by Miranda Bee
I loved being in Mexico with Devin. It was a surreal thing. It was like getting a brand-new life. Everything in life, every choice, and every pain, fell away. We had a fresh start. We’d unwound every thread of identity that we’d been so tangled in. We were left raw. At our cores, we had this aching need that drove us to each other.
We had only been in Mexico for six months. Still, we managed to make a handful of friends. We had a little money saved up, though it was steadily growing. We had a new vision for our future.
For the time being, we were staying in a shack on a farm on the outskirts of Huatulco, Mexico. It was a beautiful piece of land just far enough out that we avoided a lot of the tourists. I worked with a girl named Maria, taking care of calves. It was actually a lot of fun. We got up really early in the morning and mixed their formula. It kind of sucked to realize we were just raising them to be sold to a butcher. Still, we made sure their quality of life was good.
Maria spent a lot of time trying to teach me Spanish. I knew enough to get by, but my conversational skills were abysmal. She was always helping me. It made me miss MaryAnn. I hadn’t contacted her since we fled the country. I wouldn’t be surprised if they suspected me in Charlie’s murder. Then again, maybe they never found him. Devin assured me that they wouldn’t come looking for me, though.
Today, Maria was helping me get ready to marry the man of my dreams. She curled my hair in soft beachy waves, placing a crown of delicate baby’s breath in my hair. I kept my makeup simple. Just gloss and mascara. My skin had tanned considerably since living and working on the coast.
I wore a long cotton gown. It was simple. It was perfect for the weather in Huatulco.
Which, I loved the weather, by the way. It was always so sunny.
Except, of course, today.
I was surprised to see the wind whip at the trees outside. There was a thick dirge of storm clouds traveling over Huatulco. Of course, there would be a storm brewing on the day of our wedding. Honestly, it was fitting.
Our love was born out of a storm.
By the time we’d begun to drive out to the coast, the winds had calmed. The sun broke through an opening in the huge storm clouds. Off in the distance, there were more clouds coming in. They were thicker and darker than the ones from earlier in the day. Devin was already in the thick of Huatulco. He had an early meeting with a contact about some land we were thinking about buying. He promised me that he would be at the beach, waiting to make me his, forever.
We had the pleasure of meeting Maria’s brother, who promised to do our ceremony. He was a minister and charged a very reasonable fee. He stood on the beach holding a bible. The wind had kicked up again, pulling at the delicate pages of his book.
Maria walked me down toward them. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of Devin. He was so handsome. Originally, I thought he would wear his jeans and a white t-shirt. We didn’t have a lot. We had been saving all our extra money to put toward buying a farm. We wanted to start our own business.
Something about not having to answer to anyone was very appealing to both of us.
Tears welled in my eyes when I saw him. He was wearing a suit and tie. It was the first time I had ever seen him dressed up. It was very becoming of him. Even with his wild beard. No, especially with his wild beard. He must have bought a suit while he was in town this morning.
As I got closer, I noticed his eyes were red. He wiped his cheek and smiled as he grabbed my hands. Seeing him cry broke my heart. He loved me just as much as I loved him. How were we so lucky to have found one another?
The minister began the ceremony. As he spoke, I watched Devin. We each repeated our respective vows, though it was like we weren’t really there. We transcended that moment. We were in a strange dimension. Nothing else mattered.
The words, “You may now kiss the bride,” broke the trance.
Devin placed his hand at the nape of my neck, parting my lips with his. His tongue swam over mine in weighty laps. I was his. Finally.
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We spent the night at the farm. The storm was in full force before we had even gotten home. We had planned to just relax but unfortunately, we had to help bring in the cattle. The rain was pouring and the animals were scattered all over the field.
By the time we’d herded each of the cows into the shelter, both Devin and I were drenched. We ran back toward the barn to lock the hinged doors. Devin pulled me in, instead. It was a spontaneous gesture that I could appreciate.
After all, wasn’t it every woman’s fantasy to be taken by the burly farm-hand in the hay loft?
We climbed the latter to the hay loft and collapsed. He laid next to me, spinning a strand of my wet hair around his finger. He touched my wet lips, sliding his finger over my chin and down my neck. He smiled, radiating an incredible happiness. The darkness I had seen in Devin was not just dormant, it was gone.
He only had light in his eyes.
He slid the strap of my dress over my shoulder, kissing my bare skin. I shivered. He slid the other strap down, burying his face in my breasts. I moaned, rocking my hips toward him. I kissed his head, reveling the feel of his lips closed around my nipple. His tongue strummed back and forth across my areola, awakening ever pleasure nerve in my body.
I took his hand and pressed it against my pussy. I need him to touch me. I needed him to fuck me until I couldn’t move.
He craned his arm, sliding it under my dress and yanking at my panties. He pushed his fingers into my slit, filling me. I groaned.
He sat up, frantically fumbling with his belt. He loosened it and slid his slacks down. I sat up, stealing kisses as I unbuttoned his shirt. I kissed his chest as I pulled his shirt over his shoulders. He pushed me down onto the hay. I wrapped my legs around him. He sank into me with one swift motion.
“Oh, Devin, baby! I love you! Fuck me!”
He pushed my dress up. It gathered at my hips. With his big rough hand closed around my thigh, he drove himself deeper. He was so big. It was an impossibly tight fit. Each motion set off sensors within me, sending waves of pleasure from my center on out to the tips of my toes and the top of my head. I shuddered with each robust collision.
“I love you so fucking much, Sammy Winchester,” he groaned, “You are mine. Mine alone!”
He pulled me up into his arms. He hooked his hands over my shoulders and slammed me into him. I screamed out. Taking the length of his cock, over and over, sent me into a free fall. I was losing cohesion. I shook, tightening my grasp on him. I writhed at the acme of pleasure. He let go, spilling himself into me. I took every little bit, gratefully.
He was mine. Mine alone. Nothing else mattered.
Chapter 26
Devin “The Devil’ Winchester
Was this really my life? It was so perfect, I thought I might be dreaming. I watched Sammy’s chest rise and fall. The morning sun was already high, streams of glittering light slipped through the spaces in between the blinds. The rays fell all over us; our tussled hair, blankets and skin.
It was silent, save for the distant waves crashing to the shore and back and exotic birds chirping from tree to tree.
I held my breath, listening for hers. It was soft and rhythmic. I looked at her soft lips, tempted to steal a kiss. I didn’t. I wouldn’t risk waking her. After last night, she was likely exhausted. Besides, we’d have the rest of our lives to kiss and fuck and fight.
I was so lucky.
I watched her for a while. She looked so at peace, more than I’d ever seen her before. She was mine, finally and forever. She had a lot of ingenuity. That’s how we survived life. She gave up her old life for me, happily. We were starting a new path. We were both happier for it. Maybe it would be chaotic. It would be passionate, that was for damn sure.
For the first time in such a very long time, the future seemed so bright. In this path that we’d carved out, there were no alarms, no criminals, and no betrayal. There was just us. That’s all that mattered.
Carefully, I slipped off the bed
. I grabbed my boxers, sneaking off to the kitchen. I fried some eggs in the skillet and grabbed some plates out of the cupboard. The oil crackled in the pan, as the egg whites went from translucent to solid white. I slid them onto the plate without breaking them.
I sliced open some oranges, squeezing a glass full. I sliced a banana and arranged them neatly on the plate. I also toasted some sourdough (her favorite) and buttered it. I looked at the breakfast and sighed. Something was missing. I ran outside, just off the porch and picked some red flowers. They were in full bloom and smelt amazing.
I carefully arranged them on the plate. I grabbed the tray and walked back to the room.
Sammy woke up. Lying on her side, she smiled, patting the space next to her in bed. I put the tray down and laid next to her. I stretched out, draping my arm over her side.
“You’re perfect, you know?”
“All I know is you,” she said.
She kissed me, pulling me closer to her. My hard cock jutted out, bare, pushed against her sex. I groaned, a pulse of pleasure screaming through me like a siren.
“You,” I gasped as she thrust towards me, “Your breakfast will get cold.”
She was not deterred. She slid her hand past the waistband of my boxers, grasping my cock. My body moved in accordance with her will. My rocked my ass forward, begging for the friction and the force of her gentle affection. She smiled a knowing smile and kissed me once more.
I slipped my boxers off and threw them to the other side of the bed. I laid on my back and watched her. She climbed onto me, straddling me at my hips. She slid down onto my cock. I arched my back.
“Jesus,” I growled.
I pulled her top off, her tits bounced free. A throaty groan escaped my mouth as I watched, my cock swelling within her. I cupped her tits in my hands, lightly. As she bounced on my cock, her tits bounced against my palms. My skin brushed against her nipples, drawing them out into tough, pink buds. The pleasure pulsated through my body.
My heart raced. I couldn’t handle her for very much longer. The corners of her cheeks curled up. Her toes curled. She was close to the crest. I sat up, effortlessly. I kissed her, wrapping my arms around her. My rough hands tangled in her hair as I began to take control. I guided her down harder, thrusting upward. I moved slowly.
My skin was damp, my heart raced and my body grew rigid. I was giving my all to her and she gave all that was her to me. I will always take care of her.
I growled like a beast, arching my head back. She slid her hands up my hard chest, feeling her way to my Adam’s Apple. We were like a slow wave traveling further and further out to sea. The further we got, the harder the slap when we crashed into the beach’s shore.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum!” she screamed.
I grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. My stride increased, bouncing her in my lap. Her tits bounced in my face and she screamed.
Like that, my ocean was still again. I let go, inside the temple of my queen. She followed me into bliss within a few short moments. We sat in the same position. I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. I held her close. I felt her heart race and then slow to a steady pace.
“Thank you,” I said.
“No, thank you,” she smiled, “You are so amazing, Devin.”
I let go and smiled, “No, I’m bad. You’re an angel and I’m a devil.”
“No, Dev. You’re not a devil and I’m not an angel. We are just perfectly broken. My jagged edges fit into yours. We’re a complete picture when we’re together.”
I wrinkled my eyebrow, “That’s a good way to put it, isn’t it?”
“And, I haven’t even had my coffee yet,” she shrugged.
“Now, I’m certain your food is cold. Let me go heat it up for you okay?” I asked.
She nodded.
I walked off to the kitchen and put the plate in the oven. I wasn’t a fan of microwaved toast (yuck!). Sammy came walking in the kitchen in her panties. My heart fluttered at the sight of her.
“So, sex and breakfast? Can this morning get any better?”
She grabbed the glass of orange juice and took a generous drink.
“There was something that I needed to tell you. Something I only confirmed two nights ago. It shook me to the core and left me raw, believe me. Only, in a good way. It was something I’d never realized I wanted.”
She set the glass down and walked up to me.
“Devin, listen, now that we’ve got our business up and running. We’re doing alright, right?”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I think we’re making a decent income for just starting out.”
We had started a small farm. It wasn’t easy, either. We spent so much time doing odd jobs, saving what we could. Eventually, we had enough capital to get into a little acreage. We set up a little fruit stand and made really good sales. We were building a life together.
It was a good life.
“Devin, I am pregnant.”
My heart leapt into my throat. A huge smile spread across my face. I couldn’t help it. I stepped closer to her, setting my hands on her stomach. I paused for a moment and smiled.
“Do you think we’re going to be bad parents?” she asked.
I laughed, “No. I mean, the thought had crossed my mind. Truth is, I’ve got a lot of love to give. You’ve got a lot of love to give, too.”
“I think it’s a girl,” she said.
“How can you tell?” I asked.
Well, I’ve been having dreams about a little girl.”
“Wow,” I said, still holding her belly, “A little baby girl.”
She nodded, “I keep picturing you towering over her would-be suitors someday. They are going to piss their pants.”
“Oh, you better believe it.”
“So, you are excited?” she asked, grinning.
“I’m amazed,” I shrugged, “I already love her, and I don’t even know her name.”
“I do.”
She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me closely.
“How about Leslie?” she asked.
Leslie. That was my mom’s name. My hands trembled. Life always looked so cruel, from wherever I stood. Somehow, today, it seemed so clever. It seemed so beautiful and empathetic. My life had come full circle.
“My mom would have loved that. I mean, technically, it’s a boy’s name. So, if your wrong, we are covered.”
“I don’t think that I’m wrong. It’s going to be a girl. I really have been dreaming about a little girl. In the dream, I saw a swing set at the park. You are behind this little girl, pushing her in the swing. She was giggling, shouting, ‘Higher! Higher!’”
“That’s crazy! Must be some pregnancy voodoo stuff? What did she look like?”
“She had long flowing brown hair with golden streaks glittering in the beaming sun. She had dimples on her cheeks and a big smile. She had giving green eyes, just like me.”
I wasn’t the superstitious type, normally. I liked evidence-based logic. However, this was different. I just couldn’t explain how I knew, but I was certain that Sammy was right.
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Sammy Winchester
5 years later
Five years ago, Devin and I had our little Leslie Elizabeth Winchester. She was beautiful.
So much time had passed. It seemed like our old lives were nothing but a vague dream. Leslie was five years old now and starting kindergarten. She looked almost exactly as I had dreamed about. Now, she was getting ready for her first day of school.
Devin and Leslie sat at the kitchen table eating cereal and laughing about something. I was in Leslie’s bedroom, making sure her backpack had all her supplies. Inside of her folder, I found a note from Devin.
Honey,
If you get scared, be brave. If you get sad, remember our jokes. If you get lonely, remember that I’m thinking of you. I love you, Leslie! P.S. If you think you’re having a hard time with this, just remember I’m right there with you, doll.
With Love,
Da
ddy
I folded the note back up. I wasn’t sure she’d be able to read all of it, but she would be able to read at least most of it. She was a very smart girl. We spent time teaching her the ABC’s and site words. She excelled. She could read quite well, for her age.
Devin and I were so proud.
Still, Devin was having a hard time with her going to kindergarten. He was trying to put on a brave face, but I knew it was hard for him. After we dropped Leslie off, he drove us home. The entire ride, his lips were pursed, and his eyes were watery.
“Devin, she’s going to be fine.”
“I know,” he said, “We all are. It’s kind of crazy, isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s crazy how perfect all of this is. I would still be doing the same shit if it weren’t for you. I would probably be content, too,” he paused, “I had no idea that life could be like this.”
“It is perfect, isn’t it?”
“Down to the last detail.”
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