by J. M. Walker
“You are. You are fine. We are going to be fine.” I kissed her hair and squeezed her as hard as I could without hurting her. “I love you my sweet Evvie.”
As her brothers and father entered the room, I let Evvie go so she could hug each of them as she told them her news. Cheers and bellows of happiness erupted through the room. They gave her a group hug and even pulled me in for the embrace.
She looked up at me, tears coating her blond lashes. “Thank you. For not giving up on me. On us.”
“You can always count on me to be here. Forever. And always. You are my one.”
“My only.”
FIFTEEN
Six months later…
“Lover, have you seen my red tie?” I yelled from our bedroom. We were going out that night to celebrate. Her health. Our booming businesses. The local newspapers were dubbing Evvie and I as couple of the year. Mary, from NewsFive that we had met for the first time in Mexico almost a year ago, was right. Seeing Evvie on my arm, a huge grin on her face on the news, in the papers and magazines, on TV, made all of this shit that we had been through, worth it.
It had been six months since the doctor told us that Evvie was cancer-free and we were going on a date. Grandpa Eddie was watching Miracle with a little help from her uncles and I would finally get my wife alone. To myself. For a whole night.
No reply came as I searched through my dresser. The red tie would go perfectly with my black suit and it would later be useful when I wanted to tie her up but I couldn’t find the damn thing anywhere.
“Is this the tie that you are looking for?”
I slowly turned to Evvie’s sultry voice and gaped. She was standing in the doorway to our bedroom, wearing a white lacy guarder belt, knee high stalking’s, no panties, no bra and my red tie wrapped around her throat.
My mouth opened and closed and for the second time in my life, I was struck speechless. We hadn’t made love since before Miracle was born. We played, petted and so on, but with everything that had happened and the risk of the pregnancy, we couldn’t take it further. Then to find out Evvie had cancer, it wasn’t possible.
My gaze travelled down her scantily clad body, landing on the red leather heels. Holy. Fuck. Her body had filled out since having Miracle and since being diagnosed as cancer-free.
“I hope you know that we are not going to dinner anytime soon,” she said, taking a step towards me. Holding the end of the tie in her hand, she placed the other on my chest. “It’s been a long time since I’ve felt you inside of me. Moving. Full and throbbing.”
I couldn’t help but stare. I was shocked to the core at the control she was taking and took full advantage of it…for the moment.
She pushed me back until I landed in the black leather chair in the corner of our bedroom. “I want you to tie me up. Destroy my body. Make love to my mind. I need to feel you all over me. I want you rough, then slow, then rough again. I want all of you.”
She crawled onto my lap and ripped open my shirt. “I could eat you up,” she purred, brushing her thumbs over my nipples.
At that moment, I decided to give her what she needed. What I knew she craved. Grabbing the tie from her hand, I pulled it behind her and tugged.
She gasped, her head tilting backwards. Her chest rose and fell with ragged breath. One move and she would be gasping for air. I wasn’t into asphyxiation play but a little tightening on the throat let her know who was really in control in the bedroom.
“From the moment you walked into my life, I’ve been addicted to you. Your sweetness. The scent of your body.” Taking a hard nipple between my lips, I sucked and pulled, grazing my teeth over the tight nub.
She moaned, arching her back. “More.”
How much more could I possibly give her when I’ve already given her all of me? Every single piece of my very being was hers. From the beginning, she had me. Controlled me. Owned me.
“Stand up and bend over. I want to see your delicious ass.” I released her and watched her do as I said. Her pale plump rear, firm and sticking up in the air. Smoothing a hand down her tail bone, I geared up and landed a swat on her left cheek.
She gasped, grabbing the arms of the chair.
I repeated my movements.
Swat. Swat. Swat.
Her swollen pussy glistened with the juices from her body. Aching. Begging me for my touch.
“How long has it been?” I asked, nipping the soft flesh of her ass.
“Months.”
“Way too long, if you ask me. Are you in pain?” I placed a hand on her upper back, bending her over so her head was between her legs.
“Yes,” she panted, gripping my ankles.
“Hmm…what should we do about this pain?”
“Give me more.”
My cock hardened at that. “You want more pain?”
“Yes.”
God, I loved her. “Hold on, my little vixen. I’m going to give you five orgasms in a row back to back. I want you to count.”
She nodded. “Yes, my husband.”
Fuck, I missed this. Spreading the folds of her pussy, I blew on her center. Brushing a finger over her engorged clit, it took all but a minute for her to whimper as she had a quick orgasm.
“One,” she moaned.
“That one was fast as it’s been awhile. Don’t expect the other ones to be just as quick,” I warned. I placed a kiss on her tailbone and slowly pushed my middle finger into her hot pussy. Her core gripped me tight as I licked my way down to her slick opening. Wrapping an arm around her middle, I thrust my tongue inside of her, mixing it with the movements of my finger.
“Oh God, Brett.”
Her moans and whimpers of pleasure made me eat her harder. Encouraging me to give her exactly what I knew that she wanted. Thrusting two fingers into her at a fast pace, I licked back up to the area between her ass cheeks. Sucking and nipping, I devoured her body completely.
She screamed, my name leaving her lips. “Two. Oh shit.”
I kept going.
Three. Four.
The last orgasm, I would make her work for it.
“I can’t. No more. Please,” she begged, her body glistening with sweat.
I growled, shoving my face into her cunt and lapped at her center. “Come on, Evvie. Give me another one.”
Her body shook, her hips moving against me. “Harder. Please.”
While I feasted on her hot little body, I undid my belt, pulling out my straining length. Just as her breathing picked up, her center tightening, getting ready for her fifth release, I let go of her and dropped her on my cock.
She screamed, my name leaving her lips. “Five.”
I snarled and gripped her hips, pumping my dick into her hard. It had been way too long as my body took over with the deep thrusts of my length into her waiting heat.
Pushing her to the floor, I spread her out beneath me, slamming into her tight pussy. “Come for me. Over and over again, Evvie.” I fisted her hair, breathing hard against her neck, restraining her beneath me.
“Oh God, I’ve missed you,” she panted, digging her nails into the carpet.
“You missed my thick cock deep inside your cunt?” I growled against her nape.
“Yes. Fuck me harder. Please. I need to hurt.”
I groaned, slamming my hips against her ass. “You want to feel me for days?”
“Yes.”
“For the rest of our lives, Evvie, you will feel me. Over and over again. No more waiting. This, right here, I’m going to split your pussy wide. All night. Your body is fucking mine.”
She moaned. “Show me, my husband. Ruin me.”
I pulled her head back and wrapped a hand around her throat. “You can count on it.”
***
The moment Evvie and I stepped into the small chapel, it brought me back to that day. The moment I married her, I knew then that I had finally made the right decision. Watching my sister, Keisha and her fiancé finally get married after being together for so long, gave me hope. T
hey had been through so much. Her getting shot. Losing her memory. Finally getting it back only to find out that she was pregnant, could have put another kink in their relationship. But it didn’t. It only made them stronger.
Keisha was glowing, her round middle protruding under the white satin gown. Her brown curls piled high on her head. Garrith, a man I had known since high school was the happiest that I had ever seen him. I knew they lived an unconventional lifestyle, what with BDSM and all, but I didn’t know how far or how deep it went. Every so often Keisha would finger a white pearl collar around her throat, her big eyes radiating with warmth.
They were happy. Evvie and I were happy. Finally. We all had our one. Our only.
***
“Can I cut in?”
I turned to the sound of Tori Chelios as she stood a foot away from Evvie and I. I looked between her and my wife.
“Sure.” Evvie smiled and headed over to Keisha who was sitting at the bar.
“Where’s that husband of yours?” I asked Tori as she placed her hand in mine.
She grinned. “Having a drink with the groom.”
“And he’s fine with you dancing with me?” We swayed to the slow beat of the song and I couldn’t help but look at her. Really look at her. Tori Chelios, once MacLeod was an ex, so to speak. I thought I was in love with her but I now know, that I wasn’t really. She was comfortable and I enjoyed it, but Evvie? She was so much more. Something that I needed.
“He is, actually.”
I frowned. There was no way that her husband, Sebastian Chelios, would be fine with her dancing with another man, especially me. The guy came back into her life and he was the reason I was no longer in the picture. They now had two beautiful children and I couldn’t be happier for her. But he was a big guy. One of the only people out there who actually made me nervous and I was man enough to admit it.
Tori laughed, her big brown eyes twinkling. “Don’t look so nervous. He has to go through me to get to you, Brett.”
“I’m glad you’re happy.” I looked behind me, my gaze landing on Sebastian. His black eyes locked with mine. Just when I thought he was going to come barging over to rip my face off, he nodded. It was a small movement but I caught it. I nodded back. A weight lifted off of my shoulders. After all of this time, things were starting to look up.
“I’m glad that you’re happy as well. A baby girl? I can’t believe it.”
“And she’s perfect,” I beamed.
“Keisha showed me pictures. She’s absolutely beautiful.”
“Thank you. She is, just like her mother.”
“The reason I cut in is because I just wanted to say that I’m happy for you and that I’m sorry for everything.” She chewed her bottom lip, her brows furrowing.
“Tori, if it weren’t for you or Sebastian coming back, I probably never would have met Evvie. Things happen for a reason. I’m a firm believer of that now, so thank you.”
Her eyes widened. “You’re thanking me? I hurt you.”
I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her head. “I would have done the same thing. You can’t be with someone who doesn’t truly make you happy.” Cupping her face, I kissed her forehead. “Love him deep. Love him hard. He’s your one. Your only. Don’t forget that.”
She nodded. “He truly is.”
“Good.” I released her and headed to my wife.
She smiled up at me. “Everything—”
Pinching her chin, I crashed my mouth to hers.
She moaned, deepening the kiss.
“I love you deep. Always know that,” I whispered against her lips.
“I do, baby. And I love you hard.”
SIXTEEN
Five years later…
“Come on, Evvie. You can do it. Push,” I coaxed, holding my wife’s hand.
She squeezed it hard and grunted before falling back against me. Her hospital gown was soaked with sweat, her breathing deep and ragged. “I can’t. No more. I’m done,” Evvie panted.
The doctor looked up, his eyes warm and determined. “Almost there. One more push and your baby is out.”
“On three,” I said, pushing Evvie forward. “One. Two. Three.”
She screamed, her body tensing as she pushed with everything in her.
The wail of a baby bounced through the hospital room as the doctor brought out a small bundle from between Evvie’s legs.
She sighed, falling back against me and opened her arms to accept her new gift. A gift that God had given both of us and one that we would cherish forever.
The nurse wrapped the baby up. “Congrats, mom and dad, on your new healthy baby boy.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I looked down at our son. “I’m so proud of you, my sweet Evvie.”
A sob escaped her lips as she looked down at him. “He’s perfect.”
I kissed her head, brushing my finger along our son’s plump cheeks. So small. So fragile. He was ours. We made him. “We did it.”
“Again,” Evvie laughed, wiping her cheeks.
“We did,” I whispered.
At that moment, our family barged into the room and that included everyone. Her brothers, my sister, Keisha and her husband, Garrith.
“Daddy.” Miracle ran towards me when Evan stopped her.
He laughed and put her in my arms, careful not to hit the baby. Our baby. God, I couldn’t believe that we had done it again.
I introduced Miracle to her new baby brother and watched her look at him. Her blond curls fell in her eyes and she brushed them away. “He’s so tiny. What’s his name?”
“Edward.”
All the talking in the room silenced as the name slipped from Evvie’s lips.
Her father had passed away a year ago due to a heart attack and I could see that Evvie had missed him every single day. Naming our son after the man would make him proud.
Her brothers nodded, swallowing hard. They each took turns introducing themselves to Edward. Telling him that they would make a man out of him and teach him how to make real money instead of owning clubs all over North America.
I only laughed and shook my head. It was because of those clubs that I had met Evvie in the first place. The Red Love would always be my first. I met Evvie there. Our first kiss was there. Her telling me that she loved me for the first time happened at the club, as well. Mathis had asked over and over to buy it but there was no way. It was mine. The only club that I owned by myself. The others, my wife was a part of them.
Each club held the black and white photos that I had taken after only being with her for a couple of months. The ones I took recently were in our home only.
“Are you okay?”
I looked down at Evvie and noticed the furrow in her brow and kissed her forehead. “I couldn’t be happier. You have given me the greatest gifts a man could get and for that, I thank you.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away.
I sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of my shoulders. She had been cancer-free for over five years. We now had two children. Miracle and Edward and I couldn’t be more grateful.
EPILOGUE
Evvie
My one.
You’ve told me all of this time what I have done for you. But you don’t even know what you’ve done for me, do you? You’ve helped me through some of the most horrible moments of my life. My father dying being one of them. I know I can speak for my brothers when I say this, but we all appreciate what you have done for us. My home. Our home. Bringing all four of us together. Bringing me Everett. Without you, he would be lost somewhere, drowning in a sea of self-pity. For that, I will never be able to repay you.
After you read me your journal, depicting your view of our love, I was honestly blown away. I still have no words to describe how it made me feel. You poured your heart and soul onto paper, baring all to me and for that, I thank you.
Every time I open the leather bound book, I think of you. I have memorized every word, every act, every moment. Your thoughts on how you felt wh
en you first met me, during your nightmares, while being with me. I know it all. It’s engrained in my skull. Etched into my flesh. Carved into my heart.
Now we have two beautiful children. Miracle and Edward. You have given me such joy. Two amazing gifts.
My strong, so very strong husband. I love you. I appreciate you. I am possessed by you. Every time that I think of you, I get a little flutter in my belly. My heart races. A hot shiver runs down my spine. And you know what that means, don’t you?
Your only
xx
I laughed to myself as I folded up the letter and sighed, leaning back on the patio couch. Watching Brett play catch with our son, Edward, was surreal. Never in all of our time together, did I think that we would make it here. I knew we would be together forever, but when I was fighting cancer, I wasn’t so sure. I would be the first person to admit, it scared the shit out of me. To leave him. To leave our little family. Even after having Miracle, although a newborn at the time, I was more terrified to leave Brett. He had come so far in such a short amount of time but I was beyond terrified that it would set everything back if something happened to me.
I prayed over and over again, asking God to heal me so I could be there for him. It wasn’t for me that I needed to get better. But for Brett. For Miracle. And now for Edward.
“Momma, your belly moved again.”
Thoughts interrupted, I smiled at my ten year old daughter and looked down at my large waistline. Pregnant with our third child, I was ready to pop any day now.
A sharp pain exploded down my back, tightening my belly and I gasped.
“Daddy. Dad,” Miracle yelled.
Brett caught my eye, a glow twinkling in his gaze.
I nodded, silently answering his question. It was time. I knew it. He knew it.
He rushed the kids into the house, called my brothers and headed out onto the porch a moment later.
“How are you doing, lover?”
I smiled up at him, taking deep breaths. “Good.”
