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Weston reaches up and pinches my nipples until I cry out my pleasure as my hips buck upward. “You know what I love, bad girl? I love the sweet, hot feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock. I love the sight of your swollen nipples aching for me to bite them. I love the sound of your breath hissing between your teeth because you know what’s coming. You know how good I’m gonna fuck you.”
His naughty words flow over me even as his dick spears me and my control slips with every thrust. Every inch of him feels incredible as he owns me in a way he never has before. He’s claiming me, just like he’s claiming our future together.
“Please, Wes…”
He reaches for my legs, slipping them over his shoulders. The new angle does wonders for me. I bite my lip and shut my eyes as he buries himself to the hilt. It’s much deeper than before. Weston grinds with each perfect stroke, letting his movements stimulate my clit. We’re loud but we can’t be bothered by that because quiet isn’t an option—the couch keeps squeaking under us, and my breath comes to me in great uneven gasps.
“I love you, Elowyn,” he whispers, reaching between us to strum my clit. “And I want you to come right fucking now. You’re mine, bad girl. I want to feel your legs shaking.”
The explosion of my second orgasm catches me by surprise. I inhale, then cry out sharply, my whole body tensing up. Weston’s not far behind, giving three unsteady thrusts before falling apart. My vision dims for a second, and I struggle to catch my breath. As we slowly drift back to earth together, our gazes collide.
I stare into Weston’s eyes, feeling his heart beat in sync with mine. I see the depth of his love for me reflected in the soft, warm glow, and I’m overwhelmed. For this man, I’d weather any storm. His arms wrap around me, holding me close as if he could somehow pull me even closer, fuse us into a single being. My skin hums, an electrical charge from where our bodies touch. I trace a path along the contours of his face, committing every inch to memory.
I feel his lips on my forehead, a whisper-soft touch that echoes the promise in his eyes. We don’t need words; our connection goes beyond them. It is born from understanding, from sharing each other’s burdens and joys, and from being a comforting presence in each other’s lives.
I’m his soft place to fall and he’s mine.
As I surrender myself to the gentle rhythm of our combined breaths, I know this is where I belong. We’re two souls intertwined, forever bound by a love as fierce and wild as the challenges we’ve faced, as tranquil and steady as the calm after.
This is us.
This is our story.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Epilogue
Weston
If you had told me a year ago that I would be bringing my Mom with me to see my girlfriend, I’d have laughed. First, at the idea that I’d even have a steady girlfriend. Second, at the thought of me bringing the feral cat that is my mother anywhere near anyone I want to be on good terms with.
But things can change if you let them. Especially when you’re willing to put in the work. I can’t sell Mom short on this one. She’s been going to group therapy for domestic violence survivors for six months, and she’s been seeing a counselor with me to talk about our relationship. Both are things we should’ve been doing from the get-go, but it’s better late than never. I’m seeing new sides to her that I never knew before, and I can only hope she can say the same about me.
She’s even gone out to lunch with Banjo a time or two.
The overhead bell dings when we come in the door, and Elowyn calls out a quick hello from somewhere behind a pile of boxes and product wrappers deep in the store. Her gifting business has expanded so quickly that it took over our apartment, and she’s given it physical space in the pharmacy. With her social media visibility and word of mouth, the response has been tremendous. As for the pharmacy itself, the storefront side has been doing so well that she talked her parents into adding an alternative medicine section to the store, too. Once Eden backed her up with solid figures and I helped plan all of the new displays, it was a done deal. She’s been hard at work setting everything up for weeks now, and I know she needs to take a break today before she totally loses her mind.
I have to admit that I’m feeling a bit neglected. It’s amazing how fast I went from broody loner to lovesick boyfriend with dreams for the future. I really miss her when she’s not around as much as I’d like her to be. I was the archetype of a lone wolf, a man who wore his solitary existence like a favorite pair of perfectly worn jeans, comfortable and familiar. Shit, Lee Child could have used me to craft his next character. But then she walked into my life, and everything changed. When Elowyn’s around, I’m the best version of myself.
I love the way she lights up a room when she walks in, and the way her laughter sounds like the most beautiful melody. I love the way her eyes sparkle with mischief, promising a world of fun and adventure. I love the warmth of her touch, the way her fingers trace patterns on my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I love the way she looks at me as if I’m the only person in the world. I love the way she kisses me, slow and sweet and passionate all at once, making my heart race and my breath hitch in my chest. I love the way she fits perfectly in my arms, as if we’re two pieces of a puzzle, snapping together.
I love the way she challenges me, pushing me to be a better man, step out of my comfort zone and fight for what I believe in. I love our late-night conversations, the way we lose track of time as we share our thoughts, dreams, and fears.
I love the way she sighs my name in the dead of night when our bodies accidentally meet, her voice a seductive whisper that sends shivers of anticipation down my spine. I love the way she arches her back, her body responding to my touch, inviting me to claim her as mine.
It’s amazing how quickly I’ve transformed, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because every moment without her feels like an eternity, and every moment with her is a memory I cherish.
Elowyn is my everything.
“I never realized healing could be so stressful,” she laughs, roughly breaking down an empty box and tossing it onto a pile behind her. She gestures to a display of holistic stress relief and calming gummies. “Hey, Gail. Is it time for a lunch break already?”
Mom nods. “Take your time though, kiddo. No rush.”
Mom never would have been so patient before. The difference is enough to make my head spin sometimes. The journey hasn’t been easy, and things aren’t perfect, but she’s not trying to bite people’s heads off anymore. And Elowyn’s kind, gentle nature really brings out the best in my mom, no question. I know my mom is starting to think of Elowyn like the daughter she always wanted, and I’m starting to think that Elowyn is better for her than she is for me. The bell rings again and Elowyn huffs.
“Welcome! Someone will be with you in just a moment!” She flips frantically through a stack of stapled invoices, looking between an empty shelf to a stack of boxes of incense and back again. “Jared should be back from break any minute now. I let him go early because it was slow, and he’s been so busy back there lately.”
