I brush the tears from my face, as I will myself to stop blabbing.
Johnny is staring at me. That’s it. He’s just staring. And then his lips begin to move. “What did you just say?”
For some reason, I buckle over in laughter. I don’t know why, but the entire thing is all of a sudden, hilarious. “I’m not repeating any of that, Johnny.”
“You said you love me.”
“No I didn’t.” I jump back at him.
A smile lights up his bruised and beaten face. “You said you love me.”
“No I didn’t!” I defend, although there’s a very good possibility that he’s right.
“Say it again.” He’s in front of me; his entire demeanor has changed.
“I’m not going to say it again, because I never said it the first time.”
His hands cradle my cheeks, bringing my face up to his. His voice is soft, as are his eyes. “Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?”
I slowly shake my head. “I never meant to worry you.”
“You affect me, Caroline. Remember?”
Oh believe me, I remember that.
He doesn’t wait for my response. “Promise me you’ll never do anything like that again.”
I close my eyes, allowing my cheeks to rest in his palms. “I promise.”
His lips are on mine, and I open to his touch. He’s soft, and slow, and purposeful, and I happily reciprocate. I moan into him as our kiss deepens, and I don’t even mind in the slightest that my bruises are causing me a bit of pain. I want to be touched by him. I want to be held by him. I want to be loved by him.
“Hey.” He slowly pulls away with focused stare.
“What?”
“I love you too.”
This time I kiss him, and I do it with every ounce of passion I have kept stirring inside of me since I was ten years old. So maybe, in a babbling rage, I might have let it slip out that I am in love with him. After twenty years, why keep that hidden any longer?
Johnny takes my hands in his and pulls me away from the couch.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask, though I’m pretty sure I know the answer.
“The bed.” He winks. “You know, we haven’t tried that one yet.”
“Hmm,” I tease, “You’re right. The living room floor… the wrestling mat… but no bed.”
“Hey, don’t forget the almost shower.” He smiles, still pulling me toward the bedroom.
“No, no, no.” I shake my head, knowing exactly what he’s talking about. “There was no almost shower. It did not happen, and it was not going to happen, no matter what you think was happening in your mind.”
“Shhh.” He shuts me up by planting a kiss on my lips. “Don’t take away my fun.”
I bite my bottom lip and smile. “I wouldn’t dare.”
I grab the bottom of his shirt and playfully tug until it’s up and over his head. He’s a little beat up from our earlier debacle, so I’m careful not to anger any of his bruises.
But boy, oh boy, my fingers want to touch all of him. There’s something freeing about finally being honest with someone about what you want or how you feel about them.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I tease.
“Tell me you’re mine first.” He rips my shirt off of me, making me squeal.
“Nope. You’re to do my bidding.” I devilishly laugh.
“Oh, it’s like that?”
I seductively bite my finger. “It is.”
“Oh, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He grabs me by the hips and effortlessly tosses me over his shoulder.
I scream, but out of pure enjoyment. Johnny throws me onto the bed and crawls on top of me, showering my body with quick, excitable kisses. I giggle like a child. I am completely, and hopelessly, enamored with this man.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I pretend to try and hold him off. “You’re supposed to be doing my bidding.”
He nips at my neck, making me scream out. “When, in all the time that you’ve known me, have I ever made you think that I play the role of anything but the dominator?”
I shake my head at him. “There’s a first time for everything, now isn’t there, kid?”
“Yeah, see…” I start. “You can’t call me ‘kid’ while you’re trying to take advantage of me.”
I check him under his arm, causing him to waver, which gives me enough of an opening to sneak out, all the while keeping my grip on his wrist. He allows it, and believe me, I know he’s allowing it. The move causes him to flip on his back, and all of a sudden I am on top. I wave my hands in the air as if I’ve just won a trophy, but my joking celebration is exactly what he needs to buck me off of him. I lose my balance, and end up on my belly, bend over the bed, with him behind me.
“That was fun and all, but…” Johnny’s hand is down the front of my pants and his fingers quickly make me wet. He teases me with his thumb as he slips inside. His other hand clings to my breast, hugging me tight into his warm body. He straightens me up so I’m standing, and continues roughly fondling me while he sucks on my open neck. I don’t fight. It feels so good, so perfect. My panting turns to cries and I want to be closer, but he doesn’t allow me to move from this position.
“Come for me.” He groans into my ear, as he pushes his fingers deeper.
I give in to the wanting, the desire, and relish the magic he bestows upon my body. He pulls me closer, and closer still, as I struggle to keep my feet on the ground. He takes advantage of his height and arches back, lifting me fully off the ground. It’s too much for me to handle. I can’t hold it in any longer. I scream out his name as I collapse in front of him.
But he doesn’t let me take a breath. He throws me onto the bed, as I am, ripping my pants down and leaving them to rest at my ankle. His hand is on my belly as he arches me up, permitting me to accept him.
And I do.
He grabs onto my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other as he quickens his thrusts. I’m overly sensitive from having just reached orgasm and he takes full advantage of that. He lifts me back up, as we were before, clutching me tightly to his chest as he drives inside of me from behind. He moves me up and down and up and down, and I am helpless. I can’t handle it. I know I’m about to explode again.
I’m instantly tossed off of him and back onto the bed. I flip over, needing to see his stare.
His eyes, his dark eyes, are full of wanting, and I scurry back, knowing that although he’s tossed me off, he’s not finished with me. He grabs my hips, bringing me closer to him, and I permit myself to fall back and be completely taken by him. He tosses my pants to the side, and spread my legs out wide. Then, he looks at me.
He looks at all of me.
And he continues to look at me as he slides in and out. He watches himself dominate me, and his eyes seem to darken as he stretches my legs out even wider. We stare at each other’s bodies as our thrusts hasten. His deep voice cries out with each push. He’s fast, and faster, and faster, and I’m stretched further, and further, and further. My arms brace to the sides as I feel the climax coming stronger with every passing second. He holds on, not allowing either of us to finish until he says it’s time. But my head arches back, and I can’t take it anymore. I scream out just as he collapses on top of me.
His arms wrap around me, and he squeezes as if he’ll never let go. I let the moment live, as it’s too good to leave.
Johnny lightly kisses my shoulders, and I run my fingers through his hair. He stares at me, with the softest smile, and there’s no question in my mind that I love him.
Talk about a freaking childhood fairy tale come true.
“What are you thinking?” He questions.
Eh, I’ll save this little story for another time. Instead, I coyly smile and say, “So the bed… it works for us.”
He steals three kisses as we both laugh.
“Up for a shower?” His eyes boyishly dart. “I promise I won’t make you hold my towel.”
My ten, eleven, twe
lve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and eighteen year old selves had no idea what I was in for.
EPILOGUE
“He offered me a job on his writing team. I get to work on his next pilot.”
Melissa screams back at me on the other end of the line. “Care Bear! Care Bear, you did it!”
I think I’m almost as excited as she is… or maybe the realization hasn’t hit me yet. Either way, oh my God!
“I’ll tell you everything tomorrow night when I come over for dinner.”
“Tell me now!” She pleads.
“You know me, have to keep up the anticipation.” I laugh into the phone.
“You suck, Care Bear. You know that?”
“Love you, Meliss. Bye.”
I hang up before she has the chance to persuade me to stay on the line any longer.
“Hey you.” It’s all I hear before Johnny scoops me up from behind and spins me around. “I hear you have some good new to tell me.”
“What?” I furrow my brow as he sets me back on my feet. “How do you know?”
“My agent called me.” He quickly kisses me before wrapping his fingers in mine.
Wait, that makes no sense. “To tell you that I got a job working on a pilot?”
“No. He called to tell me that they’re offering me the lead in it, so I asked him who was on the writing staff.” He turns to me with a big smile on his face. “And he just happened to say your name.”
He’s adorably giddy, and I love every bit of it.
“Hold on.” I stop. “Does this mean you’re not going to New Zealand?” I’m a little too excited about this possibility.
Johnny turns to me and brushes my hair from my face. “Tell me to stay.”
Oh dear. “Johnny, I can’t do that. I want you to do what’s best for you.” I hate it, but I have to be honest.
He takes a step into me, resting his forehead on mine. “You’re what’s best for me. Now tell me to stay.”
There are only so many times I’m able to put up a fight, and this time, I really don’t want to.
“Stay.” I whisper, ever hoping.
“Then I’ll stay.”
I kiss him, and then I kiss him again, and we steal away into the trailer.
I can’t stop smiling. I’m sure I look absolutely ridiculous, but I don’t care.
I don’t care at all.
I grab an apple from a fruit basket that’s sitting on the table and take a bite. Johnny doesn’t take his eyes off of me for an instant, and I milk every second I have his attention.
“Throw me a peach.” He motions to the basket.
I toss him a piece of fruit, and start to quietly laugh to myself as he eyes it, suspiciously.
“Look at this.” He holds it up to me. “They finally got me peaches without fuzz.”
I set my apple down, walk over to him, and wrap my arms around his neck. “It’s a nectarine, Johnny. A nectarine.”
He still doesn’t know a nectarine from a peach, but it’s impossible to hate him for it. Now, I think it’s absolutely precious.
THE END
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