by C C Monroe
Every word he says speaks the words of who Shayla and I are, drunk on love, high on each other, and so fucking gone. Stopping her mid twirl when the chorus kicks in, I step close to her body, chest to chest. I lift both our hands in the air, our fingertips touch then I slide my fingers down hers so they fill the empty spaces between. I sway my hips along with hers, our bodies completely in sync, the world around us falling away. I lean in to kiss her, but lose her when she pulls away, stretching out at arm’s length, her hands still attached to mine. I take the hint and spin her into me, her back to my front.
Her head falls against my chest when she laughs, the sound matching the music, like a perfect fucking melody. Letting my hands slide down I grab her sides, causing her to bend forward and release a loud giggle. Finally breaking free from my teasing touches, she grabs the bottom of her dress and begins spinning in circles. Shayla’s hair is blowing in the wind and the tiniest peek of her thin, tan legs play peek-a-boo with my desperate, hungry eyes. I watch her eyes fall on me over her exposed shoulder. Those fucking hypnotic green eyes lock on my blue ones.
Everything happening in front of me plays in slow motion and it’s like the part in every movie, where the man realizes that the stars are aligning, the time is perfect, and this is where he takes his girl and rides off into the sunset. I thought that shit was corny as hell, so jokes on me while I sit in this moment with Shayla, clinging to it desperately, loving every second.
I crook my finger at her, she has me in a perpetual haze that I want to wrap myself in. She shakes her head, with a hint of humor. Placing my open palm over my stomach I laugh, my abs tightening under my touch. This little minx, she wants to play dirty.
Game on.
When she turns to twirl again, I make my move, snatching her up in a swift motion. Lifting her off the ground and cradling her in my arms, I take off toward the water. Her laugh is unfiltered—unrestrained. My ears desperate for more.
“Trey!” Shayla shouts as I move her to wrap her legs around my waist. Her dress rides up and wraps around her curvy hips.
“You asked for it, you tease.” I make note that the ring is still in the pocket of my swim trunks, reminding me to be careful. Running full speed into the water, we hit the fresh, salty liquid and it splashes up onto our faces, our laughing doubling.
“You little turd! My makeup was so pretty!” she says, still not leaving her place around my hips.
“Still looks perfect to me.” Spinning us around in the water, I can’t stop the smile that’s taken permanent residence on my face. This is true paradise and it exists right here with her.
“Whatever, I’ll get you back.” She climbs higher on me, using her thighs to gain more leverage, before releasing her arms and leaning back with her arms stretched to either side of her. I’m still spinning us in slow circles, barely causing the water around us to move, I take her all in. Shayla closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, taking in the surroundings with just her senses.
“This is beautiful, look at the sunset.” She reluctantly releases herself from me and turns towards the open water where the sun is setting on the endless looking horizon.
“It is, huh.” She wraps her arms around herself, nodding.
“Yeah.” I reach into my pocket and feel the ring, digging it out along with the seashell I found earlier—Shay’s obsessed with seashells. She’s still studying the sunset when I hurry and place the shell on top of the ring in my flat palm, closing it in my fist. When I’m done, I get her attention focused on me again.
“You know what else is beautiful?” I ask.
“What?” She turns, the water from her hair falling in droplets between her breasts. Her white dress sticking to the shape of her perfect body.
I open my hand, revealing the shell. “Oh, that’s a gorgeous shell, let me.” She lifts it up and falls silent. Her eyes fixated on the princess cut diamond set on a rose gold band, glistening in my hand.
“Trey?” Her doe eyes find mine while her empty hand covers her mouth.
“I think love is also beautiful, what we have is beautiful, and the life that we could create together can be the most breathtaking thing yet. I can’t live this life another day longer, without you as my wife. Marry me, Shayla Donovan?” Her eyes turn into a storm of tears, she sucks in an audible gasp. Not even answering me, she lunges forward, anchoring herself to me, wrapping her legs and arms around my body, yet again. Kissing anywhere her mouth can touch. My cheek, my jaw, my nose. I rain kisses on her chest, right above her breast. I can feel her pulse against my lips when I kiss above her heart—it’s beating rapidly like an engine on a train. She should feel mine, I’m positive it quit beating.
“Is that a yes?” I ask, looking up into her shining green eyes.
“That’s a yes, a million times, yes.” Adjusting herself enough to lean back, she gives me her left hand and just like that I slide the ring onto her finger. It fits like it was made for her. Shayla was made to be mine, meant to be my fucking lifeline.
“It’s stunning… I love you.” Her tears have mixed in with the water droplets from her hair and we’re lost in each other, my blue eyes to her green ones. I lift my hand to her cheek, my other arm banding tightly around her waist, keeping her in place. Caressing her softly, I smile.
“Shayla Adams, it has a pretty fucking amazing ring to it, doesn’t it?”
“Heck yeah, it does, baby!” she states with a bout of excitement before leaning in to let me taste her lips, again. I can taste the remnants of strawberry and tequila with a hint of salt on her sweet mouth. It’s erotic. Between the taste and her saying yes to my proposal, I feel myself catching a buzz.
“Let me take you back to the house so I can lay you down and consummate our engagement.” Teasing her, I start walking out of the water, putting my soaked hat on backward so she can have better access to my ear that she’s sucking on. Shayla’s soft, sexy voice whispers how she wants me to ravish her when I get her in our beach house and believe me, I have no objections to any of those sexy requests.
“I think that’s backwards. Isn’t that only for marriage?” I laugh and smile wryly.
“When we get married, I’m gonna fucking consummate our relationship again, but it’ll be rougher.”
Her thighs pin against my sides, and I feel heat coming from her pussy.
“I like it rough.” She nips my ear then sucks my neck just below the spot she assaulted, causing my eyes to roll back. I can already tell I’m going to have a love bite where she’s latched onto me, and I welcome her mark—claiming me proudly.
“She said fucking yes!” I yell when we hit the sand, not caring that they’re all drunk strangers, I want the whole fucking world to know. People from the bar cheer for us and she laughs then bites my shoulder. I need to get her to that bed and have my wicked little way with my fiancée. Fuck that sounds good.
“WOW.” I FALL TO THE side of her sweaty body while she tangles herself around me, her leg landing just bellow my semi hard-on. Her head finds my chest and her hand reaches down and starts stroking me again, making me groan.
“You’re fucking insatiable tonight, baby.” I can’t believe she’s still rearing and ready to go after all the times she’s come tonight. My fucking hell.
“Well, you did pretty dang good, Trey. You literally swept me off my feet.”
Those words—her confidence—and those fucking hands—shit, I feel myself getting hard under her skillful hands, it feels so good when she touches me like this. We’ve been going at each other like animals all night.
“You like your ring?” I look down at her hand, her thin fingers running up and down my hard shaft. My cock twitches when I see the ring that will tie her to me forever on the same hand stroking me. Fuck me, that’s hot. Talk about pride swelling in my chest.
“It’s beautiful, I think you deserve a little reward for doing this good.” Pushing herself up, she situates her legs on each side of my spread thighs. Her tongue leaves a hot trail down my chest, leaving
fire in her wake. Her swollen lips spend extra time on her initials that adorn my upper rib cage. I let her touch and take what she needs from me, while I watch her slim, petite body move down the length of mine.
“You gonna suck my cock, baby?” I run my hand through her hair, moving it from her flushed face. She looks thoroughly fucked and yet, she still wants me.
“I want to spoil you for all the great things you’ve done for me this weekend.” She kisses the deep grove of my V; the sensation has my head falling back slightly, my mouth agape. Something crackles in the air, and I feel the spark between us ignite. Something is different—knowing we aren’t just a couple anymore, but now we’re getting married, seems to be moving through our bodies, connecting us like magnets, like permanent pieces of a puzzle being glued together. This is my fucking woman, my breath, my soul, everything that keeps me living day to day.
I feel her warm mouth wrap around the tip of my dick and I harden fully. Groaning into the air, I silence myself, biting my lip, letting my eyes watch her mouth on my angry red cock.
There isn’t a more perfect sight than the one in front of me. Her ass is extended in the air her perky tits on full display for me to stare at while she drags her tongue along the bottom of my cock.
“Give me your eyes, while you have me.” My cock drops from her warm mouth, and my hands leave her hair so I can grab her chin and lift it.
“Yes, baby,” she replies, then continues to slowly torture me, knowing exactly what she’s doing. Fitting only half of me in her mouth before it hits the back of her throat, she uses her hand and gently strokes the base of my dick. I watch for a few minutes until I can’t take any more. The sight of her combined with the feel of her mouth sends me off, making every fucking amount of restraint I have, combust. My balls are drawing up as she palms them, that familiar sensation building. I’m going to come faster than I have before, and I’m not fucking ashamed.
“I’m gonna come, babe, give me your tits.” Letting me drop from her mouth with a soft popping noise, she pushes back, extending her arms straight. I grab my shaft, pulling and slamming back down, using the wetness from her mouth as my lubricant. She leans more so her big sexy tits are just above my cock, and with a few hard, punishing strokes, hot spurts shoot up onto her chest. We both keep our eyes locked on one another while I come, my body twitching with the aftershocks. I feel completely turned on—physically, emotionally, fuck me.
“Wow.” Her whisper echoes in the quiet room.
“Wow, is right, baby,” I respond, finding my shirt next to us on the bed and helping clean her up.
Comfortable silence falls on us when we finally settle into place. The ocean waves in the background our soundtrack and the moonlight giving me a view of her perfect body. I’m lying on my side next to her, my head propped on my hand. Shayla lies beside me on her stomach with her hands crossed under her head, the sheet stopping just below the dimples on her lower back, leaving her entire back bare for me to admire. I know she’s awake because I can see her studying my face from the corner of my eye while I gaze over every inch of her. My hand trails up and down her spine lazily.
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her skin.
“How’d you know I was thinking something?”
“First, minds are always thinking and second, I know when we’re together and you’re silent, your mind is working overtime.” I out one of her tell signs. She turns, mirroring my same position. My eyes wander lovingly over the shape of her hourglass hips, so soft and plush. I reach out and rest my hand on her hip, letting it settle there.
“I want to ask you about your sessions, with your therapist. How are they going?” Her voice wavers. I don’t want her to be fearful to ask me things, we aren’t strangers and I never want to be, she should always be comfortable in my presence. Besides, I’m in a mood right now where I don’t mind sharing—anything, she put me here, laid me down on fucking cloud nine.
“Of course.” I think of where I should begin. “Things have been okay, I guess. We’ve progressed a little, but I’m still learning to forgive her all while trying to move on from the pain of losing my dad.” Looming pain dooms over me like a dark cloud, threatening to burst open with rain weighing heavy in them. That’s one thing—my Pops—that I haven’t been able to fully open up about.
“I’m sorry, we can stop if it’s too much.” She reaches out and flattens her palm against my racing heart. Instantly, it slows and I pull all the energy I can from just her touch.
“No, really, it’s fine. Anyway,” I grab her hand and kiss her knuckles before placing it back to my chest, my hand resuming its place on her hip. The littlest of contact making a world of difference.
“Gwen has been trying hard to get me to spend more than our mandatory one day a week lunch together, but I just don’t know yet. I can’t explain it, I want to try to forgive her—I really do, but then this weird feeling in my stomach tells me to go slower.” My gaze drifts for a second to the open patio doors.
“Do you know why you feel that way?”
Shaking my head, I respond, “No—yes—well, maybe. I just feel like if I forgive her now it’s too fast, and I already have a mother. I don’t know if I have it in me to forgive and forget and possibly hurt Kathy in the wake of it all.”
“Kathy wouldn’t do that, Trey. She loves you.” I love how much she believes in me, how much she reminds me of all the love that I’m deserving of. I reward her with a kiss on her forehead. Shayla’s words help my heart find a comfortable down tempo.
“Besides, you have to make sure you’re doing this for you, Trey. Not for me, not for Gwen or Kathy. This is your life and you need to make this choice for you.”
“And you,” I remind her, keeping my eyes focused on her soft ones. She shakes her head.
“No, for you.” I really think she doesn’t understand that it’s no longer just me who can be affected by my choices, she can, too.
“That was before I put that ring on your finger, it’s no longer all about me, it’s all about us. I want to make sure you’re happy too, just as much as I want Kathy happy.” She smiles.
“It’s us and I agree, but I will be happy as long as you are, so I’ll support you and do my best to get along with Gwen, if that’s what you choose. Okay?” Her face softens, her beautiful green eyes bringing me home. In that instant, all I can do is nod. Shay is very protective and dominant, just as much as I am. Everything I do, I do with her in mind, and I love her for reciprocating that.
“I love you, thank you, babe.” I lean in once more and kiss her forehead, her head nodding against my lips.
“Love you too, handsome.”
“What about you, baby?” I seek out a change of subject, done with talking about me. She’s worried about me and all my shit long enough. I want to talk about her for a change, I want to talk about the one thing that makes me the fucking happiest—her.
“What about me?”
“We’ve been so wrapped up in me I never really got to ask you how you’re holding up,” I tell her while playing with the ends of her soft hair.
“Holding up?” she asks me with a perplexed look, making me unsure of how I should approach the next question.
Taking a minute to think, I soften my voice barely above a whisper. “After the Evan incident and the investment not going through.” I don’t know why I was worried about her reaction; I should have been worried about my own. Just saying his name and bringing up the damn incident in the same sentence makes me seethe, my jaw locking and teeth grinding.
“Oh.” Her face looks impassive, and I can’t tell what she’s thinking, which only adds to my anxiety.
“It’s okay. I haven’t had time to think about it. He kind of disappeared, and I got so wrapped up with other things, I haven’t thought about him much.” Her answer shocks me, honestly. She may have forgotten about it, but that night is still freshly imprinted into my memory. If Kingston wasn’t there, I don’t know if I would’ve stopp
ed.
“You know what that did to me? To see you there being held down by that piece of shit?” I ask, my grip on her hip tightening, pulling her pelvis closer into me so her body is pressed against mine.
“I can only imagine. I swear your eyes went black that night.” She scoots toward me, filling the little bit of space left between us. Her pussy grazing my cock, her tits touching just under my pecs. I can smell the lingering aroma of sex and her personal scent.
“I saw red. I’ve never contemplated murder before but he made me question it. Seriously.” I kiss the tip of her nose, her forehead, the soft skin of her cheek.
“I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you, I should’ve listened.” Her voice is scarce and low, and I can hear the regret emanating in her tone.
“You don’t have to apologize for seeing the good in people, you didn’t cause any of that to happen to you, got it, babe?” The fact that I’m even having to convince her of this makes me angry. She should know that she’s innocent.
Looking up at me all vulnerable and fucking womanly makes me desire to protect my little woman even more.
She nods. “Thanks for being there to save me that night. You’re my hero, Trey Adams,” she tells me, kissing my lips gently with hers.
“No, you’re mine, especially after Pops passed. I was—am still in pain, but you make the days worth living.” She bites her lip and a pink blush lightly speckles her cheeks. She loves when I talk about her like this. She is so used to being sassy and in control that it turns her on when I tell her she’s not in control with me. That I’m the protector, I’m the one who keeps us safe, but she’s the one who keeps us together, the glue to our cracked pieces. We each are vital to the survival of our relationship, there isn’t one of us that is better than the other. She’s not made of my rib; she’s not the inferior one. We’re both superior in different aspects of our partnership.
“Just like you, Trey, I’ll do anything to protect you, love you, and take care of you. You lost your dad, your best friend, taking care of you wasn’t an option, it was a natural desire to do so.” Her words give new life to my heart, beating it back to life a day at a time.
