For Us: The Girl I Loved

by Wylder, Penny

  Gloria practically pounces on us, hugging us both. “You guys don’t even know how happy I am that the rumors are true because you guys are so fucking cute it makes me sick.”

  “Thank you for saying that,” Amber says. “I think you just saved my job.”

  “Is it true?” I ask Gloria.

  “Absolutely. There’s a whole corner of the internet that’s obsessed with you two,” Gloria says. “Trust me.”

  I hold up my free hand in surrender. “I do.”

  “Good. Now how public is this? Because this is going to take the gossip world by storm and I want to be on the front lines.”

  “Not super public,” Amber says, looking at me, “but not super private either. We’re going to do an interview together, after season one, and we’ll tell people all the details.”

  I look down at her, and the happiness glowing in her eyes, and I have to kiss her again. That happiness has been earned by both of us, and now that we have it back, we’re never letting it go.

  Epilogue

  Amber

  Six Months Later

  “So you’ve known each other all this time?” The interviewer asks, shocked.

  I smile up at Peter. “Yeah. We had our ups and downs. One really big down, actually, but we were high school sweethearts. And when we were both hired on Undercover, we realized that those feelings had never gone away.”

  The lights in the studio are bright, and it feels weird to be sitting in front of the camera instead of behind it, but for the moment the set of Undercover is the set for our exclusive interview. We’re telling our story for the first time the way it’s meant to be told, and based on the buzz it’s gotten since it was announced, it’s a story that people have been wanting to hear.

  “Now, Peter,” the interviewer asks. “What was your reaction when you saw Amber again for the first time?”

  His arm tightens around my waist. “I was…shocked,” he says. “I never thought I was going to see her again, didn’t even know she was in Los Angeles. And when I saw her, I knew it was my chance. I knew I was going to make her fall in love with me again.”

  “That’s really sweet.”

  The interviewer the entertainment show sent is really good. She bounces back and forth between us, working her way through the story that we briefed her on. We even have the chance to set the record straight about Clay Markham, who despite the legal gag orders he’s signed, has been consistently trying to slander us. It hasn’t worked.

  Finally, we get to where we are now. “So you two are working on season two of Undercover, together. How’s it going so far? Has it changed your dynamic on the set?”

  “Absolutely not,” Peter answers. We agreed that he’d answer this type of question. “Amber is the head of the show, and just because we’re dating doesn’t change that. She values the opinions of everyone on set, including mine. She’s running a really collaborative show here. And the fact that we’re in a relationship and can be open about it has made the atmosphere even better.”

  “That’s fantastic. So what’s on the horizon for you both?”

  “Well,” I say, “We’re greenlit through season three of Undercover, so we’ll be doing this together for at least one more year. After that, we’ll see, though we both agree that we want to keep working together on projects when possible, because it’s been an amazing experience so far.”

  The interviewer beams. “And personally?”

  I blush, we thought this question might come up, but honestly, I hadn’t thought of a good way to answer it. I’m in it for the long haul, and Peter is too. We’ve talked about it. But it’s different when you’re saying it on television. But it’s probably already clear that I’ve gone beet red. So I decide to look at Peter, and let him handle it.

  And he has been handling it. Our system just didn’t last the week, it’s still going, because that’s what works for us. He doesn’t mind that I’m the boss at work, and I like that he’s—mostly—the boss at home. We’re a good balance for each other, and the last months have been great as we are starting to learn each other again just as well as we did in high school.

  Peter smiles down at me, and kisses me on the forehead. “We’re doing really well, personally, and I think we’ll continue to do well, though I think how well depends on the next few minutes.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Peter pulls away from me, off of the couch that we’re sitting on together, and a hush falls over the room, the entire filming crew suddenly going still. I realize what’s happening. This is happening now. “Oh, my God.”

  Peter gets down on one knee in front of me, and suddenly I’m crying. The tears are welling up and over my eyes and I can barely see him through the blur. The interviewer has her hands over her mouth. She didn’t know this was happening either, and now it’s being captured by three different cameras.

  “Amber,” Peter says, taking my hands in his. “I’ve been in love with you since eleventh grade when you dragged me out of the snow and into drama club. I was in love with you when we talked about forever, even though we were young, and forever is a long time. I was in love with you when we were apart, even if I pretended that I wasn’t. And I’ve fallen in love with you all over again in the last nine months.

  “I’ve told you more than once that you’re it for me, and I still know that it’s true. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I don’t want to waste any more time telling the world about it. I love you, more than anything.”

  Then he pulls out a ring, pale gold with a dainty diamonds and more diamonds swirling off it. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. “Will you marry me?”

  I lunge forward and kiss him, wrapping my arms around his neck and I hear the cheering of the film crew around me. I don’t want to let him go, so I keep kissing him. So long that it’s comical, before he pulls back and asks. “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes,” I say, even though my voice is watery. There’s cheering all over again as he puts the ring on my finger and pulls me to him on the couch, holding me closer than before. He presses a kiss to my temple, and I can’t stop smiling or stop the tears from flowing.

  “Okay, wow,” the interviewer says, “I did not expect that.”

  “I was keeping it a surprise,” Peter says.

  I shake my head. “A damn good one, I had no idea.” Peter laughs and kisses my cheek. I love when he gets like this, because the way he’s constantly kissing me chastely means that he’s dying to get me alone. To do more. It’s his way of telling me. “I always knew we would get married,” I tell her, “I just didn’t know when.”

  “You always knew?”

  “After all we’ve been through?” I look up at Peter. “Yeah. Once he was back in my life, I knew it was for good.”

  The interviewer thinks that’s a good spot to end it, so she turns to camera and performs her outro, and I look down at my ring, blazing like a galaxy of stars under the brilliant lights.

  She says congratulations to us, as does most of the crew she brought with her, and it’s another half an hour before we get out of there and to Peter’s car, where he jumps in and starts to drive, my hand in his.

  “I can’t believe you did that.”

  “I’m glad you were surprised.”

  I shake my head. “Did you do that because you didn’t think I would say yes if it was just us?”

  “Of course not,” he says softly. “I’m just very arrogant, and want everyone to know how much I fucking love you.”

  I laugh. “Or you wanted the ratings.”

  “Honestly, it wasn’t that, though I fully expect that interview to be amazing and for people to be knocking down our door with projects. The truth is I was so nervous that it was the only place I could surprise you, because I was acting, and you weren’t expecting it. Any other place you would have noticed my nerves, and it wouldn’t have worked.”

  “Oh.”

  Peter turns the car off in the driveway and is around to my d
oor faster than I can blink. He lifts me out of the car and carries me into the house and up into our bedroom. We gave up pretending that we lived in separate houses a few months ago, and so far, it’s been amazing.

  “I really like my ring,” I tell him as we’re on the stairs.

  “Good,” he says, “because it’s going to be the only thing that you’re wearing in a couple of minutes.”

  I shiver, not knowing what’s coming next, but not caring. I’m with Peter and we’re getting married. Happiness bubbles up through my chest and I can’t believe it. I feel like I swallowed a star and that the light is going to come leaking out of me because I’m shining.

  “I need to call my parents before that interview goes live,” I say as Peter puts me down. “They’re still mad that they found out we were together on the internet first. If I let them find out you proposed on TV they’ll—” he shuts me up with a kiss.

  “You can call them later,” he says, “because right now, I need you.”

  His eyes are dark with hunger and I smile as I shrug out of my shirt. “I thought you might. You kept kissing me at the interview.”

  “Only because I couldn’t do anything else.”

  I laugh again, but then he kisses me while stripping off my bra, and I’m not laughing anymore. He steps back to shed his own shirt and pants, and I shove mine off.

  Peter nods to the bed, and I get on it. I love that we’re reading each other’s cues, and we know each other so well that we don’t have to talk it out. I want us to get so close that we know what the other is thinking, and I know that we’ll get there.

  The last item to go is Peter’s underwear, and he’s already rock hard. I want him, and whatever he’s going to choose for tonight. He climbs onto the bed, prowling up to me like a hunter and I’m the prey. I lay back so that he’s over me, let him look at me, and the world falls away. It’s just him and me.

  “Spread your legs,” he says roughly, and I do. He thrusts in in a single stroke and no matter how many times he does it, I’ll never be ready. He’s too big and it takes my breath away every time. He catches my mouth in a kiss, and I’m dizzy with the lack of air as he consumes me. Everything comes rushing back as he releases me and I breathe. I’m squeezing down on him, feeling the fullness, measuring how much of me he takes up.

  It’s everything.

  Peter grabs one of my hands, and then the other, taking my wrists and pulling them outward and upward so we’re both stretched. Then he tucks his feet under my legs and pushes my legs apart until they won’t go further. He lowers his weight onto me, and I gasp. It’s been a while since we’ve done this. We’ve spent time fulfilling each other’s fantasies and experimenting with new things. But I forgot about this. How could I forget about this? It’s everything I need wrapped up at once.

  I moan into his ear, and he moves his hips. “Together,” he says. Not just him, or just me, but both of us. Rocking slowly at first and picking up speed, I’m so near of him. I can feel the way he’s breathing because he’s pressed up against me and I can feel his fingers in-between mine, my ring squeezed against his finger. I can feel the delicious length and thickness of his cock as he starts to fuck me in earnest. And most of all, I can feel his attention equally on me.

  This doesn’t just feel like sex, it feels like something more. Like a claiming, and a promise from both of us to the other. We’re breathing in sync, and I feel my pleasure rise to meet his. He kisses me, and I can’t stop him, don’t want to stop him. We’re in this together, and the wave of pleasure surges upward and swallows me whole.

  We’re moving together as one, faster and more desperate, chasing each other’s orgasms until I scream into his mouth, the dam breaking open and everything flowing out at once. He comes too, his cock spilling heat into me as he pushes further and deeper, and I’m quivering on him, pussy gripping him, squeezing, every movement sending me higher.

  I open my eyes and see Peter looking down at me, smiling. He looks just as happy as I am, glowing from the inside. “Hi,” I say. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” And I don’t think I’ve ever heard words from his mouth that are more true.

  “I can’t wait to marry you,” I breathe.

  Peter kisses me softly, and I savor the feeling of his lips on mine. “We’re going to have a wedding,” Peter says. “But you’re already my wife. I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that.”

  It rings true. I can’t imagine that a wedding license can make this deeper, any more real. “Then I love you, husband.”

  “I love you wife.”

  I giggle, and that’s when I notice that he hasn’t moved. That I’m still stretched underneath him and that his cock is still fully hard inside me. “I think I might need some celebration pancakes,” I say.

  “I’ll be happy to oblige. Later.”

  “Later?”

  He grins, “Much later.”

  And then he starts to move, and I’m lost in the pleasure all over again.

  Books By Penny Wylder

  Filthy Boss

  Her Dad’s Friend

  Rockstars F#*k Harder

  The Virgin Intern

  Her Dirty Professor

  The Pool Boy

  Get Me Off

  Caught Together

  Selling Out to the Billionaire

  Falling for the Babysitter

  Lip Service

  Full Service

  Expert Service

  The Billionaire’s Virgin

  The Billionaire’s Secret Babies

  Her Best Friend’s Dad

  Own Me

  The Billionaire’s Gamble

  Seven Days With Her Boss

  Virgin in the Middle

  The Virgin Promise

  First and Last

  Tease

  Spread

  Bang

  Second Chance Stepbrother

  Dirty Promise

  Sext

  Quickie

  Bed Shaker

  Deep in You

  The Billionaire’s Toy

  Buying the Bride

  Dating My Friend’s Daughter

  Big Man

  Trapped with My Teacher

  My 5 Bosses

  Good Girls Say Yes

  His Big Offer

  Dangerous Love

  The Roommate’s Baby

  Perfect Boss

  Cowboy Husband

  Knocked Up By Her Brother’s Enemy

  Flirt

  Lust

  Claim

  The Wife Arrangement

  Big Mountain

  The Baby Maker’s Club

  Prom King

  The Single Dad Arrangement

  Getting Her Back

  Hate to Lose You

  Drink Me Up