He was actually dead. And I’d delivered the final blow.
I still couldn’t believe it.
John wouldn’t be able to hurt me or anyone else ever again. As soon as that thought hit me, a broken and tortured sob wrenched out of my throat. My knees wobbled and I found myself sliding down the white tile wall of the motel room shower. We were officially on the run because I’d killed a man. Not just any man. My rapist. My abuser. My husband.
I felt it all then. The rage, the vindication, the sheer relief. It cascaded over me like flames licking at my skin in an uncontrollable inferno. Time slipped away from me as my emotions consumed me. Eventually, I felt the water halt and a large, fluffy towel settled over my bare shoulders.
When I looked up through my drenched lashes, I saw Cainkneeling down, fully dressed in the puddle that was still going down the drain.
“You’re safe,” he said, running his hand over my shaved head. “You’re safe.”
I clawed my way up his body, needing to feel his arms around me. He let me pull him down until we were a tangle of limbs and he cradled my slippery body against him.
“We did it,” I whispered. “He’s really gone.”
Cain pulled my face towards his and kissed my cheek. “He is. And he’ll never fucking hurt you again.”
I might never fully heal from the hell I’d been put through. I might always carry the scars and memories, but now I knew what I was capable of.
Cain’s hand ran down my arm, and I heard his heart beating steadily through his chest. He’d stood by me and found me in the depths of the darkness. He could have left me there, but instead, he’d reached down a hand and pulled me out of it, accepting me—broken bits and all. We weren’t a conventional couple. Far from it. But we had something special. It might be different. It might have been forged from the embers of our trauma, but it was ours. And I fucking loved him. Everyone else I’d known had failed me. My parents. My school. This town. But not him. Never him.
Whatever our future held, I knew we would face it together. If we could get through Kingston, we could get through anything. I knew it.
“What do you say we find you something comfortable to wear, and then you can pick something to watch?” he asked.
I nodded. “What aboutFriends?”
“Sounds good. Besides, it’ll be nice to watch it next you instead of through the screen.”
I smacked him on the chest. “You are such a freak.”
“I am, but you love me,” he said with a smile, wiping a rogue tear from my cheek.
“You bet your ass I do,” I said, smiling back at him, knowing I could never love anyone the way I loved Cain.
When I stood, he took my hand and I followed him, leaving behindthe version of myself that existed before. I got to choose who I would be now. I got to choose what my life would look like. And I chose Cain with my whole heart.
EPILOGUE
CAIN
The hot airballoon shook with each thrust. Delilah leaned over the side, dress hiked up over her ass, while I fucked her hard. We rose higher into the air, her fingers digging into the basket. On the horizon, we could see hundreds of other balloons bobbing across the Turkish sky as the sun crested over the ancient valleys. It was fucking beautiful.
Her pussy clenched tight around my cock and I gripped onto her supple hips, watching how well she took my length. My cock was drenched with her arousal, my favorite way to be.
“So, fucking beautiful,” I praised.
She turned to look at me, and her short, golden hair caught the morning rays with the movement. It had grown out now past her ears and had a slight wavy texture.
Her mouth fell open as I went even harder, knowing exactly how she liked to take it. Anyone could have seen us out here, but I didn’t give a fuck. Besides, they were probably too busy taking in the stunning view. Well, so was I, but in my own way.
I wanted to make this experience memorable, and what better way than to have Delilah orgasming on my cock?
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said back, smacking her hard on the ass. Her pussy clenched around me and then I felt it. She was coming. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
She let out a moan and I chuckled, savoring my favorite fucking sound. I turned her around and told her to hold onto my neck. She did as instructed, looping her fingers together. When she was secure, I lifted one of her legs and sunk back into her pussy, grinding our pelvises together. It was one of my favorite ways to take her, because then I could see every expression she made. Like the one she wore now, with her eyebrows furrowed and mouth open. The one that told me she was about to come again. The hot air balloon shook, and I held onto the rail behind her thrusting over and over again until she was there and I was coming right inside her. She loved it when I filled her up. And I did too. I loved how she’d be carrying my cum around, having it stain her thighs.
