Despite it all, we went through something huge together. We finished what we set out to do. I won’t look back and feel fond of all of this, but I know that, in the weirdest way ever, it brought Rowan and I together forever.
We arrive back in town.
Jeffco hugs us goodbye and we even stop in for a quick drink at the Silent Barn.
“I, uh, am sorry that I kept you down in the cellar,” he says. “It was wrong of me. You’re good in my book.”
“Thanks,” I tell him. “You’re a crazy son of a bitch. But I like you, despite it all.”
When we ride back to our homes, it hits me. So much has happened since we first met. I remember Rowan, standing with that dumb look on his face, arrogant as all hell. Always staring at my ass on my morning run.
I remember our first drink together, when we shared that cigarette. I keep thinking about the snake that almost bit me, before Rowan saved my life and got bit himself.
I remember how the desert used to feel to me. It’s a much different entity now. I remember it all so fondly, but I know it’s time to say goodbye to this very real and insane chapter of my life.
Divorce is fucking tough on most people, but it’s not supposed to be this tough. I fought hard for change, and I got it.
“My place is a total wreck,” Rowan says, opening the front door. “Cool if I spend the night at yours tonight?”
I laugh and open my door, staring at him from my porch. It all comes full circle as I take off my dirty jeans and t-shirt. I stand there, completely naked, waiting for him to come over.
I turn around and bend over.
“How do you always read my mind?” he asks, jumping off the front of his porch.
He tears off his shirt. We’re both totally covered in dirt. It doesn’t matter.
He lifts me over his head and pins me against my wall. “Rowan, wait, I—“
Before I can finish my sentence, he lowers my pussy onto his mouth. “Oh. My. God,” I whimper as I feel his tongue brush my lips apart.
He devours my pussy. He smears his tongue across my clit, and I moan loudly. There isn’t anyone around, and no threat in the world could stop him from eating me now.
He puts three fingers inside of me, and I’m hooked by him. I’ve been dreaming about this for days. I’ve been bottling up one orgasm after another, just waiting to explode on him.
One press against my g-spot and I lose my balance, folding my arms around his neck. I hold onto him, teeth chattering and legs seizing up.
He makes me come, over and over again. “You don’t know how bad I’ve needed you,” he says.
He penetrates me.
I fall onto my back as he takes me on another ride. He holds my legs above my stomach and uses his angle as leverage to push in deeper.
“Fuck me,” I grunt. “Harder.”
It’s been so long since I’ve felt him, but I’ve ached for him all this time.
Soon enough, we’re inside my house, on my bed. He’s fucking me against the headboard, and the whole fucking house is shaking wildly.
Tomorrow, we’ll be on our way to Pennsylvania, and I just want one more night with him to live out our desert fantasies together.
He fucks me against the wall. He fucks me on his bathroom counter. He fucks me on the floor again, as deep as my pussy can handle.
I grab his hand and place it around my neck. His fingers brush around my collarbone, tracing the exterior of my neck.
He leans forward and kisses the corner skin, and I feel goosebumps shoot across my body. A pleasurable chill runs up my spine.
“Come,” I whisper.
“I want to make a baby with you, Caroline,” he admits. “I want to live a new life with you.”
I feel my heart flutter, and my chest twitches. “You want a family?” I ask him.
He bucks. “I want it all,” he says, kissing me.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, tongue falling across my lips. “I do too.”
Closing his eyes, he thrusts harder. His is body tenses. He comes, roaring with pleasure.
His load must be twice the usual size because it just keeps pumping out of him. He really likes the idea of getting me pregnant, of settling down. It’s actually quite odd, compared to the guy I met almost two weeks ago.
War changes men. Fighting can sometimes bring out the good in someone, if they realize they almost lost everything they fought for.
That’s how I feel about Rowan. That’s how he feels about me. When we are together, we have everything.
After we fuck, everything feels so much lighter. He hands me a cigarette, and we both share it, while we lay in bed together, looking out my window at the brightly shining stars.
“I’m quitting these things tomorrow,” he says.
“Yeah, right,” I say, taking a drag.
“I’m serious. I’m getting rid of the bad. I’m over it,” he says.
I close my eyes and smile so big.
“In just a few days we’ll be in greener pastures, right?” he asks.
“The greenest pastures you’ve ever seen,” I say. “And in the winter, it’s the whitest you’ve ever seen. Get ready for some cold.”
“I’m serious, Caroline. I’ve never been away from the four corners before. This is going to be difficult,” he says. But he’s excited. “All I know is that I’m ready. I’m ready to spend the next half of my life with you, in peace and quiet.”
“Peace and quiet,” I repeat his words. “I like the sound of that.”
Epilogue: Rowan
Five years later…
“Jeffco, help me change this diaper, man,” I call out to my friend. “Come on. It’s easy. I’ll show you.”
I carefully extract the diaper from our baby’s bottom. I used to be good at fixing bikes and selling the best drugs in all of the Southwest. At this point, I’m an expert dad.
Who would have thought?
“Get that thing out of my face,” Jeffco squeals like a little girl, prancing back into the corner of the room.
“Aw, come on. A little baby poop never hurt anyone.” I say, tossing the diaper into the bin.
He covers his nose. “Man, I thought killing and slinging drugs was hard. Fuck that. This seems about a hundred times worse.”
“Okay.” I laugh along with him. “Give me a second. We can get back to the party later.”
I clean Henson’s baby butt and wrap a fresh diaper around him. The whole time he’s giggling like a little hyena.
When we walk outside, I see Iago and Caroline talking with each other.
“Hey, man,” Iago shouts.
We hug, and I give Henson to Caroline.
Verona is running around the backyard. At four years old, she’s learned some tricks, but she has a long way to go.
“There’s my man,” Caroline smiles.
I smack her ass. I have to do it. It’s the ass that saved my life, over and over again.
“Hey, baby.” I smile and kiss her, holding her close to me. “You know how much I love you, right?”
The truth is, I wouldn’t be out here if it wasn’t for her. I’d be back with Iago and Jeffco, fighting for my life. Now, I’m a mechanic with my own shop. We’ve even got a Yelp.
Look at me, ma.
“Hey,” Jeffco calls out, holding a bottle of whiskey up in the air. “To five great years, you two.”
We all clink our glasses together and drink. After all, it’s been five incredible years with this woman, my Caroline peach.
“When are you going to fix my ride?” Iago asks me.
“As soon as you stop giving me such a hard time about it,” I say, laughing. “No, I’m joking. It’s almost ready. Give me a couple of hours tomorrow, and it’ll be as good as new.”
I think about the day I met this woman, the only one for me, and I remember how tough things used to be for us. I always acted harder than I had to act because that was the way things were where I was from. As soon as I got out here, it was like a weight had been lifted
from my shoulders.
Now I have Henson and Verona. They may take an insane amount of work to maintain, but the payoff is more than worth it. Every day, they grow up before my eyes, testing me and surprising me.
I have Caroline, the love of my fucking life. Where would I be without her? Absolutely nowhere. Well, six feet underneath the ground, I suppose. The only reason I’m even close to the top is because of her.
She pulls me toward the sliding glass doors of our backyard. “Honey, can you come inside and help me get the food ready, for a sec?” she asks.
“Iago, watch the kids, will you?” I ask him.
Caroline hands him the baby, and he looks dumbfounded. “Come on, man. It’s easy,” I say. “We’ll be quick. I just gotta help with the food.”
He looks down at the baby and says, “Hey there… uh, goo goo gaga?”
“Great, I’ll be right back. You’re doing awesome, man,” I say.
When I’m inside, I’m more relaxed. I see her in the kitchen, sitting backwards in that chair, ass completely out, and she’s naked.
“Holy mother of God,” I whisper, saliva choking up in my throat.
I quickly unzip my pants and stuff my face in her behind.
CAROLINE
He eats my pussy from behind. “Happy five years, baby,” I whisper.
My ass sticks out from the chair. Apparently, this is the cake he meant to order for the party.
“God, you know exactly what I want, all the time. Don’t you?” he asks, licking upward and sucking on my lips.
I just smile and enjoy him. It’s been five fucking years since all the craziness went down. Now I get to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
Every. Single. Day.
When he fucks me, he takes me like a bull. He’s massive.
He splits me open like a ripe fruit, taking me in every position. No furniture is safe.
His favorite, of course, is up against the sink.
We have to be quick and careful. We do have friends over, and we’ve got the two wild kids. But that doesn’t mean we have to hold back all the way.
When we finish, we quickly zip up our pants, make out for about five whole minutes, and adjust our hair.
“I can’t believe this is us,” he says. “God, I love our life together.”
“Me too,” I whisper. “It’s funny, actually. Do you think our kids would ever believe the crap we’ve done?”
“Nope, and they’re never going to know, either,” he says. “I wouldn’t dream of telling them anything about my old life.”
“Me neither,” I say. “They’re too pure. Look at them.”
We stand near the sliding glass doors, looking at Verona play in the tall grass, while Iago stands, bouncing Henson lightly.
I love them so much, and I know Rowan does too, by the way he looks at them. We’ve got a real family.
“Okay, woman,” he smiles. “You ready?”
“Ready whenever you are,” I say.
He opens the doors and announces, “All right, everyone! Who’s hungry?”
Cake, anyone?
That’s how love is made in a time of war.
END.
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