by Sophie Stern
Landon is everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I can’t believe we’re finally doing this. I slide his cock in and out of my mouth over and over again, enjoying the way he tastes, loving the way he feels against my tongue.
Soon, though, I can tell the sensations are overwhelming him and he stops me.
“Alright princess,” he whispers. “My turn.”
Chapter 14
Landon
A woman in love has a certain glow about her.
Tina isn’t just glowing: she’s shining like a fucking star.
I join her on the bed and lie beside her, hooking one arm under her neck. Then I kiss her, and kiss her, and kiss her. As my tongue explores her mouth, my right hand explores the rest of her body. I push up her shirt and run my hand over the top of her breasts.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. She just smiles and kisses me back eagerly, hungrily. Then she sits up and yanks her shirt off, throwing it off the bed.
“I don’t need this anymore,” Tina smiles.
“Do you need the rest of it?” I ask, waiting. I’m hoping she’s not going to tease me the way I teased her, but I know that’s pushing my luck. This is Tina we’re talking about; of course she’s going to give me a hard time. It’s only fair, after all.
She lies down and arches her back, running her hands over her breasts and slowly unhooking her bra, then she teases it down slowly, slowly, slowly.
“Come on,” I urge. “I want to see your beautiful nipples.”
“Is that right?” She lowers the bra. “Here you go, big boy.”
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. “Beautiful. Sexy as all hell.”
“Touch me, Landon. I can’t wait anymore.” That’s all the motivation I need to strip her out of her jeans and panties, and then she’s naked in my arms and I’m kissing her with nothing between us. There’s nothing between us at all. It’s just me and her and this moment.
I cover her body with kisses. I worship her with my mouth. Tina is perfect. She’s beautiful and soft, and I love touching her. I trace my fingers over her stretch marks and she blushes.
“They’re not pretty,” she says.
“They’re beautiful. You did something amazing, baby. You grew another person. You grew a shifter. You should be proud of these,” I kiss each mark and make my way between her legs.
She spreads them eagerly and looks down at me mischievously. I lick her, then, devouring her body. She tastes better than I could have imagined and I wonder how we managed to wait so long to do this.
Now that I’m here, I never want to leave her.
I want to do this forever.
I want to kiss her, love her, taste her.
I want to quit my job, leave the law firm, and just do this all day long, every day.
I want Tina.
“Please,” she whispers, pulling me up. “Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer, Landon. I need you inside of me. I need you, baby. I need you now.”
I roll on my back and she straddles me, hovering just above my cock.
“Don’t be nervous,” I tell her, grabbing her hips.
“You’re bigger than I expected,” she hesitates.
“You can take me, princess. You were born to take me.”
“I’m nervous,” she says. “I haven’t done this since I had Blake. I’m worried it’s going to hurt.”
“Take your time, baby. This is why you’re on top. You control this. You control all of this. It’s all about you, Tina. We do this at your pace, okay?”
She nods, and then she seems to make up her mind, and she slowly starts to lower herself onto me. I groan as she does. She’s so tight. She feels so amazing, and I hope I don’t completely ruin the moment by coming in 0.3 seconds.
“That’s it,” I tell her.
“Fuck,” she groans. “This feels so good. Oh, Landon. You feel amazing.”
“I love the view,” I tell her. “Not going to lie. You’re so damn sexy, baby. I can see all of you. I can see your pretty breasts and your nipples and your tummy. I can see everything. You look amazing.”
“Yeah?” She asks, rocking gently on me.
“Ride me, baby.”
She grips my shoulders and then Tina rides my cock like she’s a damn cowgirl. I reach between us, rubbing her clit gently as she does, and it’s not long before she’s breathing hard and squeezing my cock like she’s going to explode. When she comes, it’s like lightning and fire. She looks amazing and feels even better. She digs her nails into my shoulders, but I barely notice because I’m so busy being enthralled with her.
“You look so sexy when you come,” I tell her.
“I want to see you come, too,” she whispers, and I thrust up into her. She groans, still tight and sensitive from her orgasm, and I grip her hips as I make love to her. Soon she’s coming a second time, and I come, too. We’re two lovers wrapped up in the most important moment of our lives. I’ve never felt anything this intense before and something tells me I’ll never feel anything like this again.
She snuggles next to me, then, and drapes her arm over my chest.
“That was…wow.”
“I love you, Tina.”
“I love you, too.”
I kiss her, and when I do, I’m filled with happiness and contentment. I didn’t know finding my mate would feel this incredible. I didn’t know it would feel this wonderful. I didn’t know it would feel like the sun was rising in my heart. I didn’t know it would feel like magic.
But that’s what Tina is: she’s magic.
And I’m going to love her for the rest of my life.
Epilogue
Tina
Four months later
Our wedding is on a Saturday morning in the summer.
When I got married the first time, we had a courthouse ceremony without guests, without friends, without anyone. Our witnesses were two random people from the courthouse whom I’d never met before.
This time, things are different.
Landon and I are having a small ceremony in the gardens of his law firm. It sounds silly, I know, but the Victorian mansion where his law office is has the most beautiful gardens I’ve ever seen in my life. The flowers are all in bloom and the grass is greener than I’ve ever seen it.
Everything is perfect, and I couldn’t ask for more.
I stand at the entrance with my father and look out at our guests. Our friends and family members have gathered to celebrate with us. Shifters and humans alike are here to make sure this day is one we never forget.
Everyone wants to help us celebrate our love.
Everyone wants to help us celebrate our new beginning.
My mother sits at the front of the crowd with Blake in her arms. My little guy is crawling now and getting into everything. I can see him wiggling in her arms and I laugh as he struggles to break free and explore the gardens. I don’t know how I’m going to handle him once he starts shifting. Luckily, I have Landon to help me deal with that.
My eyes roam over the crowd: Casa and his wife are here, along with Lyon and Joyce. Fawn came, as well as several other people from Blake’s daycare. My boss and several of my favorite patients, including Polly and her mother, have joined us, too.
And then there’s Landon.
There’s my groom.
There’s my heart.
The music starts and my father and I start walking down the aisle. I walk down the aisle and toward my future. I walk away from the past and toward the man who has given me everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I walk toward my mate and my new beginning.
I walk toward Landon, and I’ve never been happier.
THE END
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Chapter 1
Amy
The rattling sound my engine is making can’t be good, but I ignore it. I’m excellent at ignoring problems. If you ignore something long enough, it goes away. Isn’t that right? Yeah, I think that’s right. I ignore the sound and keep on driving, keep on moving. It’s not something that I can do anything about right now, so I’ll just keep going.
That’s what you do when you’re having trouble.
You don’t quit. You don’t give up. You don’t stop. You just move. You have to move or you’ll die. You have to move or everything will fall apart. You have to move or nothing will make sense anymore. You have to move.
Tears slide down my face as I try to focus on the road. I shouldn’t be running away from my problems, but I am. I totally am. I know that, and I know it’s a bad idea, but I’m doing it anyway because I’m nothing but a big, fat coward who can’t tough it out when things get hard.
I’m nothing but a loser.
A failure.
A huge disappointment.
I put on one of my favorite songs from my angst-driven teenage years. Down by Something Corporate starts blaring through the speakers and I lose myself in the tunes for just a little bit. For just a little while, I lose myself in the song. I lose myself in the music. For just a little while, I forget what I’m running away from and think about what I’m running toward.
Freedom.
Hope.
Something new.
I peek at the GPS on my phone to see how much further I have to go. It’s just another hour to Honeypot, Colorado. My cousin Hope is graciously allowing me to stay with her and her family for a little while until I get back on my feet, until I figure out what I’m going to do with my life. She knows what it’s like to lose everything and have to start over.
She knows what it’s like to have nothing but yourself and your car and a couple of boxes of junk from your childhood.
I think about the fact that I reached out to Hope when my world fell apart and I think about what she said.
“Just come to Honeypot,” she told me. “Everything is different here. You’ll see. You need a fresh start, Amy. You need something new.”
Maybe it will be a fresh start. Maybe it will be exactly what I need, exactly what I hope for. Maybe it will give me everything I long for, but I doubt it. A city is a city and a town is a town. They’re all the same, in the end. Everyone is looking out for number one, and heaven help the person who gets in their way.
Nobody has time for other people.
Nobody has time to go out of their way and help.
Nobody has time for patience.
Nobody has time to forgive.
I start crying again as I drive. I wipe my eyes because it’s getting hard to see out the front window, but then I realize that’s not because of my tears. It’s because the engine has now started to smoke.
As the clouds billow from the front of the car, my heart sinks. This is it, then. This is the end of my wonderful, grand adventure. This is the part of my story where everything stops, where the heroine realizes she never really had a chance. The whole world was against her. What was she going to do?
Fight it?
I pull over to the side of the road and shut off the car. Then I just sit there. It’s dark, and I’m tired, and I’m on the side of a road I’m pretty sure shouldn’t even exist anymore. It’s not even a highway. It’s just some side road I thought would be faster and have less traffic.
Lucky me.
Always making the smart choices.
A quick glance at my cell phone confirms what I already suspected: that I have no towers. I can’t call for a tow. I can’t do anything right now but sleep in my car or walk to the next exit. Something tells me it’s not safe to sleep on the side of an empty road in the middle of nowhere, though, so my choice is easy.
Walking it is.
Finally, I get out of the car and open the hood. More smoke billows around me, but I try to ignore it as I prop the hood of the car open. I’m going to be making a journey on foot, and I’m hoping that if I make it obvious the car broke down, the cops won’t give me a ticket for illegal parking before I can get a tow.
I take my backpack and pull it on. I also grab my wallet, keys, and phone. Then I lock up my car and start walking. There’s other stuff in my car, of course. There are plenty of things people can take and resell, but I don’t really care about any of that. Right now I just care about moving forward, about reaching my destination, wherever that might be.
I’m going to need to call Hope as soon as I can to let her know I won’t be making it in to see her, but I think she’ll understand, and I think everything will be okay. I hope everything will be okay. I need everything to be okay.
I start walking.
As I move through the darkness, I realize I should feel afraid, but I just feel annoyed. Why can’t a single thing go right for me this week? Hell, why can’t a single thing go right for me in my entire life? Do I really deserve this? Have I really been such a terrible person that I deserve to have a million and nine things go wrong for me?
I want to say I’m not.
I want to say I’m not that bad and I don’t deserve it, but you never know.
Maybe I was a really terrible child or something and this is Karma’s way of getting back at me.
As I trudge along the side of the highway, I wonder how long it’s going to take to actually get my car fixed. Realistically, Honeypot is an hour away by car. I can’t afford to have my car towed there and fixed in Honeypot. I’m sure Hope would spot me the money, but I don’t want to be a burden. Asking for help is already hard for me. Asking her to pay for a tow? I won’t do that.
No, there’s got to be a town closer than that. I’m sure there are several rink-a-dink little places here and there that have mechanics. The biggest problem right now is that I didn’t take the highway. It’s at least half a mile to my left and right now, I’m just going straight. I’m just going to keep moving. I’m just going to keep walking until I find something, anything, anywhere.
I reach an intersection and I take note of the street names so that when I do find a mechanic, I can tell him exactly where the car is. It’s dark, but the stars are so bright I can see where I’m going.
“You don’t get views like this in the city,” I mutter, and keep walking. It’s strange to think how much my life has changed in the last week. It’s strange to think that a week ago, I was just a normal person living a normal life. I had a normal boyfriend and a normal job and a normal future.
And then Jeremy decided I wasn’t worth protecting.
He decided I wasn’t worth fighting for.
I wonder how people survive break-ups and still move on to find someone new. Isn’t it strange? I suppose it’s kind of like how women go through childbirth, but then continue on to have another child. It hurts, but it’s worth it. The pain is awful, but soon the memory fades, even just a little.
In a month, will I still feel so broken?
In a year, will I still feel so sad?
I’m still crying as I walk and now, strangely, I have the feeling I’m being watched. I wasn’t worried before, but now I’m starting to get a little nervous. This is Colorado, after all. It’s known for wild animals. Hope told me she saw a lot of wild creatures when she first arrived. Hell, she even saw a bear. Like, up close.
I shiver as I think about running into a bear out here alone. I’m not terribly out of shape, but I don’t think I’d be able to out-run a bear. Even if I wasn’t completely tired and worn out from my week, from the drive, I don’t know if I could face a bear. I’d probably faint from fear.
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“There’s nothing out here,” I say aloud. I stop walking and turn in a circle, searching the darkness. There are fields on either side of the road. One of them has a lot of trees, but they’re spaced far enough apart that nothing is hiding. I would be able to see a bear.
I think.
There’s nothing.
“You’re overreacting,” I say to myself. “There’s nothing here, Amy. Just focus. What do you need to do?”
I start moving again as I run through a mental checklist and continue talking to myself. It’s a nervous habit. Ever since I was little, I’ve talked to myself when I’m scared or overwhelmed. It’s probably really silly, probably really dumb, but it’s always made me feel like I could handle things.
Somehow, hearing my voice out loud makes me feel a little stronger, a little braver. Maybe it’s because sometimes, having anyone tell you they believe in you can give you the strength you need to move forward. Even if that someone is just yourself, sometimes it’s nice to hear. It’s nice to hear you can do it.
It’s nice to have someone tell you you’re strong.
“First, find a mechanic,” I say. Then I realize it’s nearly midnight. I imagine all the mechanics have gone home for the night. “Scratch that. Find a motel. In the morning, talk to the clerk. The clerk can help me find someone to fix my car.”
That’s it.
That’s what I’ll do.
I’ll find a motel. I’ll find a clerk. I’ll find a mechanic.
They’ll fix my car and then I’ll be on my merry way. Then everything will be okay and I’ll only be a little late to Hope’s place and then I can really start my new life without Jeremy, without stress, without any problems.
