by Dee Ellis
Grace knew what she was doing pairing us together, and I think she deserves much more than a wedding invite.
“I want to be your wife. I love you more.” Pike roars and takes my mouth as his body takes mine.
We spend the rest of the week barely leaving the house. Pike makes a trip to town to get the rest of my things from the school and my apartment. Dean Saunders accepts my resignation and wishes us well with our engagement. Pike wasted no time in telling anyone who would listen.
After a little soul-searching I decide to start making jewelry full time. My final paycheck becomes an investment. Into something that feeds my soul.
For the first time ever, I love what I'm doing. I’m excited about it. I love where I am in my life and who I'm sharing it with.
And I owe all of it to a matchmaker who had me sending old school love letters. Ones that I will always treasure.
Even now, I wake up to a note Pike has left every single morning.
Dear Sexy Gem,
I love you, baby. Sorry I woke you the way I did. My day doesn’t feel like it starts until I make you come. Be home after practice. Want to see your work when you call me today. Miss me until I get home.
Until I make you come again
Sexy Swimmer
XOXO
Pike never writes words he doesn’t mean.
Pike
2 Years Later
Dear Sexy Gem,
I am the luckiest man in the world. Love waking up next to you and going to sleep with you beside me. And I love watching your belly grow with our son and I don’t even care if he swims. Love it so much might not wait too long to put another baby in you.
I chuckle as I read over the words I’m writing to my wife. It’s the truth though—Maia is sexy as fuck pregnant. Her tits are round and heavy, her hips are even sexier, and I love how needy she is for me at all times. Needy but ready to become a mother.
Maia was meant to be a mother. A few months after she left her job at the college her nesting began. My little bachelor’s cabin quickly became a home that showed her touch everywhere. None of the pillows or paint mattered though.
Maia is what made it a home.
A home we are saying goodbye to.
Dean Saunders kept our secret while I focused on graduating and training for Olympic trials. Maia beamed proudly at graduation and as I was announced as the newest Team USA member. Maia insists I earned it. I insist it was because she was by my side rooting for me with my ring on her finger after I made her my wife.
We were married out here at the cabin just a few months after we met. It was just us, our dog Booker as ring bearer and a few friends. No one else mattered. Just the words we spoke to start our life.
We spent our first years here together building that life together. I train every day while my wife makes lovely jewelry. A business that not only fulfills her soul but keeps our bank account full. I joke that she’s my sugar mama.
Making her my baby mama took time because I was selfish with her. Soon enough the entire world will be at our door and I wanted her just to myself before I had to share her, even with a baby.
Our time out here has been the best years of my life. I come home to the woman of my dreams. I make love to her in the lake I train in or on the sandy beach as we live our best life. I never want to leave this place but the real world has come knocking just as I knew it would.
Olympic qualifiers are a few months away but the circus has begun. Last month I signed a solid endorsement deal—one that will allow me to provide well enough that my wife can now call me her sugar daddy—and my face is in the public eye now.
Seems the entire world wants a piece of my story and me.
Only Maia gets my words and my pieces.
On the day I signed that contract I found out she got some of the best pieces. Finding out we were pregnant on the day an endorsement promised I could always take care of my family was the second-best day of my life. The first of course being the day I walked into that classroom to find Maia.
“We ready to go?” Maia wonders as she pads barefoot into our empty kitchen.
Folding up today’s letter—I still write her several times a week and love finding her letters stashed around the house—I twist to open my arms to my wife.
“Don’t know if I am or not.” Glancing around the first home we shared, I sigh almost sadly.
Tonight, we board a plan to take us to our new home near Olympic training facilities. Two years of our life together is packed with the movers. Booker is outside marking every inch of this place as his.
Bending to scoop Maia up, I carry her over the threshold for the last time and towards the lake. I don’t stop until we’re chest deep and my wife is giggling wildly, making my heart soar. I love her laughter more than anything.
Almost anything.
“Pike! We’re ruining our clothes.” I throw our soaked clothes on the sandy shore as the sun sets on our life here.
“Love you my Sexy Gem.” I whisper as I slide inside her one last time in our little lake.
Maia’s words mean more to me than any Olympic gold. The words she gives me as I claim her body and soul mean everything.
“Love you more, my Sexy Swimmer.”
Impossible. No way she loves me more than I love her.
But I’ll take her words.
Maia’s words gave me her. Gave me a home, a future, and now a family.
That’s better than any gold medal.
The End
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Dee Ellis
Born and raised in the Midwest, reading and writing have always been Dee’s passion. Short stories became long stories that finally, became books.
While playing grownup during the day, meaning working a job, Dee wrote her first book. When not reading or writing, which leaves less time than she is proud of, Dee loves spending her time with her furbabies, her husband and lots of movies night
Find Dee:
Facebook: Dee Ellis Author
Reader Group– Dirty Dolls
Instagram: @ authordeellis
Twitter: @ authordeellis
Website: www. deeellisauthor.com
Dee’s Other Books
The Burn Series:
Let it Burn
Burn it Down
Burn for Me
Slow Burn
Crystal Cove Holidays Novella Series:
Snow Angel
Stupid Cupid
Chasing Glory
Tricky Treats
New Resolutions
Lucky Duck
Good Fridays
Father Figures
Scary Single
Having Grace
Standalones:
Fighting for Her
Just One Night
Mustang Maverick
Collaborations:
Santa’s Bab
y
Resolutions: Double Dare
Anthologies:
Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries
Crooked Crowns: A Fairytale Fantasy Anthology
Cop Tales: An Anthology for a Cause
