I fuck her like I’m about to go to prison. Like every thrust into her perfect pussy will be my last ever. There’s no making love. There’s no sweet and gentle. Just fast, hard fucking.
Lauren squeezes herself around my cock tight and I can’t take another second. My orgasm shudders through me like hot, blinding light. I push myself as deep inside her as I can possibly go until I empty all of my seed inside her, shuddering against her. My breathing is ragged and the world around me is slowly reappearing as the last spurts of cum leave my cock.
The animal has been tamed, for the time being, my sensibilities are slowly returning. I slowly step back from Lauren, gently placing her feet back onto the ground as I give her nose a kiss. “I love you. I fucking love you so much. I always have, I always will.” I whisper to her.
“I love you too, Mack Forrester. Forever.”
Most people might look at me, a guy who lost his leg, lost his men, some even say lost his mind for a while, they’d look at me and say luck has never touched my life. But they’re wrong. I’m the fucking luckiest guy in the entire damned world. With Lauren as my wife, there’s not a man who walks among us who can say he’s luckier than me.
43
Present Day
Lauren
“What a gorgeous day, “I look up at the dark blue sky and breathe in a lungful of air that somehow feels cleaner. Like it always does in September.
“You wanna talk about gorgeous? Look at you two,” Mack leans over and kisses me on the cheek and then over further to kiss our ten month-old daughter, Honor, on her button nose.
Honor giggles and grabs her daddy’s face with both hands and slobbers with an open mouth down the side of his beard. She hasn’t quite perfected the art of kissing yet.
Mack laughs and wipes the baby drool off with the back of his arm.
“Can I hold her?” Chris interrupts.
I’ve gotta admit, I was nervous when I first learned I was pregnant with Honor. The age gap between her and Chris seemed too insurmountable for them to ever be close. I’m so happy that my fears were unfounded. Her big brother might be a lot older than her, but their bond couldn’t be better. He absolutely adores his baby sister. If anything, it seems like the age gap has worked to his benefit. He’s had eleven years of being an only child and soaking up all the attention, he seems relieved to share the limelight with someone new. We’ll see how that goes once the infamous teen years hit, but right now, I’m just enjoying living in the moment.
“Sure, bud. You can hold her.” I carefully move Honor into my son’s arms. She’s still not walking yet, but she’s so squirmy she can be difficult to hang onto. Luckily, today she’s feeling pretty snuggly, so she tucks her head in against Chris’s chest and shows off her new teeth in a tiny grin. With her mocha skin and large brown eyes, she’s already breaking all the baby boys’ hearts.
“Guys! Hey! Look, you’re on the kiss cam!” Chelsea excitedly points to the giant screen across the stadium. I look over to where her finger is waving and, sure enough, Mack and I are smiling at ourselves from across the field.
“Well, we wouldn’t want to let them down, now would we?” Mack wraps his arms around me tight. Our lips find each other, tenderly at first, but like every kiss with Mack, the spark of passion quickly ignites and burns like a sparkler in a child’s hand on July 4th.
Around us, I can hear clapping and whooping for our lip lock. However, above all the commotion I can hear Chris groaning. “Mom! You’re embarrassing me!”
I pull away from Mack and save my son the public humiliation of his parents’ love.
“Thanks for letting us know about the camera, Chelsea,” I look over Mack to her but she doesn’t hear me. Now that the intermission is over, she’s completely immersed back into the game. My sister the super fan. I can’t help but wonder if she would be so invested in the game if Cameron Armstrong wasn’t the quarterback on the field right now.
My money is on no.
“Did you see that?” Chelsea screams and points to the field. It’s over! They slaughtered that game.” She yells excitedly.
I didn’t really see it, with Mack and my beautiful children distracting me, this game was little more than background noise on a perfect day. Still, I appreciate that Cameron got us these seats. Now that we’ve sat this close to the field twice, it’s spoiled me. I could never sit in the cheap seats for an entire game again.
Mack’s arm slides off my shoulders and he jumps to his feet as the players clear the field. I stand up next to him and take Honor back into my arms, giving her a kiss on her chubby cheek.
People around us start to shuffle around and gather their things to leave, but Mack doesn’t move. I have a feeling I know why.
Sure enough, I see Cameron pull off his helmet and slowly jog over to us. It’s like I’m having a flashback to two years ago, but I have a feeling that this time he’s not coming over to talk to Chris.
I glance over a Chelsea and she’s running her hands over her hair nervously. I swear these two are like a couple of kids admiring each other across the cafeteria at lunch, but never saying ‘hi’ to each other. It’s too bad that king quarterback Armstrong has been too busy indulging in his own fan club for the past two years. I really thought him and Chelsea would’ve at least gone on a date by now. I’m not sure who’s more disappointed that it never happened for them, me or her.
No, I’m kidding. It’s her. Definitely her.
“Hey man, great start to the season! You’re killing it out there,” Mack shakes Cameron’s hand.
“Thanks, gotta shine for all those scouts, right? Apparently college doesn’t go on forever. Eventually they hand you a piece of paper and ask you to leave campus.” He smiles over at Chelsea.
I look at my sister and her grin could stop traffic. Subtle. Real subtle.
“Awesome game, Armstrong,” Chris holds out his hand confidently. My heart swells with pride. He’s quite a bit taller since he got a tour of this stadium a couple years back. I’m so grateful for Mack and Cameron talking to him and helping him get the closure he so desperately needed.
“Hey man, long time no see,” Cameron shakes his hand. “Did you ever make it onto the team?” He looks at my son and I can see that Chris is flattered that the quarterback remembered his goals.
“I did. I’m a running back on the school team,” he puffs his chest out proudly. He has every reason to be proud. After I got Chris a fresh start in a new school district, you never would have known he had been the same kid who had been expelled. He studied hard and got on the honor roll and his report cards went from a day we both dreaded in the year to glowing.
“Great job, man. Keep working on it and maybe you’ll be the one catching a scout’s eye.” Cameron claps his hand on Chris’s arm.
“Well, you’re really making a name for yourself here,” Chelsea interrupts. “I bet you’ll get picked up the draft first,” she smiles.
“I’d like to think that’s true. But I thought I made a name for myself in high school too, but you don’t remember me from back then do ya?” He puts her on the spot.
Chelsea fidgets a little and furrows her eyebrows together. “Uh, yeah, sure I do.” The lie is so painfully obvious; it makes me grimace.
“Yeah, it sounds like I made a real impression,” Cameron teases her.
“Let’s give these two some space,” I whisper up at him. He looks down at me with his crystal blue eyes and for the tenth time today I remember how lucky I am. How lucky we are.
“Sounds good. And then when I get you home, I think we should go find some space of our own. I have plans for you,” he murmurs.
“I’d like that,” I steal the understatement of the year award from my sister in three small words.
“Chelsea, we’ll meet you in the car, ok? I want to get Honor’s stuff packed up. No rush though, ok?” I look over at my sister.
“Sure,” she answers without taking her eyes off Cameron Armstrong. I suppose it’s not hard to see why, with h
is sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes, he’s got a boyish charm about him that he never lost after high school. It’s nice to see that he’s looking at her with the same degree of desire tattooed across his face.
As we leave them to chat, I look over my family. My son, growing up into a wonderful young man. My daughter, whose whole life is open to possibilities. My husband, who is helping me write the chapters of my life, one page at a time. I gaze at them and know how my story is going to end.
When I glance back over my shoulder to Chelsea and Cameron, I can’t help but wonder if their story is just beginning.
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THE END
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