“It’s about both of us, Lou,” I say, not wanting her to give up any part of herself for me. Though I know she doesn’tneedit, if she wants it, I’ll give it to her.
“Yes. Us. It’s only us here. You’re all I need,” she says as I thumb away the tear stains on her cheeks. Her emotions pour from her so easily, it’s one of the many things I love about her. She doesn’t hide from me. Even when she came here to hide from the world, she never really did from me.
I drop to my knees, lifting her leg over my shoulder, ready to worship at her feet. My fingers enter where my dick was just moments ago. Swirling, plunging, rimming her in a teasing way before moving back inside.
“Just us,” I mutter. The words flow so quietly I’m almost speaking to myself. “Just this strong, beautiful woman and her perfect pussy that tastes like nectar from my favorite fruit.”
“Grady,” she cries when my thumb circles the nub of nerves.
“You’re mine forever, Lou. This,” I say, before pausing to taste her, making her head fall back against the wall. “This is forever.”
I’m not letting her go. I won’t get complacent or lazy. This time around, I’ll be attentive, diligent with my love and affection. With my time. I won’t fail, not again.
“Forever,” she repeats.
I focus on making her come on my mouth while my mind conjures images of the future. A house in the woods, overlooking the ocean. A garden filled with plants. Louisa walking it, trailed by Paige and two other dark-haired angels. Sand and dirt caked on their knees, sun kissing their faces as it shines through the curtain of trees. Their mother brushing their curls out of their faces as she smiles at me watching from the large deck as I barbecue dinner for them all.
Tears threaten in my eyes. This is the future I want; this is the only woman I could ever want it with.
She comes. Overwhelming me more. Her body shakes violently, for a few seconds, then, she begins to calm. Her fingers comb through my unruly curls, the same way I envisioned her doing with our imagined children. I stay nuzzled between her thighs until she’s finished breaking for me. Only then, do I stand and stare at the woman I’m certain is the woman I’ll grow old with. I’ll die with her by my side. Then, I’ll find her in the next life. Over and over, for all eternity. Maybe next time, I’ll find her sooner. I’ll save her from the horrors the world can bring.
I was never in love with Brenda. That’s clear, now. I had—have—love for her, but it wasn’t this.
“How do I taste?”
Fucking hell.Here I am, all up in my feelings, and she says something like that.
“Find out for yourself,” I tell her, and smile when she raises her lips to meet mine.
She wastes no time thrusting her tongue in. A moan escapes, and my dick twitches with excitement.
Another noise from her is all I can stand. I lower her to the floor and slide in right here on the soft rug. I’d fuck her anywhere she wanted, and so far, it’s rarely the bed. She’s always as anxious as I am.
She’s always ready. Always throbbing her inner muscles around me in a tune that drives me wild. She pulls her legs up, holding them wide for me. I rise on my knees, alternating my vision between her face and where I slide in and out of her.
Lou is more stunning every day. I’d have never imagined it possible, but she is. Her body grows stronger all the time, and only more seductive, with her slight feminine curves that she controls so well.
I palm her tummy, feeling the way her muscles contract. Again, I imagine a future. Her belly full with our baby, it moving from the child growing inside. My hand there to comfort them both.
“Lou,” I choke out over my feelings. I move my hand to the back of her neck, pulling her head up to me. “Forever, Lou. Forever.”
Lip to lip, I come inside her. For the first time, and the last place.
It’s not enough money.
If I pull out as much as I can from my retirement, it’s still not enough. It’s close, but not close that close.
“We’ll sell the house in Portland,” Dad says. “It more than makes up the difference.”
Then, they’d move back here with me and Paige. We’d all have to start over, in a sense. No more savings.
“We’d be together,” Mom says. “That’s what matters.”
Except we all know that we need our own space. It’s not a large house for the four of us. We’ll make do, though. Winter will be harder, but we’ll make it work to get Paige back. It’s not ideal, not nearly. Though, I’ll have some help when I’m at work. That will make things easier.
“We’ll head home tomorrow,” Dad says. “Prepare the house and get it on the market. Maybe we’ll get lucky with a quick sale.”
“There’s no way of knowing how soon it will sell, in this market,” I say. “And it’ll take time to close. Maybe I can get a personal loan to cover the rest.” I’ll call the bank, see if they can do anything for me before time runs out. Before Brenda decides she wants more.
