My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

318: Chapter 11

Amber

"You might want to read their texts."

Casper's words hung in the air. It seemed to quake between them, the ghost of its existence filling with trepidation and anxiety. It was a reflection of her soulmates left back home with their daughter, and her guts twisted and pinched at his words. She kept quiet, allowed the meaning of them to sink into the silence.

It was a reminder that she couldn't stay angry for long.

The spoon seared; cold against her lips as Casper pulled it free. The leftover traces of cream were cleaned by eager lips. The dessert was consumed between kisses that pulled her mind free from the sticky grasp of motherhood.

She'd been waiting for what felt like years to be freed from Rumiko, and yet her mind was filled with worry for her. Her nose yearned for the scent of milk and baby. And her arms felt empty without the weight of her daughter. It felt strange to long for a child she hated to be with.

Did the medication work? Was she still crying? Did Rumiko miss her Mommy? Were her soulmates losing their fucking shit or was Rumiko being an absolute angel in their presence? Would she find them buried in diapers or reclining against the sofa, smug and annoyingly good at everything? Her lips trembled at that thought. It felt stranger to want them to suffer, especially when they were the people that she loved the most in the entire world.

God, she felt like an asshole.

"I read them, and I replied," Amber told him, pressing herself flush against his chest. She clung to him like a Koala would to its tree, compelling him to pull her closer. And he did with great pleasure, the colours in his eyes flickering with honeyed specks of gold. "I told them that I loved them, and that I'm fine. I'd have been back in a couple of hours if they didn't insist that we stay here."

She pointed it out as if it were their fault and not hers. It was easy to point her fingers and push the responsibility on the other. It was easier to drown her thoughts in everything but confrontation.

"You needed to relax." Casper brushed his lips over the lobe of her ear. The bristling child in her went quiet as his kisses smothered the flames of her irritation. "And I'm not your one-night stand, love. We're not going to fuck and then go back to our daily lives like nothing happened."

"Please, now that I know the feeling of that thing on my tongue," Amber teased, pressing her knee against his groin and her soulmate groaned. The sound was a dream, like mouth-watering sugar and filthy cream. It distracted her, and she relished the distraction. It was liquid against the parch sandpaper of her dehydrated tongue. "I don't think I can pretend nothing ever happened."

"That thing?" he chuckled, fingers fondling over her skin tickling her sides and she giggled her knee shaking against the thick swollen hardness of his arousal. His answering groan was smooth and husky, frying her insides and lighting her up on fire. "You just had it in you, and you want to go again?"

"We're having a fuckathon," she whispered, creating the word. It sent a jolt of excitement through her. It'll be slow and heavy, long, good, delicious strokes that would send her far away from reality. Her cheeks were burning with heat. "And we're not at the finishing line yet Casp."

"I'll give you whatever you want love, but I'm not going to let you run from your problems with your soulmates."

His words sent her jolting upwards with a frown, a pillow tossed against his chest in childish frustration. Hadn't he gotten the memo that she didn't want to deal with her problems just yet?

"I know you replied to the ones they sent you that night, but not the rest."

"You've got to be kidding me." She gave him a look, annoyance creeping through her chest. "What do you want me to do? Write an essay on our vacation? Text someone else while you're railing me into this bed?"