Con Man

by Amy Brent

  Then, I felt a warm sensation guard my head before Wesley kicked back up his thrusts.

  Time and time and time again, he pounded his dick into me. He grunted and groaned. He shook and quivered. His hand protected my head from the wall, making sure I was all right as my vision began to tunnel. My heart was hammering in my ears, and the electricity coursing through my veins rolled my eyes into the back of my head. Nothing was important any longer. Nothing had to make sense. All there was in life was me, Wesley, and the sound his dick made every single time he splashed back into me.

  “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh, Olive. You’re so perfect. So tight. So beautiful. Can you come for me? Can you do it one last time?”

  In that very instant, I knew I would. No matter what he asked of me and no matter where I had to go, if he asked it, I would give it. I allowed the fire and ice to take over my body. I allowed my pussy to clamp down onto his dick. I allowed myself to be thrown into a world I’d never seen before. A pleasure I’d never breached before. A line I’d never crossed before.

  Then, just as he buried his dick deep into my body, his balls smacked against my clit one last time.

  And that sent me over the edge.

  We fell together, his cock pumping me full of his come while my pussy pulled him closer and closer. His tongue lapped at my back while my toes curled, and I could feel the tightness in every single muscle of his body. His orgasm seemed almost painful, like the denial was too much even for him. Stream after stream of come filled me to the edge and then spilled over onto the bed below us. Wesley whispered my name like a prayer while my vision began to tunnel, and the moment my hips collapsed to the bed, Wesley’s body followed.

  I felt every single muscle of his pressed against me. I felt the way he trembled and shook. The way his lips couldn’t get enough of my skin even as his body screamed to stop. We lay there in our sweat and juices, trying to suck up enough air to get out the words we so desperately wanted to say to one another.

  But our actions portrayed it. Our actions had played out those words.

  I closed my eyes and felt myself slip into a peaceful slumber, but the moment Wesley slid off my body, it jolted me awake. I reached out for him, unable to move with my exhaustion, and he somehow found the strength to gather me up in his arms and move us to the edge of the bed. I laid against him as his lips found my ear, his breath shivering my skin even though my limbs couldn’t move.

  Then, he said those beautiful words that had taken us ages to speak.

  “I love you so much.”

  I found the strength to turn in his arms, and I placed a small kiss on the tip of his nose. I lost myself in the beauty of Wesley’s smile, my eyes fluttering closed when his thumb came up to trace my flushed cheeks. The two of us giggled together, somehow embarrassed at what we’d just done. But then, I finally destroyed the silence.

  “Where do we go from here?” I asked.

  I watched as Wesley’s eyes danced around my face. I could tell he was thinking, but I just wasn’t sure about what. It was a valid question after all. Destiny was gone, his past was no longer chasing after us, and we had admitted our love to one another after all these years.

  Where did we go from there?

  “Well, eventually we both have to get back to work,” he said.

  “Yes, that’ll have to happen,” I said, giggling.

  “I figured I could take you out on some actual dates. You know, where we eat and dress up and parade around and stuff.”

  “Oh, sounds nice,” I said. “I don’t know if we’ve done one of those yet.”

  “I don’t think we even did that in high school,” he said, grinning.

  “When would you like to do this new little date?”

  “Well, I work in the evenings for the rest of the week, but if you aren’t opposed to a nice lunch, I could take you out anytime this week.”

  “What about a nice breakfast?” I asked.

  “Oh, you’re gonna be my breakfast,” he said. “No one gets to feast off you but me.”

  “All right, lunch it is,” I said, giggling. “Wanna try lunch on Thursday?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I continued to search Wesley’s face, and he sighed before he pulled me closer. While getting a date on the calendar was nice, I wanted more. I wanted to know where we were going from here. What we were reaching to. What was going to become of us?

  “That wasn’t the answer you were looking for,” he said.

  “I love you, Wes. And when I say that, I don’t mean I love you just right now. I love you, as in I’ve loved you for years. I may not have known it, but that was the reason I kept myself cooped up as badly as I did. I cooped myself up from the world because I didn’t want anyone else but you. Not after we broke up, not after high school, not after any of it. The guys I tried to date, I just compared them to you. It wasn’t fair to them, and it wasn’t fair to me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Olive,” he said.

  “I’m not looking for an apology, Wes. I’m looking for where you stand. Because now you know where I stand, what I mean when I tell you that I love you.”

  My eyes searched his desperately. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, and it caused me to begin breathing erratically. My hands began to tremble, and suddenly, I felt vulnerable. More vulnerable than I ever wanted to feel with another person ever again. My hands scrambled for the covers, trying to pull them up onto my body as I pulled my gaze from Wesley’s.

  But all he did was bring his hand down around my trembling hands before I could cover up my body.

  “Olive, I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know because I don’t have a plan. All my life, I’ve spent wandering. Drifting. Just sort of floating and trying to prove to the world that I didn’t have to open up to someone to get what I wanted. But now, I’m sitting in a boat I never thought I’d find myself in. I love you, Olive, but I don’t have a plan. I don’t have one because I don’t know where I am. I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in years. Feelings I’ve intentionally buried, but there is one thing I can tell you. One thing I can tell you for certain that I know will answer a lot of the questions you currently have.”

  “Well, what is it?” I asked.

  “There isn’t a thing I want to do without you, and there isn’t a memory I want to create that doesn’t have you in it. There isn’t a place I want to go without you by my side, and there isn’t a life I want to create that doesn’t have you by my side. I love you, and just because I’m in new territory doesn’t mean I want to walk it alone. I want to take you out and show you off before coming home and peeling you out of your clothes. I want to wake up with you in my arms and bury my face between your legs just so I can hear your sweet moans drip from your lips first thing in the morning. I want to take vacations with you and spend time with you. I want to tell women who flirt with me that I’m taken and then launch into a beautiful description of you. I don’t want anyone else but you, Olive. That’s what I mean when I tell you I love you.”

  Tears formed in my eyes before my lips lunged for his. Wesley’s arms cloaked my back, pulled me deep into him before his hand reached down for the covers. My body was shivering with excitement at the prospect that he wanted the same. He wanted me at his side, just like I wanted him.

  I felt the covers descend over my body, wrapping the two of us together just as the kiss stopped. My eyes fluttered shut, my ability to keep them open any longer coming to an end. For the first time in my life, I felt safe. Secure. I knew I’d wake up to the beautiful sun streaming through the windows, and I knew Wesley would be there in my arms.

  I knew I wouldn’t wake up alone, and in the end, that was all I’d ever wanted.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  Wesley

  It didn’t take long for me to realize I hadn’t seen much of Olivia. Between her working during the days and me working during the evenings, it didn’t give us much time to cross paths. Mornings when my arms w
ere empty left me feeling downtrodden and disappointed, and I couldn’t help feeling as if I was missing out on something.

  Olivia and I had gotten into a nice rhythm, but I wanted more. I got to sink myself into her every chance I got, but it still wasn’t enough. Our sexual escapades in various places continued with us almost getting caught on the beach, but the moment we stumbled into the house, I pressed her bare back to the glass and fucked her until she cried out for mercy. Every date we went on ended with her mouth around my cock in a bathroom, but my favorite escapade was the night we spent on the roof of her condo with my head between her legs as she moaned out toward the stars.

  But still, those empty mornings without her by my side made my heart ache.

  So, I’d asked her to move in. A couple of weeks after things settled with Destiny, I popped the question. I took her out for lunch after devouring her for breakfast, and I asked her if she wanted to move in with me. At first, she was hesitant. Olivia was within walking distance of her office, but with a little convincing and a few whispered promises in her ear, she was moving her stuff in that night.

  But now, six months later, even though I woke up with her in her arms, I still felt like it wasn’t enough.

  I wracked my brain for weeks. I slid my cock into her every time I could, I asked Chad for advice whenever I was at work, and I spent every waking hour I had around her. On my days off, I visited her at work. I’d play with her pussy between clients and press her against her office desk while her infamous software was running, but as the mornings passed, I felt that same, empty feeling settle in the pit of my stomach.

  Until I passed by a jewelry store.

  The front of the store was advertising all the specials they had going on for the holidays. Winter had settled in the Malibu area, and the tourists had all gone home. There was a cool, crisp bite in the air that had scared us off the beach. Gone were the nights where we made love in the sand, and in its place were other risky outlets for our debauched pleasures.

  But as I stood at the window, looking at the beautiful display of rings, I realized what I was missing.

  I walked into the store and began to browse. Diamonds and stones of all colors, shapes, and sizes jumped out at me. Bands with different designs and stones with different settings twinkled in my eyes. Even with me loving all the sex we had, even with the sex being as risky and rewarding as it was, there was still something I wanted even more.

  Olivia’s presence in my life, her permanence.

  My heart hammered as I shooed all the store clerks away. I didn’t need their help with the latest fashions or designs. I didn’t need their advice on colors or engravings to go inside the band. I didn’t even need their help in figuring out whether this was something I wanted to do.

  I knew the moment I came across the store that this was what was missing. I knew the moment I laid eyes on those rings that I wanted to get one for Olivia.

  I knew the moment my eyes landed on that one ring that I would ask her to marry me.

  The band itself was gold. It sparkled, just like the fading tan of her sun-kissed skin. The yellow diamond twinkled like the sparkle in her eye, but it was the chocolate diamonds that peppered down both sides of the band that caught my eye. It reminded me of the thick, luscious tendrils my hair fisted every single night. It reminded me of the dark passion that burned behind her eyes. It reminded me of the dark place I had once been in until she came traipsing back into my life.

  Until she came traipsing into that cabana.

  I had no idea what her ring size was, but I didn’t care. I knew I could get it resized if it was too big or too small, so I went with the size that was one tick higher than I thought her size would be. I watched the jeweler put the ring in the velvet box, but I waved the bag away, opting to stick the ring in my pocket. I knew exactly how I was going to propose to my Olivia.

  And I was going to do it tonight.

  I purchased the ring and thanked the man for it before I rushed home to get ready. Olivia was going to be off work in two hours, and I wanted to make sure this was special. I hopped in the shower and washed myself down, grooming my hair before I dried off. For once, the sex wasn’t going to be the punctuation of my evening. For once, I wasn’t drooling over tasting the luscious silken fluids in between Olivia’s legs.

  Now, the only thing I could envision was one word dripping from her lips.

  I pulled a nice pair of slacks up my legs before I pulled on an undershirt. I draped a linen shirt over it, the sheer fabric brushing against my skin. Then, I set off for my car. I was going to pick Olivia up straight from work, no questions asked. I didn’t want to give her a second to step into our home and get tired. I didn’t want to risk her taking a nap halfway through her getting ready.

  I wanted to ask her while she still had the energy of the day coursing through her system.

  When I saw Olivia walk out of her building, I honked. Her eyes lit up at the surprise, and she ran across the road. As she approached the car, I rolled the window down. She thrust her lips upon mine, her fingers running through my hair, but as she pulled back, I could see the questions rolling behind her eyes.

  “Get in,” I said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  “Where are we going?” she asked. “I thought we weren’t celebrating our six-month anniversary until this weekend.”

  “Just sit back and relax.”

  I settled my hand onto her leg, but anxious energy jiggled her leg and gave her nervousness away. I tried to massage her muscles, getting her beautiful body to relax in the car, but she was too excited to calm down. I smiled, feeling her body wiggle underneath my fingertips, and I thought about playing with her pussy. I thought about what her body would be like, spread open for my own viewing pleasure while I was speeding us down the highway. That was one thing we had yet to do together, but I swallowed hard to try and rid my mind of the lustful images.

  There was something more important I wanted to do tonight.

  By the time we got to the place on the coast I wanted to be, the sun was already setting below the trees. The stars began to twinkle and dance above our heads, and Olivia was nodding off. I pulled the car to a stop as Olivia’s head shot up, and before she could say anything, I was out the door and trotting around over to her side.

  “Come with me,” I said as I offered my hand.

  I dragged her onto the beach where the waves lapped up on the shore. The ocean barreled out its cold symphony, washing over us a cool breeze you could only feel on the water. Olivia wrapped her hands around her chest and shivered with the coolness of the night, but she wasn’t shivering for long before her body locked up in shock.

  I pulled out the ring box and dipped to one knee. Immediately, Olivia’s jaw swung toward the ground.

  “Olivia Hart, the first time I laid eyes on you was when I was fifteen years old. I was a horny high school boy who thought I could do you a favor by getting into your pants, but in the process, you taught me a valuable lesson. You taught me I was capable of loving someone, even though I hadn’t felt loved. You showed me I had the ability to care for someone when I didn’t feel cared for. You exposed to me the raw truth I’d been hiding from, all my life up until that point. You exposed the fact that it was all right to be vulnerable, as long as it was with the right people.”

  Olivia’s hands slowly encased her mouth, and tears brewed behind her eyes. I had to swallow hard, choking back tears of my own, before I could continue with the speech I’d prepped in my head on the drive over.

  “And then, you barreled into that tent,” I said. “You came in there with your beautiful eyes and your naked smile, and in an instant, every single thing I thought I’d let go came crashing back down around me. You sucked me in, mind, body, and soul, and from that first night we were together, I knew I wouldn’t be able to kick you. In high school, you were a habit. A habit I had to get rid of. But now? You’re my life support. My breath. The thing that keeps me waking up in the morning. You’re the physic
al token of why I strive to be better every single day, and I can’t spend another second of my life thinking you might not be in it. I was empty. Hurt. Gasping for air until I met you. Until I re-met you. Olivia Hart, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, so I never have to choke on the stale air of my own destruction ever again?”

  I watched as tears flowed down Olivia’s cheeks. I knelt there in the cold sand, waiting for her to say something. My eyes pleaded with her while her watery gaze continued to leak tears over her skin, and then, her head moved in the direction I wanted it to move.

  Followed by the one word I wanted so desperately to hear.

  “Yes,” she said, nodding.

  “You will?” I asked.

  “Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! Yes. I will marry you, Wesley Fox.”

  I sprung up from my knee and wrapped my arms around her. I picked her up and swung her around in the sand, feeling her tears of joy trickle onto my skin. Setting her down, I took her trembling hand and eased the ring onto her finger.