by Terry Towers
Sliding my hands down his muscular back, I clutched onto his bare ass. Somewhere along the way he’d kicked off his underwear completely. My nails dug into his hard, round ass, my legs tightening around his waist as I urged him to enter me.
He wasn’t about to let me off that easily. “Come for me and then I’ll give it to you.”
I groaned in protest. The fire within me built at a slow and tedious pace,driving me halfway to insanity, making the need of wanting him inside of me too much to bear. “It’s torture,” I groaned.
Sliding his hand between us, he pinched my clit while thrusting two fingers into me. That act became my undoing. I cried out as I was swept up in the wave of my orgasm. “Good girl.” Removing his fingers from me, he traced my lips with the fingers that’d just been inside of me.
I opened my mouth and licked my juices from my fingertips. Once clean, he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, kissing me with a fever that I’d never experienced from him before. I swept away with his kisses as I rocked up against his dick. I wanted more – needed more.
Grasping his dick in my hand, I lined him up and bucked against him, partially embedding him within me. He groaned loudly as he thrust hard, embedding himself the rest of the way – balls deep.
He groaned low and feral, lifting his mouth from mine and looking deep into my eyes. “I can’t get enough of you,”
“You’ve got me for as long as you want me,” I whispered up at him as he thrust into me again.
With our gazes locked he moved in me, the motions slow and calculated, the hunger and intense need in his eyes were almost as arousing as the feel of him filling my core. Sliding my hands up his back, I pulled him down to me, his broad chest crushing my breasts beneath me.
My exhale came out as a shutter as I tightened my legs around his waist and held tight to him, moving in sync with his thrusts, our bodies rocking together. His cock moved in and out of me, in slow rhythmic motions as we climbed the mountain of bliss together.
“I’ve never felt so good,” I moaned, placing a string of kisses along his neck. When I reached his earlobe, I whispered, “I love you.”
His thrusts paused for a moment as he pulled back just enough to look into my eyes again.
“I love you too,” he said.
My heart swelled with emotion. There was so much feeling and sincerity in his voice, it’d brought tears to my eyes.
When his lips came crashing down onto mine one final time, he thrust in earnest. His thrusts, which up until this point had been slow and calculated, suddenly became fast and furious, slamming into me with such force, pushing me deep into the mattress.
The fire within me and between my legs went from simmering to an all out inferno in seconds. I couldn’t have kept up with his ferocious thrusts if I wanted to, all I could do was hold tight to him and ride the wave of our passion for each other.
His balls slapping against my ass grew hard, his dick thickening as his body prepared for release. Just the feel of him, knowing he was so close brought me to the edge of the summit, tethering, ready to fall over the edge into oblivion.
Carrington groaned loudly, so loudly I was certain the guests on the other side of the wall heard, before slamming into me a final time. His dick pulsed as it unloaded deep into me. As he ejaculated, his cum filling me to the brink, I went toppling with him. I screamed out, clutching to his shoulders, leaving deep indents into his skin as I came around his shaft.
Feeling his dick unload a second time sent me spiraling yet again. I didn’t want this feeling to end but knew I couldn’t handle it any more. I shuddered my entire body trembling as I continued to hold tight to him. “Can we stay like this forever,” I whispered to him.
“For as long as you want.” He lowered his weight down onto my body, keeping himself inside of me.
Forever it would be there.
Chapter 19
Felicity
Carrington was on a flight back to Manhattan and I had a couple days left here in California. I’d already felt empty with him gone and all I wanted to do was go home with him. We’d spent the previous night making love and for the first time in my life, I understood the meaning of the expression “make love.” It was on an entirely different level than having sex and I couldn’t imagine going back to just having sex now that I knew how amazing it felt with someone who you connected with on all levels – mind, body and soul.
Grabbing a towel from the rack, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped it around me. Seizing a second towel from the rack, I dried my hair. With it being short, it didn’t take long to dry.
With my hair dry, I didn’t bother with contact lenses. Instead I put on my black rimmed square glasses and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. It was then I realized that I didn’t want the blond anymore. I’d worn my hair short and blond for years because I’d been running from who I was, but I was ready now – I was ready to face the person I really was. I was the woman who stared at me in the mirror, but also the chunky, nerdy girl who’d suffered in her teen years. Instead of trying to forget who that girl was, I’d now realized I needed to accept that she’d always be a part of me, regardless of how much I changed my appearance. The scars would always be there and were part of what made me strong.
Leaving the bathroom, I searched for the hotel directory in the nightside table drawer and found the extension for the hair salon in the hotel. Five minutes later, I had an appointment to have my hair done. I didn’t want the old Connie back, but there were parts of my old self that I could bring back and it’d start with my hair.
~*~ TT ~*~
Carrington
I gave the table in our apartment another once over, checking over every detail. Everything looked perfect. I had the candles. The lasagna I’d cooked came out perfectly. A bouquet of red roses sat in a vase on the kitchen counter. There was a trail of rose petals from the table to the bedroom and a bottle of her favorite wine chilled in a bucket.
I was certain I’d thought of everything.
The most important part of the night was sitting where her plate would be, in a small black velvet box. It was a big step and so fucking fast, it’d scared me. But it was the right move. There was no doubt in my mind that it was what I wanted and if she rejected me, I seriously doubted I’d ever get past it. She was the one.
Misty was fast asleep on the sofa, unconcerned with what I had planned for the night. How wonderful it must be to be a dog. No worries. No fears. They just get to sleep, eat and enjoy all the treats and love they’d ever want.
My phone buzzed in my jeans pocket. A grin spread across my lips seeing the message was from Felicity.
Felicity: The cab is going to be pulling up to the building in a few minutes. I have a surprise for you.
Carrington: I can’t wait. I have a surprise for you too, baby. Love you.
Felicity: Love you too.
There was a point in my life where I was scared of those words, ‘I love you’. Now I cherished them. Each time I read a text from her with those words in it, I’d felt a warmth within me that I’d never felt before – it was an intoxicating feeling. Had I been missing out all these years with meaningless one-night stands, or had I subconsciously been waiting for her to come back into my life?
Entering her bedroom, I gave the room one last look to ensure everything was to perfection. It was. I’d exited her bedroom just as she walked in the front door. The moment I saw her, my mouth dropped open and I stood shell-shocked staring across the room at her.
With the door wide open, she stood just inside the threshold. Chewing at her lower lip, she shifted her weight from foot to foot visibly nervous as she awaited my reaction.
Still unable to speak, I crossed the room to her. Her blond hair was gone and in its place was long dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders. I remembered that shade, it was the same shade of brown that it was when we were younger. She wasn’t wearing contacts but black-rimmed glasses that gave her a very sexy librarian look high
lighting her dark brown eyes. But the kicker was the make-up. Or lack thereof. She was a beautiful woman with the make-up, but without it, she was on an entirely different level. She had such a natural beauty, it was unbelievable to me that she hid it behind the foundation, blush, eyeliner and whatever else women applied in an attempt to make themselves beautiful.
“Okay. Umm… I’m really nervous right now.” She threw her hands out at her sides. “So say something. Anything… I might as well be naked right now, I’m feeling that exposed.”
“I’m speechless. But in a good way.” Reaching out to her, I pressed my palm to her cheek. “My god, you’re so beautiful. I’m legitimately at a loss. You were gorgeous the way you were, but this is an entirely different level.”
“So, you like it?” A timid smile touched her lips.
“I’m in love with it.” I fingered a lock of her hair. “I’m a little confused about the hair. How’s it so long? We haven’t been apart that long, have we?” I chuckled, watching the strands of hair slip from my fingertips.
“Extensions. I’m stuck with extensions until it grows out on its own.”
“So loaner hair?” I teased.
She gave me a sheepish grin. “Pretty much.”
“I love it. You look incredible.”
Releasing a loud breath of air, she replied, “I feel exposed. Honestly, I do. It’s as though all the things I used to do to myself were like my armor.”
She looked so vulnerable, it tugged at my heart that she’d let her guard down like that for me. “Thank you.”
“For what?” She looked up at me genuinely confused.
“For allowing me to see who you really are. I know how hard it must have been for you.”
“I haven’t seen myself this way in a very long time. I’m not sure how I feel about it.”
“You’re going to keep this look? Not that it matters to me, I love all sides of you.”
She shrugged. “I’m considering it.” Closing the distance between us, she slid her hands up my chest and laced her fingers behind my neck, pressing herself tight against me. “It’s only been a couple of days, but I’ve missed you. Is that crazy?”
“It is. But I feel the same way.” Lowering my lips to hers, I gave her a gentle, chaste kiss. “I made supper and I have a surprise for you as well.”
Cocking a brow at me, she replied, “Is that so?”
“It is.” Stepping away from her, I gave her a light slap on the ass. She giggled and batted my hand away. “Go put your stuff away and I’ll serve you supper, you must be starved.”
Rushing to the table, I snatched the velvet box up from the table and pocketed it. I wasn’t ready for her to see it yet.
~*~ TT ~*~
Felicity
“You made that from scratch? It was great.” My stomach was protruding, it felt so full. I’d eaten way more than I should have.
“Thank you. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”
“It is,” I assured him, reaching across the table and taking his hand. “Carrington, I need to talk to you about something.” She popped her shoulder. “Or tell you something. Whatever…”
His smile faded as he eyed me with suspicion. “Your tone is making me uneasy baby. Is everything all right?” He nodded towards the bottle of unopened wine. “Are you sure you don’t want any wine? That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”
Placing my hand over the wine glass, I nodded. He’d gone above and beyond to make this night special. No one had ever gone to such lengths for me before. “It is, but I need to talk to you first.” My God, I had no idea how to tell him the news. It could ruin everything.
“Okay…”
There was a silence blanketing the room, the tension between us becoming so thick it could be cut with a knife. I momentarily reconsidered, beginning to chicken out. “Maybe tell me your news first.”
He shook his head. “Mine can wait. What’s wrong?”
“Okay. Maybe it’s better if I just show you.” Reaching into the back pocket of my jeans, I removed the long white, plastic stick and passed it across the table to him, my hand shaking slightly.
His jaw went slack as he accepted the pregnancy test. “Is this what I think it is?” He looked down at the positive reading. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
I nodded, holding my breath, praying he wouldn’t take the news badly. I was still trying to process the information myself.
“Wow. I think you have my surprise beat, baby.” His face went blank. I couldn’t decipher a thing from his expression, and it was scaring me shitless.
I released a nervous laugh. “Depends on what yours is.”
“Is the baby mine?”
I lifted my brows at him trying to decide if I was angry and insulted by the insinuation or not. “Of course, it is.”
He nodded, his mouth remaining a straight line as he stared down at the test. “Yeah, we haven’t been exactly careful. Normally, I’m so fucking careful. With us, it just seemed… unnecessary most of the time.”
“I never miss my period. Ever. I should have had it a couple days ago. I took the test this morning at the airport before take off. So I’m trying to process this myself. It’s still super early and you never know.” I shrugged. “I only took the one test so it could be a mistake.”
He finally looked up from the test. “Are you okay with this?”
A nervous laugh escaped my lips. “We’re already doggie parents, what’s a kid added to the equation?”
A smile finally broke out onto his face and he laughed. “Fair enough. We’ll take it as we go and if we’re parents in nine months, then so be it.”
There was another long silence between us.
Taking a deep breath in, he slowly released it. “This makes my surprise even more important.” Placing the test onto the center of the table between us, he got up, came to me and lowered himself onto one knee. As he lowered himself, he pulled a tiny ring box from his jeans pocket and opened it.
Gasping, I jerked back in the chair. Of all the surprises in the world, this was not what I was expecting. Not at all, and sure as hell not this quickly.
“Given this new news, I’m even more certain than I was about doing this.” Pulling the solitaire ring from the box, he took my hand into his. “I had a whole speech planned, but the fuck if I know what it was I wanted to say now.” He looked up into my eyes and I knew all I needed to. “I know I’ve found my soulmate – again. And I’m determined to not lose you this second time around. Will you marry me?”
He waited for me to reply.
Despite the quickness of this all, I knew there was only one answer. Tears welled up in my eyes as a wide smile spread across my lips. “Yes. Of course.”
The tension in his body drained as he placed the box on the table and slipped the ring onto my finger. I stared at the ring for a moment. It felt so odd and surreal that it was happening. It felt as though I was in some sort of dream that I’d eventually awake from or the ending to one of the romance novels that I edit.
But it was far from a dream or a fairytale, this was my life and the gorgeous man getting to his feet before me, hauling me from the chair and pulling me into his arms was my forever.
Epilogue
~ 6 Months Later ~
Felicity
The wedding took place in Manhattan. I wouldn’t go back home to Paterson. There was no way in hell I planned on allowing my big day – correction, our big day to be jaded by the not so pleasant memories of the past.
Instead, we had a small wedding in Central Park with only our closest friends and family in attendance. It’s not like we had much time to plan anyhow. I was already two-thirds of the way through my pregnancy and it was very apparent.
Luck was on our side; it was a warm February day and there was a faint trickling of snow as the ceremony took place. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting. Instead of heels, I wore knee high, fur-lined white boots and a fur lined white cloak covering my wedding dress, keeping me decentl
y warm whenever the wind picked up.
Once the ceremony concluded and photos were taken, the wedding party was escorted by horse and buggy to a nearby hotel to have the reception.
Making our way into the conference room the hotel had set up for us, I was taken aback by how good of a job our mothers had done in the room. The colors we’d chosen were red, silver and white. Our parents had run with it and the room looked like a winter wonderland.
“This is amazing, Mom,” I said to my mother, shedding my cloak and passing it to one of the waiters to set aside for me.
My mother grinned as she nodded towards Carrington’s mom. “I couldn’t have done it without Janet’s help.”
Turning to Carrington’s mom, I gave her a hug as well. “Thank you. I appreciate you both.” Rubbing my stomach, I grimaced. “I couldn’t have done this on my own.”
“How has the morning sickness been, dear?” Carrington’s mom asked.
“It’s been okay.” That was a boldfaced lie. It had been miserable. Everything seemed to make me sick. Seafood, popcorn, butter. I was at the point where pretty much the only things I could eat were salads with minimal dressing and muffins. It was strange. I looked up at my husband and slipped my arm around his waist, leaning into him. “Besides, I’ve had Carrington with me. I don’t know what I’d have done without him. He puts up with a lot.”
Leaning down he placed a kiss at my temple. “The least I could do.”
My mother frowned. “I still think you two should move back to Paterson, we could help with the baby when he or she comes and it’s a great community to raise children.”
I’d had this conversation with both of our mothers before and was sick of having it. New York was our home now and we wouldn’t have it any other way.
Carrington cleared his throat and answered for us. “We can’t. I’ve got clients and Felicity needs to be here as well. Part of her series is going to be shot here in the city this summer. This is where we want to be, but we’ll visit and there’s nothing stopping either of you from visiting.”
