“Don’t stop, Blair. Shit!” I screamed as my orgasm tore through me, but she never faltered, even when her own orgasm followed mine and her thrusts became irregular as she moaned out in pleasure.
After the hardest orgasm of my life, I dropped onto the bed, limp and breathless.
“Goddamn, baby. You never cease to amaze me,” I breathed as she crawled back into bed, snuggling up to me and kissing my neck gently.
She smiled, and I wanted to capture it forever. “I’m not sure what I love more, getting fucked from behind by you, or seeing the cock move in and out of you.”
I kissed her hard, whining when she broke us apart. We were going to be late if we kept at it, and I had every intention to keep going if she didn’t stop me.
After we took the longest shower—partly my fault because I loved eating her out in there—we finally made it to the bookstore.
We had been closed for months while the renovations finished up. Business had been doing better after my accident. Maybe people felt sorry for a business owner who almost died, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth.
When we got there, Kaia was already opening up, of course. Since becoming co-owner, she had really grown into the role. She took her job seriously, and sometimes I had to be the one to tell her to relax. Not that she listened. If your name wasn’t Daisy, you might as well be talking to a wall.
Their friendship had really grown over the past year. Daisy was at the store every day, and once a month she got paid for it. When Kaia had demanded I hire someone to teach sign language, I didn’t have to ask why, but I had given her the go-ahead to hire whoever she saw fit. I shouldn’t have been surprised when Daisy showed up on the day of the first class.
“There you are! We thought you two weren’t going to show!” Fallon smirked from the counter where Rylee was stocking up beside her.
Rylee still bartended on the weekends, but she had quit Brewed Awakening without a second thought when I asked her to come work at the store. I didn’t hesitate when Blair had the idea to offer her the opportunity to run her own café. It probably helped that I offered her double what she was making, which let her work more on her photography business, but I liked to think she did it out of the kindness of her heart, not her wallet.
“Of course we made it. We just got a late start this morning.” I winked at Blair and smirked at the reddening of her perfectly soft cheeks.
“Oh, I’m sure you did.” Mackenzie came out from the back, holding a box of receipt paper, a furry friend by her side.
“Is she causing you trouble, Milo?”
“Hardly. She treats him like our child.” Fallon shook her head.
Two months after Blair had moved in, I had Marcus help with the arrangements to adopt Milo. I knew Blair adored him, and I adored her, so it was a no-brainer.
“He is! Our godchild, anyway. Besides, it’s goodpractice for the future.” She smiled and kissed her wife’s forehead.
It was still surreal to say that I had two married best friends, one thinking about children and the other one…
“Isn’t that the truth? I’ve been getting my steps in, taking him for walks all the time. At this point, this baby is going to be walking out of me,” a very pregnant Penelope added from the couch.
Milo walked over and positioned himself at her feet, settling there. Penelope and her husband, Greg, were expecting a baby girl in four months, which was insane!
The past two years had been a whirlwind. A lot of good moments and a lot of bad ones. Losing Blair being one of the worst, alongside my accident. I learned how short life can really be, and I promised myself to make the most of it.
I didn’t even think about it when I asked Blair to move in. After not being with her, I never wanted to have that feeling again. I needed her, and I needed her close. She still worried sometimes when I got sick or hurt, but I couldn’t fault her for being protective. If the roles were reversed, I would never let her out of my sight.
Since Kaia had taken over half the company, it gave me more time to experience life, and the love in it. I had even traveled out of state for a few days to go to signings or other literary events with Blair, something I would have never done before, but I never had to try with Blair.
“So who drove here?” Cara sat up from the couch next to Penelope and grinned.
Our friendship was finally back to the way it had been. I still owed her about three hundred dollars worth of meals, but a few bottles of wine had certainly helped. She came over about once a month for dinner before helping herself to our hot tub. Blair insisted on cooking every time, even though I kept telling her that we had a chef for a reason.
“Drea did today. I was too…” She looked at me and the redness of her cheeks deepened to a crimson, and I tried to suppress a chuckle. She was so unbelievably adorable when she got flustered. “Tired.”
After we’d reconciled, Blair told me she had started seeing a therapist. She was embarrassed to tell me because she thought it made her seem weak that she couldn’t overcome the obstacles in her life on her own. I did my best to reassure her that it was perfectly normal to feel that way, and it was also perfectly normal to ask for help. We were only human, and we couldn't do everything on our own.
I thought it had really been helping. If there was a storm, she would come and find me, wanting me to hold her until it was over. If I was not there, she’d call me and we’d talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. Sometimes I had her count to one hundred or describe something she saw, smelled, heard, and tasted, if anything. I’d heard about the five-senses method on a podcast about PTSD, and it seemed to work.
Six months ago, she’d started taking driving lessons and had been doing really well. Sometimes we went on the back roads, which I knew were typically quiet. Sometimes we went in residential areas, or to parks where the speed limit was low, and sometimes we stayed in large parking lots.
She experienced her first storm while driving, and I was terrified. Not only did her parents die in a car accident during a storm, but I almost died in one. I expected her to never want to learn to drive, so I was shocked when she mentioned it after one of the hottest shower sex nights of my life. It was the first, and most definitely not the last, time I used the strap in the shower. Whoever invented rain showerheads deserved a raise.
