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Here, I know without a doubt we can make it no matter what. Riggins is more important to me than my fears and I know he’ll always be by my side.
We were always supposed to be Riggs and Stella. I’ll be damned if I let my mother or anything else change that.
“What?”
“That one,” he points to a spot in the sky, the brightest star that isn’t the North Star blinking at us.
“I bought it for you. It’s named Stella. Went to one of those star-buying places, and it took forever for them to find the one I was looking for, and then I had to contact the owners and convince them to sell it to me. I think the company thought I was insane, but I figured if I had this place, this place I made for you when you were never even going to be mine again, I could have you in this small way. The brightest star in my sky has always been you, little star.”
I turn to look at him, his head turned toward me and I think the only thing that could make this moment better would be if Gracie was here instead of with Reed.
“You told me you were going to name a bright star after me,” I say, remembering that night when we were kids under the same stars, before we had all of this baggage before there was so much hurt between us.
“I told you, I’m making it my life’s mission never to fall down on my promises to you ever again.” A lump forms in my throat as he turns to me, his hand moving to my jaw to hold me. I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. They slide easily and carefree, with no rush or urgency, like we have all the time in the world.
It feels like the air is finally clear between us, and we both agree we’re going to fight forus.
My hand moves, slipping under his shirt, resting on his abs that tighten under my touch, and he shifts, barely breaking our kiss and taking off his shirt.
We kiss for more long minutes under the stars, easy and lazy, before he shifts to take off the rest of his clothes.
”I love you so much, Riggins,” I whisper as he slides my thin shorts down my legs, leaving me in just an oversized Atlas Oaks tee shirt.
“I know, little star. And you know I love you.”
I do.
To the depths of my soul, I do.
He rolls us, so I’m hovering over him. One hand has a thumb gently rubbing my clit, while his other guides himself into me. We both groan in satisfaction and pleasure when he fills me.
It’s been amazing with Riggins, before I left and after, but it’s never felt like this. Like there’s nothing between us, no lies or misunderstandings or fear. Our slates are clean, we’re free to be us.
We don’t speak as he lifts his knees, giving me a rest for my back as I use my legs as leverage, sliding up and down on his cock. We pant and moan, and his eyes never leave mine as I move above him, the stars as my backdrop. Hours could have passed as we lazily make love like that before my orgasm starts to peak before the pleasure builds so much in my belly I can barely keep my eyes open.
“I love you,” he says, hands tightening on my hips. “I love you, Stella. God, I love you. You’re my entire universe.”
And I come like that, taking him with me over the edge, nothing more needed to tip me into the most all-consuming orgasm of my life than the slide of his cock and the sweet murmurings of his love for me.
And there, with the stars as our witness, I become Riggins Greene’s once and for all.
Riggins
We’re lying across the large blanket, another tangled around our bodies. I have no shirt, just my boxer briefs on while Stella is wearing my tee and a pair of panties, her head on my shoulder as we both watch the sun rise. We spent the entire night out here, sometimes talking, sometimes in silence, both of us drifting in and out of sleep.
“How did you find out?” she whispers.
“What?”
“How did you find out that we were married?” A small smile creeps across my lips, and her finger brushes against the dimple I’m sure revealed itself.
“My mom.” Her head snaps back.
“What?”
“My mom.” She looks at me longer, staring and trying to read my face like she thinks I may have completely lost it, but then I let her off the hook. “You called my mom. A lot, I think. Left messages. You know, no one ever called that phone number. It wasn’t listed or anything, so the only way people would find it was if they knew the number. The machine was blinking when I went to clean up, and I hit play.”
“My messages,” she whispers. My hand tunnels into her hair, and I press a kiss to her forehead.
