help me relax," I admitted, gripping Steve's wrist.

"How about I make us a couple of drinks, and we enjoy them in a hot bubble bath?" he suggested, leaning his forehead against mine.

I nodded, "I'd like that."

"Then maybe I can find other ways to relax you," he smirked, kissing the corner of my mouth.

A breath gets caught in my throat, feeling Steve grip my hips, pulling me towards him. "Get something pretty to sleep in and meet me in my bathroom, sweet girl."

I casually pulled myself from his grip. "Do I get to spend the night in your bed?" I questioned, leaning against the doorframe, eyes trailing up and down Steve's beautiful sculpted body.

Steve's groan of what I can only describe as sexual echoed through the dimly lit kitchen. I smirked when his eyes traveled down my body, his tongue running over his upper lip.