by Voss, Deja
“We’ll worry about it tomorrow,” he tells her. “Thanks for everything.”
She winks at me and waves as she closes the door behind her. Finally, it’s just the two of us.
“Well, you’re probably exhausted,” I say, trying to figure out how to navigate this situation. “I’m sorry I ruined your party, though.” My heart is pounding. I’ve been dreaming about the day for so long, for a day that I could have him alone again, and even though the situation isn’t perfect by most people’s standards, it’s about as ideal as possible for me.
He kneels down next to the tub and presses his lips to mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as he cups my face in his hands. It all feels so familiar, yet so different. The way he tastes, the way his beard grazes my face, the neediness of his lips, I find myself moaning softly into his mouth before he pulls away and stares me over.
“You need to talk?” he asks, and I nearly melt into a puddle right there. His concern for me is genuine, not just some ploy to get in my pants.
“Relax,” I tell him. “Maybe someday. Right now I just want to get out of this disgusting bath water and be here with you.” I pull the plug on the drain, watching the earlier transgressions of the day swirl away as he helps me up and wraps me in a big soft towel. I linger in his arms. He’s being so gentle with me, like he’s afraid he’s going to break me or something if he touches me the wrong way, examining every inch of me, tracing his fingers over the scratches and bumps and bruises on my body.
“Gavin. I’m ok. I promise. Can we go to bed?” I grab his calloused hand in mine, squeezing it tight, and we walk down the hallway together. There’s loud music and laughter and screaming coming from outside, but it doesn’t bother me. It almost makes me feel better, safer, like I am surrounded by love and family.
He flicks on the bedroom light and groans. Passed out in the middle of the four-poster bed of my dreams is a beautiful girl, her giant boobs out for anyone to see.
“Sloan, it’s not what it looks like,” he says to me nervously.
“I don’t care if it is,” I say with a shrug. I march over to the bed and shake her shoulder until she comes to. She looks me over curiously. I don’t blame her, I’m sure I’m a sight to behold. “Honey, I don’t know who you are, but I’m gonna need you to get out of my bed.”
“Gavin!” she whines.
He picks up her shirt from the floor and tosses it to her. “You heard the lady.”
Obviously irritated, she storms off with a huff and puff, and for one second, I feel bad for her. Gavin is definitely a catch. Any girl who has a chance to get in bed with him is definitely lucky. I should know. I feel like I just won the lottery.
I crash down on the bed on my back and start laughing. The mattress is perfectly firm and the comforter feels like a cloud. If I didn’t want him so bad right now, I could pass out here in seconds flat.
“Sloan, I swear, I never touched that girl. I was with you most of the day. Then with the guys…” He’s rambling and it’s almost cute.
I pull him down on the bed with me and put my finger to his lips.
“I don’t know how to tell you that I don’t care. I don’t care about your past. I don’t care about my past. Clean slate, starting now.”
He climbs on top of me, straddling me and pressing his lips to my neck. “Is this ok?” he whispers in my ear.
“Yes,” I moan, pulling up his shirt. Those muscles make me shiver. I’ll never tire of running my hands over his arms and down his back. “I gotta ask you something though. What’s up with this bed?” The gorgeous bed frame made of rough logs has four posters and a sheer maroon swath running around the top like a canopy. It’s absolutely stunning, and definitely not very Gavin.
“Isn’t it what you wanted?” he asks, grinning at me, his dark eyes softening.
“Well yeah, but…”
“Hey, a guy can hope, right? Either way, it’s pretty fucking nice, huh?” He grinds on top of me, demonstrating the sturdiness of the bed, and I can’t help but laugh. “Let’s get rid of that towel, Sloan.” He rips the towel from my body in one solid swipe and gazes down at my naked body. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
As he works on my neck with his warm mouth, his beard tickling my shoulder, sending a shiver up my spine, I fumble with his belt. I want every square inch of his hot naked body all over me right now.
His ass is a masterpiece of solid muscle. His thighs thick and solid. And that massive dick pressing into my hip has me squirming in anticipation.
“You don’t know how badly I need you right now, Gavin,” I moan. He traces his big calloused hand down my stomach and grazes over my swollen clit with his fingertips, playing with my lower lips, coating them with my juices.
“I’d say pretty badly,” he breathes into my ear. “I can’t wait to feel your tight little pussy cum all over me, baby.”
He pins my arms up over my head and slides his hot throbbing dick into me. It’s been so long, and I’ve missed this so much. Getting pounded through the mattress by a real man. I scream in pleasure, gripping onto the wooden bed frame as he thrusts in and out of me slowly and progressively harder and harder.
My legs wrap around the backs of his muscular thighs and my lips reach for his, but even as he hooks his tongue around mine, I can’t contain my moans.
“I love when you scream in my mouth,” he says, pressing his lips back to mine. “And in my ear,” he says, cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching and twisting my hard nipples with a strong firmness before taking one gently between his teeth and tracing the tip with his tongue.
“Oh my God, Gavin,” I barely cry out in between screams.
“Are you going to cum for me, Sloan?”
His thrusts grow faster, harder, the whole weight of his perfect body pressing into mine. He’s rooting himself so deep inside me, every time he slams in, my clit feels like it’s going to explode. His moans are so primal. He’s a wild animal and I can’t hold on any longer.
“I’m cumming,” I groan, the powerful orgasm ripping through my body, taking my breath away, as I lock my legs around his, holding him inside me while my pussy walls spasm around his dick.
“You’re such a good girl, Sloan,” he growls in my ear. “You always cum so hard for me.” I feel his dick begin to twitch inside me and I clench down around it, enjoying the aftershocks of a perfect orgasm, milking him with my pussy for everything he has.
He presses his mouth to mine while filling me with his hot seed, pushing it deep inside me.
I wipe the sweat from his forehead with my hand and gaze into his eyes while we catch our breath.
He rolls off of me and I put my head on his chest, nestling in his arm. He smells so good, like manly musk and freshly mowed grass, and I just lay there with my eyes closed, soaking him all in.
“Are you hungry? Thirsty? You need anything?” he asks, hugging me tight.
“Just this.” I feel so peaceful, so safe and grounded, exactly where I need to be. I feel like I’m home. The beautiful farmhouse doesn’t hurt, but the man holding me in his arms is the real reason why. The cool breeze blowing through the windows reminds me that there’s still a housewarming party going on downstairs.
“Don’t you need to go down to your party? I don’t want to hold you back.”
“You’re nuts if you think I’m letting you out of my sight tonight,” he sighs. He hugs me closer to him and kisses the top of my head.
“Tonight?” I ask him.
“Don’t you have a road trip or something to go on tomorrow?”
I feel so conflicted. I thought we were picking things up where we left them. With everything we’d been through over the last day, I thought that we were pretty much established. “You really think I’m still doing that?”
“Sloan, if I had my way, I’d make you stay up on this mountain with me for the rest of our lives. I’d do whatever I could to make you the happiest woman alive. You would want for nothing. Just let me have this night, and you can do whatever
you want in the morning.”
My heart flutters. The moonlight flooding the room does nothing to hide my tears. I’ve cried a lot over the past few months, but not like this. Not the way that only he can make me cry.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I insist. “As long as you’ll have me.”
“What about your career? You can’t just walk away from something you worked so hard for.”
“I can if I want to.” I say, tangling his fingers with mine. “I don’t care about hard work. Anyone can do hard work and get whatever ‘thing’ they want as a result, but that doesn’t mean they’ll be happy. Being with you is easy, Gavin. It’s not hard work and it makes me happier than anything I’ve ever imagined for myself.”
It’s true. From the moment we had been together, even with all the crazy ups, downs, and drama, every second we spent just the two of us was easy breezy bliss. Those seconds of peace made every little bit of external chaos worth it to me.
“I love that about us,” he says, tracing his hand over my heart. “I’ve known from the day I met you that loving you was going to be the easiest thing I could ever do. Trying to figure out my life without you has been hell. I just kept hoping that one day you’d show up at my doorstep and we could start all over again.”
“Instead, you showed up at my doorstep. And probably saved my life.”
“I just made a distraction. You did all the hard work.”
“Seeing you there today just made me want to fight harder to survive. You made me realize what I would be missing out on if he killed me. You’re a good man, Gavin. I’m sorry if you thought I ever doubted you.” I kiss him on the lips, lingering for a moment to enjoy the exact feeling that helped me find the strength to finish off Arthur.
“You know I love you, Sloan,” he whispers. It feels so good to hear it sincerely, knowing it’s not some sort of manipulation tactic. It’s real, and it’s pure, and I know it because I feel it too.
“You know I love you, too.” I sigh contentedly. Drifting off is easy, the warmth of his body better than any blanket I could imagine. This is my home. This is my life. I finally have a family. Fresh mountain air mixed with the smell of bonfire from below, a house full of love, and the rise and fall of his chest under my head, no more words needed for the day, I am complete.
Chapter 41
Gavin
“Don’t you think I should be helping them?” she asks. We’re curled up on the front porch swing, having coffee while a group of young prospects clean up the lawn, picking up beer cans and other random trash from last night’s festivities in the morning sun.
She’s wrapped in my gray t-shirt and a pair of boy shorts, her feet propped in my lap, her peroxide orange hair tucked up in a little nub of a ponytail, and still to me she’s the most beautiful sight in the world.
“You’re royalty, Sloan,” I laugh. “You don’t have to help them. They live for this shit.”
Bruno, a short, stocky, recently graduated hang-around bends over the black garbage bag he has in his hand and starts throwing up.
“Yeah, looks like he’s having a blast.”
“Hey, he’s gotta learn to handle his liquor or take it easy.”
The sound of truck tires roll up the gravel driveway and my sister, Esther, waves from the front seat. Her and Brooks hop out of the truck, followed by a tiny little Rottweiler puppy wearing a pink bow around her neck, running full speed trying to keep up with the two.
Sloan’s eyes fill with tears and her hands start shaking.
“Oh my God, Esther! I love your puppy!” she says jumping off the porch swing and scooping up the little dog in her arms while it smothers her face in kisses. She’s giggling, bouncing the puppy up and down, like she’s in her own little world.
“I’m scared to tell her,” Esther laughs. “She’ll probably have a heart attack.”
“You like her?” I ask. I already know the answer by the way she’s fawning over the black beast with the nubby tail and copper dots for eyebrows.
“You guys got me a dog?” she squeals. “She’s mine?”
She sets the dog down and grabs Esther, hugging her close.
“Now you’re stuck here with us, Sloan. Sorry about your luck,” she teases.
“If I knew it was that easy, I would’ve done that a long time ago,” I say. I pick up the chubby little dog and set her up on the swing with me. She’s looking around in fascination, her ears perking up as she listens intently to the people around her, absorbing as much as she can about her new world around her. “What do you want to name her?”
“I don’t know yet! I’ve never got to name a dog before.”
“You’re outnumbered, bud,” Brooks says to me. “Now you got two bitches to boss you around.”
Sloan punches him in the shoulder. “How many do you have?” she asks him. “And ones of the blow-up variety don’t count.”
“That’s my girl.” I smile.
“Guys, this is seriously the best day of my life,” she says. She looks so cute, so wild and free standing there in the sunshine.
I pick up the puppy and hold her in my lap and she licks my face all over, and all I can do is laugh.
“I think that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she teases. “Big bad biker man letting baby dog smother him in kisses.”
“I’m gonna have to disagree with you on that one, Sloan. I watched that dog lick her asshole for a solid twenty minutes straight this morning,” Brooks jokes, with a little dry heave for added emphasis. “But we’ll get out of your hair if you need some alone time.” He heads back towards the truck.
“No way,” she says. “If you don’t have anything going on stay and hang out. You want coffee?”
“I’ll help you. We need to talk, anyway. I owe you an apology,” Esther says, and the two of them disappear into the front door, followed by the puppy. I lean back on the swing and smile. Seeing the woman I grew up with and the woman I want to grow old with getting along like friends means a lot. Esther doesn’t let many people into her circle, but she’d always been an advocate for Sloan.
“Look at you, you lucky fuck.” Brooks pulls up a chair. “It’s like you really did end up with the best of both worlds. Mountain Misfit life, city lady…”
“Oh, she’s not as city as you think,” I say. It’s insane. The girl has the world at her fingertips. She’s brilliant, beautiful, and highly educated, and she thinks the best thing ever is being up here on the mountain with me. She makes me a better person, and I make her happy and it’s as easy as that.
“I don’t care if she’s the most city chick ever. I’m just glad to have you back. I’ll bring you puppies every month if I have to to keep her around. I’m happy for you, man.”
“Did you hear that?” Sloan coos to the dog from the doorway. “You’re getting a sister!”
“We got enough for everyone,” Esther says, holding a tray. “You boys take a break and come up here with us,” she yells to the prospects in the yard.
Sloan curls up next to me on the porch swing, taking my hand in hers, squeezing it tight.
Red pulls up on his bike with Olive hanging off the back, Tank shortly behind. She runs up on the porch and tosses Sloan a bag.
“This was the closest thing I could find to your natural color. I hope it’s ok.”
“You’re so thoughtful, Ollie,” she says. I personally don’t care if her hair is green as long she stays here with me forever.
“What are we going to name this little beast?” Sloan asks, laying her head on my chest as we watch the little puppy fumble around the porch, sniffing everyone. It’s hilarious how a dog can turn a hardened batch of bikers into a bunch of baby-talking idiots.
Kinda like Sloan did with me. She’s so smart.
“Killer?” I suggest. “Harley? Dozer?”
“Come here, Rosie,” she calls out. The tiny pup is entranced with her voice and comes barreling over, still learning how to use her legs, her paws awkwardly big for her body. Sloan picks he
r up and rests her on her lap. “You are so loved, my pretty little puppy,” she coos to her.
“That works, too.” I kiss her forehead and she smiles up at me. We have nothing to do today but this.
It’s as if overnight, life became perfect. I have my best friends, my sister, the woman I’m going to make my wife, and the new generation of Mountain Misfits gathered around outside the house where it all began, and I feel like we’re all on the verge of something big, something exciting. I can feel my grandfather here with us, too, looking down in approval of the future we are going to create.
Epilogue
Sloan
“Happy fucking anniversary,” he says as he hands me a glass of wine.
“Gavin, you’re so crude,” I giggle.
It’s late September and I’m enjoying the last warm days of autumn to the fullest extent, lounging in the outdoor claw-foot tub on the back patio watching the leaves fall. I spent the morning gathering eggs and feeding the chickens and goats, and then went for a long hike in the woods with Rosie. The not-too-hot water feels amazing on my muscles and I kind of want to just spend the day doing nothing but this.
“I can’t believe you forgot,” he says, trying to fake a frown of disappointment. “This time last year I rocked your world for the first time.”
“And I can’t believe you forgot,” I tease, thumbing at the waistband of his jeans. “It’s Sunday. And we don’t wear pants on Sundays.”
“Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re gonna have to put a little something on today. I have a surprise planned for you.”
Since I’ve moved into the farmhouse with him, every day has been full of surprises and adventures.
“Please don’t tell me somebody got shot last night and I’m going to be spending the afternoon digging for bullets.”
“Not that kind of surprise,” he says, kissing me on the lips, his beard tickling my face in all the right places, and incidentally hitting me right in the lady parts. “Although I’m sure we can arrange that for later if you want to take a trip down memory lane.”