Backseat With The Billionaire

by Lilah May

  He kisses me even as I’m still shivering from the recovery of that mind-blowing orgasm. He strokes my hair gently as my vision clears and my body relaxes. Even his light touch makes my skin tingle like static. His eyes are back to that twinkling mischievousness as if he had some fun trick up his sleeve or he a secret that only he knows. He is so beautiful, I can’t believe I’m finally with him. That I am finally his.

  “Oh, Bobby. I love you! I’m yours! All of me is yours, forever.”

  “I love you, too.” He kisses me again, this time lingering as if he doesn’t want to let go, but when he finally does, he grins that wicked grin of his. “I hope I got you pregnant.”

  EPILOGUE

  BOBBY

  I had to keep it a secret.

  If she knew, I’m not sure how she’d react. If she’d be angry or delighted. I know. I know. The last time I kept a secret from her, it had disastrous consequences. But this one was completely necessary. I swear.

  I told her I’ve been looking for materials to build a bathroom in the cabin. For now, we had to go in a latrine, which I didn’t mind, but I wanted to make something better for her. We were still out here in the cabin because she fell in love with these mountains. I would think any other woman would want to go as far away as possible from the place she was almost killed by a bear. But she isn’t any other woman. She is my woman. A badass motherfucker.

  Alex, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate it as much. Maybe that’s an understatement. More like he was so pissed off he threatened to resign, then threatened to helicopter up here and kidnap me. But when I told him my secret, he let me stay. In fact, he sent me some tools to help. And some food. Lots of food. A healing girl gets pretty hungry.

  I wasn’t completely lying to Lisa. I was planning on making that bathroom. Soonish. Right now though, I have bigger things to worry about. When I’m nearing the cabin, Prince William runs up beside me and I give his head a little scratch.

  “Are you ready for the big moment?” He barks as if he knows what I’m saying. According to Lisa, they do, but who knows. I was relying on them for my secret plan, so they better know. “Remember what we practiced, OK?” He ignores me and races ahead of me howling, warning Lisa of our approach.

  Lisa appears out of the cabin, looking like a medieval country maiden with her plain blue frock if it wasn’t for her naturally beautiful face and her radiating smile. She looks like a queen hiding as a peasant, but unable to cover up that irresistible alluring presence. If I had been a King, I would’ve snatched her up from the countryside as soon as I laid eyes on her.

  I’m lucky she’s already mine. I still can’t believe it. She’s mine at last. I have to say it again. It feels so good to say it. She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s mine! Finally! But I still have one more thing I had to do.

  “Where have you been?”

  “Marking off some good trees. It’s an important project. You don’t want splinters on your butt.”

  “I still can’t believe you can make a bathroom with just wood.”

  “The whole cabin is made from wood. In the old days, they used to make the pipes and the sewers out of wood.”

  “Wow, you really do know everything.” She eyes me suspiciously. She knows something is up but had no idea what it was. “But where are all the tools?” She was too smart and quick. It’s why I wanted her so bad in the first place.

  “I have a little workshop out in the woods. I’ll show you it one day.” I try to brush it aside by putting it off.

  “You mean tomorrow.” She doesn’t fall for it.

  “Sure, tomorrow.” By then, it wouldn’t matter anyways. Today was the day. “How’s your ankle?”

  “Perfectly fine. All healed up.” She jumps up and down on it. “And Diana is all healed up, too.” Diana barks in agreement.

  “You’re the only one who would nurse someone else back to health while you yourself are getting nursed back to health.” What a lovely big soul she has. Magnanimous, like true royalty. If the foxes were Princess and Prince. She is the queen and deservedly so.

  “It wasn’t just someone else, it was Diana! She saved me! I owe her!” She defends Diana even though I meant no offense. “Plus, since my caretaker was so good to me, I had enough love to pass on.”

  “Hmmm...then I believe that caretaker deserves a reward.” And I lean in to kiss her and she stands on her toes to reach my lips. We’ve kissed a thousand times already but every time my lips touch hers, she melts in my arms and I never want to let her go.

  I reach down and grab her ass, pulling her hips against mine, squeezing the fleshy cheeks possessively. This ass is mine, this body is mine. She is mine, now and always. She whimpers into my mouth.

  A yelp interrupts us. The foxes still haven’t gotten used to us kissing. They probably thought I was hurting her. One of them nips at my leg. William. The jealous bastard.

  “OK! OK! You little rascal!” I swat him away with my foot as Lisa laughs at my ongoing tiff with him. “So you ready?”

  “For the hike? Of course. I’ve been itching to walk for more than a hundred meters. You’re so mean for keeping me under house arrest.”

  “Well, I don’t want you running away on me. You’re my MVP and I need to keep my most valuable person with me at all times.”

  “That’s unfair when you get to go wander out in the woods doing God knows what.”

  “I’m building a porcelain throne for you my queen. I swear.”

  “Sure. Whatever you say.” She punches me playfully.

  “OK. Fine. I lied. It’s a wooden one. But it’ll be smooth as porcelain.”

  “Let’s go. I don’t want to hear about this imaginary bathroom anymore.” She’s annoyed for real this time. I’m sorry, I want to say. I’m sorry for lying. But just wait. You’ll see.

  I lead her up the mountain on a winding trail, pointing out different trees and which ones are good for building and which would crumble under stress. She puts on a good act, pretending to be interested in what I say. There really is good lumber up here.

  When I first built the cabin and wandered these mountains a few summers back, I happened upon this place. As soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring her here. I knew it would be the perfect setting. But, all of this had been covered with ivy and undergrowth. I had to spend a few days hacking and slashing, razing a path through the woods just for today.

  “We should probably turn back soon. We’ve come a long way.” She didn’t want to say it, but she was worried about the return trip and whether her leg would hold up.

  “Let’s keep going a bit further.” I try to coax her but she catches on too quick.

  “Where are we going?” She’s too sharp.

  “Nowhere special.” My attempt at misleading her.

  “Are you finally going to show me what you’ve been so secretive about?”

  “Nope. I’m sticking to my story. That double vanity is coming along nicely. Fit for royalty.”

  “Fine,” she snaps. I don’t think she’s really mad, just irritated she’s being kept out of the loop. She makes it a point to turn mute for a ways. I oblige her and keep my mouth shut. But not soon after, she starts to slow down.

  “How much longer?” She’s breathing a bit hard. It’s the first time she’s been this far from the cabin after her injury. She’s been a champion to make it so far without even one complaint.

  “We’re almost there.”

  “Where is there?”

  “It’s a secret! Here, get on my shoulders.”

  “Why?”

  “So you can see further!”

  “Uh. I think I’m fine down here.”

  “Come on. And close your eyes.”

  “Whatever. Fine.” She’s still upset from earlier. Maybe I shouldn’t have lied. But I had a good feeling she’d be crying in a second. I lift her up, placing her legs around my neck, and I walk steadily through the thicket.

  “Keep your eyes closed.”

  “They are. Don’t whack
my head into any branches.” Woops, I didn’t think of that. I look up and barely swing her to the side in time to avoid a low hanging branch. Not going to give her the satisfaction of being right. “You just almost hit my head, right?” Damn it, nothing slips by her.

  “Nope. Nope. I just stumbled a bit.”

  “Sure.” she replies sarcastically. “Can I open my eyes yet?”

  “One second.” I step past the last of the trees and out onto a ledge. “OK, open them.” The ledge overlooks a valley where the trees have just started to change colors. Large swaths of red, yellow and orange are smeared across the green as if they were strokes from a giant paintbrush. It looks as if the trees are burning and the valley is consumed by flames and when the wind blows and the leaves shakes, it seems the fire is dancing.

  We get here just as the sun was going down. And the sky seems to reflect the burning valley below, as if the light of god was erupting from a volcano and Jesus would rise from below any moment. But in two seconds, the sun dips below the horizon and Jesus retreats, the light starting to fade. Suddenly the sky turns a brilliant shade of purple and the snowy peaks hiding the setting sun are capped in bright orange, like wind swept dunes in the desert, the pale streaks of rosy vermillion clouds hovering above them like the stripes of a sandstone mesa.

  Your gentle heart transforms the most evil of men.

  Your gentle touch calms the torrid seas and violent storms.

  Your gentle light illuminates this dark and heavy world.

  Your gentle voice makes men’s souls sing.

  Your gentle heart sets me afire.

  Your gentle touch soothes my rage.

  Your gentle light guides me from my shadows.

  Your gentle voice makes my soul sing.

  I can feel the expected tears raining down onto my hair before I hear the accompanying sniffles from above.

  “So?”

  “It’s beautiful.”

  “The view?”

  “No, you dummy. Well yes, but I meant your poem.”

  “You’re not supposed to be crying yet.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Well, I didn’t want my official proposal to be in front of a bear or with you on my shoulders, so will you marry me?” She laughs and cries at same time, choking on her tears. “I’m just kidding.” In one smooth movement, I pick her up, swing her off me, and plop her down in front of me, getting down on one knee. “William.” I click my tongue and wait. But he doesn’t show. I knew he would mess this up. “One sec...William!” He’s definitely doing this on purpose. Then, out of the bushes, he dashes out with Diana close on his tail.

  “Why’s Willy here?”

  “I knew you wouldn’t want him to miss this moment.” I want to rub it in his smug face. I was taking her. “He’s got something for you.” William runs circles around us, howling merrily. “If he would just stand still for a second. William! Come here!” I snap my fingers, but he doesn’t listen. Diana takes pity on me and barks at him. Instantly, he listens, coming to our feet, sitting all good-naturedly as if he didn’t ignore everything I just said.

  Strapped to his head, which I was surprised he let me do, is a red cherry wood box, stained so it gleams scarlet in the fading light.

  “Is this what I think it is?”

  William yelps, answering for me and encourages her to take it. She does. Immediately, William paws at the strap, ripping it off his head. He hates me for making him wear it.

  She opens the box and her eyes sparkle even though I know there’s no diamond in the box. Lisa’s hand trembles as she reaches out, but then she hesitates.

  “So is that a no?”

  “Shut up! Yes! Bobby! Of course, yes! I love you! I’ll marry you ten times over!”

  “Just once is enough.” I bound to my feet and kiss her, the fox’s chorus of howls filling the air, the last light of the sun making her face glow just like she did in my dreams. This is literally the woman of my dreams. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

  The ring is one I made myself, spending long hours scouring the forest to obtain just the right wood and stone, then toiling over various equipment, messing up a few times, having to restart, change my design plans, and finally, after the fifth try, I made this.

  The base is a black walnut, a dark brown wood, glossed over and over again so it still shines in the darkness. The edges are trimmed with a deep royal blue lapis lazuli like the dark ocean depths on one side which I had to mine from the side of the mountain. Mining meaning, I just swung a pickaxe at a rock. On the other side is an intense teal green malachite like the Hawaiian emerald beaches which I actually found in a cave I was exploring. Got really lucky when a stalactite broke off from above, crashing in front of my feet and not on my head.

  In the middle, a braided inlay of red cherry wood to match the box and to accent the darker walnut, taking days to make and weeks to practice. Using a steam bending machine, I had to weave the thin cords of fragile wood together, and at first I broke them over and over again until I finally got it perfectly entwined like a delicate elven crown.

  “A beautiful ring for a beautiful woman.” I slip it on her dainty finger, the glittering stones and the shined wood not outdoing her radiant beauty. She opens her mouth but her words catches in her throat. But her eyes say everything she wants to say, so I kiss her again and I knew she would say yes, but hearing it, seeing the ring on her, made it real, permanent. She would be mine forever and everyone would know now that I put a ring on it. A ring that I made, that had me in it, but reflected her natural elegance, matching her stunning beauty...well almost matching, nothing could quite match her.

  “Oh, Bobby. It’s incredible. This is why you were being so secretive? You were making this? I don’t know what to say.”

  “You don’t need to say anything. You just need to be mine.” Above us the bright specks of stars start to swarm the darkening sky and the low hanging moon catches the last drops of sunlight, flush with a slow burning orange, bathing her pearlescent skin in a soft glow as if her dazzling soul were shining through, her tiny body unable to hold in such a blazing heart. There was no one else. Just her.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  END

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