by Skye Darrel
My breaths are choppy, my body on fire.
When I sink to the base of his cock one more time, Sawyer skims his thumb over my clit. I explode, clenching him, crying out, arching back. He pulls my body close so our mouths seal together, my breasts mashed against his hard chest. Then his cock shudders between my walls, coming deep inside me, and I spill into a second orgasm from the force of his seed hitting the deepest parts of my pussy. We melt together in a gasping, writhing heap.
Sawyer holds me against his shoulder, stroking my hair.
“Thank you for making my fairy tale come true,” I whisper.
“Thank you, angel, for letting me.” He kisses my cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Be my forever?”
I sigh. “Yes.”
Epilogue
CHERYL
Eight months later
Our new house sits just outside D.C. overlooking the river below. Woods surround the property, and on a quiet day you can stand on the patio and hear the river rush past. Sawyer bought the place two months after our wedding, and we’re still moving in. Boxes clutter the hallways. The furniture is all new. It was Sawyer’s idea to start fresh in a place with no memories except the ones we’ll make.
I walk upstairs to the baby room. When I see the crib in the corner, I smile and touch the growing bump in my belly. We’ll be a great family. I’ve always wanted kids, to give them the love I didn’t get, but I didn’t plan on getting pregnant so soon. Though it was hardly a surprise with the way Sawyer made love to me, always raw.
He couldn’t hide his joy when I told him. I think he expected to spend the rest of his life alone. Change of plans, my love.
In the corner, Pix is sleeping in her cat bed. I kneel and stroke her fur, and she wakes for a moment purring against my hand.
“Everything okay?”
Pix licks my fingers. I scatch her chin before she goes back to sleep. She's so adorable I just want to hold her.
I go to the master bedroom. Heat rises in my belly at the sight of the big bed piled with pillows. Sawyer has made me cum so many times here, and just seeing the bed stirs a heat between my legs.
Pixie sits on the dresser nearby. I pick her up, kissing the plushy forehead. Memories flood my thoughts when I remember all the nights I held her to my chest and slept alone, growing up in one loveless home after another. All in the past. I guess it’s silly how attached I am to a stuffed animal, but Pixie kept me company in the darkest nights. I put her back on the dresser. I don’t need her anymore, but I’ll always keep her at my side.
Sawyer’s car horn sounds outside, and I hurry downstairs.
He barges through the front door like the house is on fire. “Cheryl?”
I jump into his arms. “Right here.”
“Sorry, angel. I told Felix that was the last time I go in on Saturday morning. The company isn’t my responsibility anymore. You’re all that matters.”
“It’s okay,” I say. Sawyer wanted to resign from all his positions at BrightStar, but I convinced him to stay on the executive board, in memory of Stacey. There’s nothing wrong with trying to save the world, especially when he really can.
“It’s not okay,” he growls. Sawyer knows I don’t like to be alone.
“I’m fine, really. You were only gone an hour. Maria called after you left. She’s a little stressed out about starting grad school next year, but it’s the good kind of stress. Oh, and her boyfriend proposed yesterday.”
“Ms. Flores deserves a hundred years of happiness,” Sawyer says.
“Yep. We had a good a chat, and then I checked the baby room. I mean, I hardly noticed you were gone.”
Sawyer relaxes a little. He smiles. “Hardly noticed I was gone? Are you getting tired of me, Princess?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Gently, he holds me against the wall as his hand dips under my skirt. Those intense eyes of his are possessive and determined. He kisses me like it’s our last time together, and his hand slips under my panties to cup the wetness there. “Your pussy noticed I was gone.”
My face gets warmer and I squirm when he finds my clit. “Don’t talk so dirty.”
“You like it.”
I giggle, but the sound of a truck outside pulls us out of the moment.
“What now,” Sawyer groans.
We go to the windows and see a furniture delivery truck.
“Must be our new fridge,” I say.
Sawyer’s still rubbing me from behind. “I’ll tell them to come back later. Who needs a fridge anyway?”
I slip out of his greedy grasp. “Behave, Sawyer. You can wait a little longer.”
Opening the door, I give him a naughty pout. We stand by holding hands as the delivery guys move a new fridge to the kitchen.
“Newlyweds?” One of them asks. He looks around fifty. His name tag reads Joseph, and he seems to be in charge.
“Yep,” I say.
Sawyer slings an arm around my waist. “Yes. And we like spending time together in private.”
I nudge Sawyer with my elbow. “My husband can be grouchy on Saturdays.”
Joseph smiles knowingly. He tells his crew to work faster. A few minutes later, Sawyer signs the receipt, and they’re leaving.
“Congratulations,” Joseph tells us at the front door. “Don’t lose the magic. That’s something you can’t buy.”
Sawyer and I trade a glance. “We won’t,” we say together.
After the truck leaves, Sawyer takes my hand and guides me upstairs to our big bed. We take our time undressing, savoring the moment, and Sawyer runs his hands down my body, lingering over my belly. I twirl away and climb on the bed, pulling my skirt up as I spread my legs.
Sawyer rips his clothes off like an animal. It’s not long before he frees his thick, gorgeous, and very hard cock. “See what you made me hide, Princess?”
I reach below and part my wet folds with two fingers. “I was hiding too.”
He kisses between my legs before he crawls up to find my mouth. Those eyes of his are hungry as the first time we made love in Avalon. When I feel his cock enter me, I gasp with the sweetest pleasure, and we move as one, our hearts beating in rhythm to the motions of our bodies. We climax together.
“Do you believe in magic?” I ask him.
Sawyer smiles. “I believe in you.”
He took the words from my mouth.
“I believe in us,” he says.
“Me too.”
The End
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