The Dysfunction Of Evan: Books 1-3 Collection

57. The Garden Party

I pressed my lips to his flaccid member, and as he entered my mouth, he started to harden. I heard him sigh as I took all of him in. I loved having his cock in my mouth, it was salty velvet, hard and throbbing. I swallowed then pulled back, gently dragging my teeth across his flesh. He flexed and he pushed on my head. I slid my tongue down his shaft as I took him in again.

"God I've missed this." He moaned. I looked up at him as I drew back, my lips popping as I pulled away. I slid my lips over just the tip of him and sucked hard, holding his shaft steady with my hands. I worked him until I felt him hitch, then I took him deep in my throat as he released.

I swallowed the sticky fluid he emitted as he cried out. When he'd emptied himself, I pulled away and laid back on the bed. He knelt over me with a smile, then kissed my lips.

"You're mouth is a wondrous place." He panted. He grabbed my waist and scooted me further up on the bed, pulled off my tank top, then skimmed his lips across my breasts. His tongue flicked my nipple, causing discomfort. I grunted and pushed on his shoulders. "Sorry." He said, looking up at me.

"I haven't pumped today and my nipples are raw from the twins." I said, giving him an apologetic look.

"Breasts are off limits, understood." He said, leaning down to nibble on my ear lobe.

"Just for now." I promised, running my hands across his biceps. "I love you, Tom."

"I love you, too, Astrid." He whispered. I felt his hands on the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my hips so he could push them down. As he did, he nipped and licked at my hips and stomach. He traveled down, kissing each scar on my thigh. "Twelve." He whispered.

"What?" I asked. He looked up at me then moved and laid next to me. He took my left arm and kissed each scar on it, then did the same with my right.

"Twenty in total." He said. I gave him a confused look. "Twenty new scars."

I sighed and looked away from him in response.

"Do you think it would have been different if I'd been home?" He asked quietly.

"No, I don't think so." I answered. "It's been building for a long time. If the miscarriage hadn't set me off, something else would have. Any amount of attention or help you could have given me wouldn't have been enough."

"I feel like I failed you, Astrid." He said sadly.

"You didn't." I insisted. I sprang up and sat with my legs folded beneath me. "I think the worst thing you did, was hold off the inevitable. But even that isn't so bad, because if this had happened without you loving me, I wouldn't have gotten the help I need. You didn't fail me, Tom. If anything, you saved me."

"It doesn't feel like I did." He replied. "The signs were there, Astrid."

"Yeah, they were. They've been there since day one. It's nothing new." I said. "You said it yesterday, I manipulated you into ignoring them. I did it because I didn't want to see them myself. Ignoring them and pretending they weren't there was better than facing them, because I didn't want to deal with it. I failed you, Tom. You told me to let you be my rock, and I didn't do that."

"Can we compromise and agree that maybe we failed each other?" He asked.

I shook my head. I didn't want to do that. I was the problem here, not him. I wouldn't let him take any of the blame in this. I got up and pulled my shorts back on.

"What are you doing?" He asked, watching me. I grabbed my tank top and held it against my chest. "Astrid?"

"You're too kind, Tom. You've been nothing but good to me, and I haven't been the best to you."