by Ella Fields
Willa’s rings glinted beneath the moonlight as I reached for her hand and tugged her into the trees.
She was Willa Thorn once more.
After smiling and nodding for months every time I reminded her about changing the bakery’s name, I took matters into my own hands and had a new sign made. It was now called Bug’s Bakery. She’d caught me installing it the morning after it’d arrived, but just smiled and walked by the ladder I was standing on and headed inside. We lived above the bakery until we found out she was pregnant with the boys. Now, we owned a four-bedroom home overlooking the bay, five minutes from town.
“If we go much farther, we might not find our way back.”
“I know what I’m doing.”
Willa laughed. “I’m having major flashbacks here.”
“Of?” I held a cluster of prickly branches back for her to pass.
“Of you saying that a million times, right before we landed ourselves in trouble.”
“Well,” I said, figuring we’d gone far enough. “To be fair, this kind of trouble will be worth it.”
“Don’t sound too smug.”
“You doubt me?” I pulled her close, lifting her summer dress, one slow inch at a time.
“Never,” she whispered, throwing it to the ground.
Our mouths joined, our hands busy ridding us of every barrier, and then we were on the leaf and twig strewn ground. “On top.”
She didn’t object and tossed her bra to the grass as she swung her legs on either side of my hips.
Brown waves fell to her waist and curtained her tits. My back protested the hard earth, and a rock dug into my ass, but I wasn’t about to move for anything unless it involved loving her.
My hands grabbed her hips, squeezing, then roamed up her chest, gently pushing her hair back over her shoulders. I loved her hair any length. I’d love her if she had no hair at all, and I made sure I told her that when I noticed she was growing it longer again.
“I miss it,” she’d said, “but that’s nice to know.”
I’d laughed, then attacked her lips.
“What are you smiling at?” she asked me now.
“I have a goddess straddling me.” I raised a brow. “What sane mortal wouldn’t be smiling?”
Her answering smile glowed, and she leaned forward, her lips tickling mine as her hair tickled my chest and cheek. “I love you.”
I’d never grow tired of hearing that. Holding her face, I nipped her lips. “I love you more.”
Reaching between us, she grabbed my cock. “I loved you first.”
I groaned. “Keep telling yourself that.” Then I cursed as she took all of me in one slow drop. “Jesus,” I wheezed out.
She grinned, humming against my lips as her hips rocked.
I let her do her thing, absorbing every rough breath while palming her ass. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up, holding her chest tight to mine so I could better access her mouth.
Together, we unraveled but stayed joined in every way. My fingers lost to her hair, and hers tracing my cheeks and shoulders.
And as the stars glittered between the gaps in the giant treetops overhead, we moved to the creek to clean off.
Willa’s legs tightened around my waist, her hands wiping water from my face as my fingers slipped down her ass and toyed with her entrance. Rock hard, I lifted her higher to fit myself inside.
“Again?” She laughed, incredulous.
My hands tugged her hair, exposing her neck to my mouth. I licked the curve of her throat, inhaling. “Not done.”
My hips jerked, stealing a moan from her. “I thought you were.”
“Bug,” I whispered, lips skimming her jaw. “I’ll never be done.”
Smooth hands gripped my face, tilting it back, as hazel eyes connected with mine. “Every good day.”
My throat thickened as I whispered the other part of our wedding vows. “And every bad day.”
For there had been, and there would be, many of both, but nothing, not even our own reckless hearts, could separate us again.
We weren’t only soul mates.
We were stitched at the seams, unable to part without losing fragments of ourselves.
And I’d learned the hard way just how impossible it was to live with pieces when I could’ve been whole.
In a world filled with mistakes just waiting to be made, I was thankful we’d already made all the wrong ones. Now, we could make all the right ones.
Together.
The End
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Ella Fields is a mother and wife who lives in Australia.
While her kids are in school, you might find her talking about her characters to her cat, Bert, and dog, Grub.
She’s a notorious chocolate and notebook hoarder who enjoys creating hard-won happily ever afters.
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