Lasting Fate

by Charisse Spiers

  I slowly look at him through the reflection, memorizing how he looks in the light. Each time he thrusts, his abs contract and his jaw steels. His eyes are heavy and each time he slides inside this low grunt sounds. It's the sexiest view I've ever seen. He's the sexiest man I've ever seen, and he's completely aroused. There is no misinterpreting with a look like that. The best part of it all is that I'm the one that makes him this way.

  He lets go of my shoulder and grabs the back half of my hair that is hanging down my back. He tugs, pulling me into standing position. He kisses down my neck. "Fuck, you're beautiful. I want to watch you come, but not in the mirror."

  He pulls out of me and turns me around so fast I don't even have time to process what's happening before he picks me up and slams me on the dresser. My dress is waded up at my waist.

  He bends forward and places my feet flat on top of the dresser, spreading my legs as far apart as they will go. He places his tongue against my clit in a point and begins flicking up and down the sensitized and swollen button. Without thinking I slam my head against the mirror, but he never stops. My orgasm has built up and stopped so many times I'm ready to come. "Breyson, I'm about to come."

  He never lets up this time. Everything is pounding and blurring around me. I grab his hair in my fist as my orgasm starts to take over my body, consuming every facet of my mind, and making the world around me slow down. My clit becomes overly sensitive, no longer standing to be touched. "Breyson, stop I can't take it anymore. I want you back inside me."

  He stands, pulling my legs to wrap around his waist. He kisses me at the same time he thrusts inside me. I can taste myself on his lips. His hands are cupped around my thighs, squeezing with each thrust. He picks up my bottom, tilting it, and hitting that amazing spot inside. His tongue slips through my lips looking for mine. Our tongues entwine, our lips weaving together. I could kiss him for hours.

  I can feel another orgasm, but different this time. I don’t usually get two orgasms in one sexual experience even though they are totally different kinds. It happens occasionally, but not very often. My mind is completely clear and consumed by him simultaneously. He releases my lips. "I'm not going to last much longer. Are you almost there? I want you to come with me; always together."

  What he doesn't know is I will always be ready when he asks, because he only asks when he knows I’m about to get off. He knows his way around my body like the back of his hand. The clenching of muscles between my legs is confirmation. "I'm ready...now."

  Everything is dominantly reeling in slow motion. My core muscles are all tightening, but yet feel relaxed at the same time. My toes curl as I ride out my orgasm, my mind completely lost somewhere between reality and nirvana. He presses into me once more and locks his lips with mine as he lets his seed spurt inside me.

  I can feel the light pulsations as he finishes his release. He talks against my lips and between skin-to-skin contact as he kisses me over and over. "I love you, Kinzleigh. I love you so fucking much. Don't ever leave me." His voice sounds almost like a dry cry; a plea.

  I tighten my legs around his waist, not ready for him to disconnect from me just yet. I love the feel of us together. I could stay like this for hours, locked up and tangled into each other. I run my index finger from the center of his forehead, down his nose, and over his lips, outlining the center of his body until stopping on his chest. "My silly, beautiful, blue-eyed husband. When I married you that was me signing a contract of admission into forever with you, and also giving you complete ownership of me. When will you figure out the things that scare you are the same things that terrify me? I could never leave the supplier of the very force that keeps my heart beating. You may love me, but what you forget is that my love for you in return is infinite."

  He smiles and that is the greatest compliment a person could receive. The ability to make someone smile whole-heartedly is a radiation of the affect you have on their heart.

  "Sometimes a guy just needs reassurance.” He picks up my left hand and brings the back to his lips, kissing it. He places his thumb over the center diamond of my engagement ring. “I’m counting on this as my insurance policy for you. As long as you’re wearing it I’m covered.”

  I smirk. “The only way it’s parting from my body is with the limb that holds it.”

  His smile brightens. “You ready to go to this party?"

  "As long as I'm with you I'm ready for anything, Brey..."

  "You're the greatest wife a man could ask for. You really are. Come on, beautiful. Help me put this horrible man skirt on."

  He exits my body and already I feel the void becoming present once again. If I could stay home with him like this all hours of the day I would. Our bubble is always better than the world going on around us.

  Breyson

  I cannot believe they got me to wear this damn costume. My competitive nature wouldn't let me back down and now I'm going to pay for it with the embarrassment of walking around in public in a skirt.

  Each time I look at Kinzleigh, though, and see how beautiful she is, I forget all of the embarrassment. The top of her hair is all teased when I prefer it natural, but she's still unbelievably stunning. Not all girls have a natural beauty for some reason or another, but she does. Whether she's painted in makeup like she is now or completely bare of it she is the hottest girl I've ever met. I really don’t tell people that because she’s mine. The first time I ever set her in my sights she was completely bare of makeup with her hair piled on top of her head.

  I open the passenger door to my truck, parked in a parking lot over from frat row. There are cars everywhere. I hold out my hand for her to step down from the truck. There is a breeze out, but luckily the cold front has already passed or I would be freezing in what is basically a loincloth.

  She places both feet on the side step and then onto the ground. I raise her hand in the air and spin her around. She smiles, slightly blushing as she looks from side to side. "When did you turn into this big romantic? You've always been good to me, but you have bypassed sweet Breyson and brought out the big guns."

  "When I realized I almost lost you and got a second chance. They usually only come around once. Plus, you kind of make me this way. Do you realize other than small things we've never fought for long or stayed mad at each other?"

  I wrap my arm around her and follow behind another couple in a costume, assuming they're going to the same place we are. She shrugs her shoulders. "I don't guess I've really ever thought about it. We just have a lot in common I suppose."

  "Yeah, we do, but that's something that is worth taking extra special care of. I get that we're not most couples. In fact, we're probably the opposite of most couples. A vast majority of the population isn't married at nineteen, especially not if they're in college. We may be in the minority, but we're going to be one of the few that make it, regardless of where we end up in the future."

  "You're right. I never want us to change. This works for us, you know?"

  I kiss her on the cheek as we come into the yard already littered with a few red solo cups. "I know, baby."

  We walk down the front sidewalk toward the door. "Breyson. Over here."

  I turn to Fisher standing in a small group in front of the house, but off to the side. "Sup, man? What the hell are you suppose to be?"

  I detour us in his direction, never releasing her from my side. He's wearing a pair of black slacks and a tie with no shirt, and cuffs around his wrists. He places one hand behind his head and the other on his crouch. He then starts rolling his hips in a way a male college student shouldn't know how. "I'm Magic Mike, dude. Is it not fucking obvious?"

  Kinzleigh laughs and chimes in. "I knew what you were. It is most definitely obvious if you've ever seen the movie."

  He breaks from the small group he’s in and walks towards us, draping his arm around her on top of mine. "Sometimes you have to watch him. I think he's been hit out on the field too many times, knocking a few screws loose. Are you sure you want to be married to
a guy like that?" He winks and she laughs again, showing that she's comfortable. I knew I liked the guy for some reason.

  "Hey. Get off my woman."

  He slaps me on the back of the head. "Guys wearing skirts don't get to demand things. I don't care how cool you think you are."

  I draw my plastic sword, placing the point at this throat jokingly. "I'm a warrior. Get it right."

  He surrenders his hands. "Fine. Put that shit away before you injure yourself." He laughs and holds out his hand for Kinzleigh. "I'm Fisher. You must be Kinzleigh."

  She flashes a proud smile at him already knowing her name. "How did you know?"

  Fisher takes a step and puts his arm around my neck, bearing his weight on me. "I wish I could say it was because I am that good at guessing, but your man here doesn't shut up about you. I'm surprised we actually get any practicing done. Since I’m your new favorite person you can do me a favor. Tell him to tone that shit down, will you? He's making the rest of us guys look bad. You and I need to form a central alliance against him and find his balls. I know they’re down there somewhere."

  I laugh and shove him playfully. "Shut that shit up. I'm not that bad. You make me sound like a pussy."

  "Hey, you said it not me."

  Kinzleigh is actually laughing out loud. I look at her with a smile on my face. "Are you agreeing with him? Don't forget who you're going home with."

  She shakes her head with a big smile spread across the bottom half of her face. "Are you guys always like this?"

  "You see he's a royal pain in my ass," I say.

  "You can blow smoke up her ass if you want to, Breyson, but you know your college football days would not be enjoyable without me present. You need me. The sooner you come to terms with it, the sooner you can move on."

  "I like him. It sounds like you have someone to keep you in line."

  Fisher grabs Kinzleigh in his other arm, pulling her next to his other side. "You hear that, Breyson? I told you I'm a likable guy..."

  "Kinzleigh?"

  We all three turn in the direction of that voice. It's the girl from the costume store walking up the sidewalk. Her and Kinzleigh acted friendly, but I'm not sure I even caught her name.

  Kinzleigh slips out of Fisher's arm and walks over to meet her. "Hey girl. I love the costume."

  I'm assuming by the large set of feathery, white wings on her back she is supposed to be the purest of guardians; an angel. The girl is wearing a short, skintight, white dress with flowing sleeves and low cut in the front with cleavage spilling out. The white appears brighter against her tanned skin, and she's wearing a set of white heels to match. The only color on her entire body is the silver shimmer in her makeup and her light eyes.

  "I was just about to go inside to meet some friends. Want to come with? I can introduce you..."

  "Um..."

  Kinzleigh turns around to glance at me. "Breyson, you remember Karsyn, right? From the costume shop..."

  I don't want her to leave my side, but I told myself I was going to give her a chance to spread her wings and meet people. It's crazy, but I feel like Kinzleigh has been the one to make all of the sacrifices. She's the one that put off school and has given up all her cheerleading plans since she found out she was pregnant, starting with the competition squad she was supposed to be on last year. I can't help but to feel responsible. After all, I'm the one getting to go to school and also getting to play football. It's time to give her some slack on the rope I'm holding onto her with.

  I'm about to speak when Fisher releases me and walks toward her. He holds out his hand in front of him, waiting for Karsyn to take it. "I'm Fisher," he says.

  She takes the edge of his hand as if she's only doing it out of good manners. What's funny is I've seen how the cheerleaders act around him. They all want to sink their teeth into him, but it doesn't faze him at all. I was starting to get a little worried that he is either secretly in a relationship or he has another underlying issue, because no red-blooded, single, heterosexual male would turn down every girl to cross his path.

  I shake my head at the unfamiliar gesture of him actually appearing interested in a member of the opposite sex.

  "Karsyn." She gives him a half, fake smile and looks back at Kinzleigh as she links her hands together, clearly not wanting him to reach for it again.

  "Are you Greek?"

  "Yep." She points to the keychain holding the Greek lettering she represents on her key ring. "You?"

  "No shit? Phi Mu, huh." He points to the lettering that labels the house in front of us. "I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other then."

  I have no idea what any of that means. I always just assumed fraternities and sororities were an easy option for drinking underage.

  "I wouldn't count on it," she returns and looks at me. "So, are you going to let your girl come with me for a little bit?"

  "Sure." I look at Kinzleigh. "Go have fun. You have your cell, right?"

  She nods.

  "Good. I'll find you in a bit."

  Karsyn links her arm around Kinzleigh's and begins pulling her toward the door where she disappears. I can only imagine the drunken frat boys that will be hitting on her, but I cannot let my jealousy get out of control. I will not have a redo of our last Halloween party. Even if I don’t trust them, I trust her, and that’s enough.

  I'm staring at the door in thought. Fisher punches me in the arm. I look at him. "What the hell was that for, asshole?"

  "Dude, who was that? Why didn't you tell me about her? I thought we were friends..."

  "Calm the fuck down. I just met her. I didn't even get her name until the exact second you did when it came out of Kinzleigh's mouth. Excuse me, but it never crossed my mind that you might actually be interested now when you haven't shown any prior interest in girls. I'd be willing to bet you haven't gotten laid since you started college and now suddenly I'm supposed to be promoting pussy for you? Cut me some slack. I'm not a mind reader."

  "Whatever, man. Hook me up."

  "What do I look like? Why can you not hook yourself up? Are you doubting your womanizing skills?"

  "What part of I'm from a small town with limited options did you not comprehend? It's not like I have an infinite amount of experience. That girl is slightly out of my league, quarterback or not."

  "Okay, first off, shut that shit up. No girl is ever out of your league. That’s a sorry excuse that some guy came up with because he failed miserably. You just have to be different than what they're used to. You only see her that way because she's not falling all over you like every other girl that views you as the hot starting quarterback. Learn the science of female typing. Those girls primarily use guys like you to increase their social status without the fact of actually getting to know you. The way I see her is that some asshole ran through her emotions like a tornado, and her not appearing interested is the destruction left behind. Think abused animal. You don’t run at them with your hand extended and grab them up. You inch forward slowly, gaining their trust first. It may take a while and a few tries, but once you get it, it’ll be yours forever as long as you respect it. Her first instinct until someone changes her is to run, the key to survival. You wanted a chase, now you got it."

  "You know all of this and you just learned her name? Where did you learn so much about girls? You're married at nineteen."

  "When I stopped running after random pussy I learned to read between the lines. They're always visible when you look hard enough."

  "Okay, fine, but your girl is friends with her. Get me a window."

  I shake my head at him and laugh. I wonder if I appeared this bad to Ryland that summer I first met Kinzleigh. I guess it’s time to pay it forward. "I'll see what I can do, but you owe me, and don't think I'll forget when it's time to pay up."

  "I'll gladly pay up. Come on let's go get a beer. We aren't going to stand out here all night."

  That sounds like a plan to me. I want to see if I can find Kinzleigh. Maybe it'll give this goofball another chanc
e to talk to Karsyn.

  It's seems to always be the blondes that hook you at first sight. It's like they have this imaginary pull, leaving us guys in a state of confusion and wanting more, but not understanding why. Look at that Riggan guy for example. He's in rehab over his. Who knows if he'll ever come out really alive… One girl, the right girl, has the ability to cause mass destruction on a man. That kind of debris takes years to recoup from.

  Chapter 19

  Kinzleigh

  I follow Karsyn through the crowd. Music is blaring throughout the room. It's been a long time since I've been to a party. I almost feel out of place. Maybe it's because I'm not a student and while all of these people are carefree I have a baby at home. Leaving him behind to come to something like this leaves me feeling guilty.

  Karsyn places her mouth close to my ear. "Do you want a drink?"

  She turns her head so I can do the same since you can't hear otherwise. "I can't I'm nursing."

  "Of course. So, have you applied for spring semester yet?"

  We come into the room lined with several kegs among other forms of alcohol. "Karsyn! I knew you'd come see me."

  A guy is standing by one of the kegs, resting his forearm on a high-top table full of red solo cups. He is clearly sampling while he works from the slur in his speech. He's the standard prep or jock, wearing a wrinkle free button down advertising an expensive brand logo I recognize well on the left chest. His hair is short, black, and gelled. He's cute, but because of his baby face he's nothing for a girl to drool over. He doesn't really look like a football player, though, with his lean frame. I wonder if this is her boyfriend. That Fisher guy seemed smitten by her and he was ten times cuter than this guy.

  "Of course I'm going to come see you. You're the one serving the alcohol." You can hear the sarcastic dry humor in her voice, but she appears to be totally serious, making me want to laugh. She is a real firecracker. She smiles and winks, but I recognize it as a friendly gesture and not one present with a crush.