by Olivia Harp
She knew she wouldn't come back here ever again. This was the last time she thought of him. She couldn't waste more time thinking of him.
Charles and Julie walked down the hill and into their black sedan, a bodyguard closed the door and they left.
A lonely tombstone stood in silence, mold beginning to gather at its base. The sound of the cars exhaust disappeared in the distance. Silence filled the air. The name imprinted on the gravestone was already black with dirt. The words soon to be forgotten.
It read In Loving Memory. John 'Trey' Phillips III.
Chapter 36
Julie
"Come on, Remy, they're almost here!"
They had been busy all day. This was the first time the two families got together after making the announcement.
It had been rough for Remy, his father was old school, stubborn… but he wasn't stupid.
Luckily his mother knew how to get to him.
They managed to sway him into giving them their blessing. A few weeks after the incident, he knew he had to bury the hatchet. Having a son so close to dying does that to a person.
The business was growing, all thanks to his youngest son, the one who avenged his brother. After a while, there was no bad blood in him.
Maybe he was old, maybe he was tired of carrying a grudge with him.
He and Charles even played a game of golf or two. They weren't friends… but they knew they needed to get along for all this to work —and prevent their children from leaving them for good.
Remy brought a huge casserole and placed it in the center of the table.
"Chicken's ready," he told her.
She didn't have much room inside her house, but her garden was perfect for these kinds of things.
"What else do we need?" Remy said.
He looked amazing, just like always. Dark blue sweater, with a wide collar over a white shirt, fitted just exactly right, outlining his muscles.
He was as good as new.
"Julie?" He asked, and she came back to the present.
"Oh, nothing, I think we're set."
He smiled, "Are you worried?"
"No. It's just, you know… this is so surreal."
He sat on a chair, opening his arms for her to sit on his lap.
"Is it that bad?"
"No."
"Everything that happened led to this moment," he said, "I wouldn't change it for the world."
She hugged him, he made her feel so safe, so loved.
He insisted on going to therapy, together if she wanted to. She was shaken by what happened to them.
So they did.
Their relationship was stronger than ever. They didn't have problems processing the incident with Trey. But being so close to losing each other to tragedy really hit a nerve.
They traveled for a bit before going back to work, and after a few months, they started living together.
He still had his apartment, but never went there.
"We should move out of here," he whispered.
"Out of Chicago?"
"Out of the city. We need a bigger house, now that we're getting married."
"You think this is too small for us?"
"What if we want children?"
Her pulse accelerated, they never really talked about this before, just gave each other hints, here and there.
"Do you want to have kids?" She asked.
He fixed his eyes on her.
"In time, sure."
She breathed out. She did want to have his children, but she wanted to wait, too.
"You don't have to act so relieved!" Remy said, hugging her tightly, giving her a peck on the neck that sent shivers down her body.
"Stop it!" She laughed.
"What do you think? We could find a house within our budget pretty easily."
"What's our budget?"
He shrugged.
"Business is thriving, so I guess… anything we want?"
She slapped his shoulder.
"You're silly."
"Oh, yes I am."
He pulled her to him and suddenly his bulge grazed her thighs. Oh my God. She needed to do something else before they ended up in bed again.
"Babe, the family is coming!" She said, a last ditch effort to keep herself focused.
But it was too late, she already wanted to take him, right there on her garden. The doorbell chimed, and she instantly stood up.
"Julie?" Her mother called from the front door.
"See? They're here!"
Remy reached out and sat her on his lap again.
"You haven't answered me yet."
She brought her hand to his cheek and gave him a kiss.
"We move out after our wedding."
"It's for the children," he joked.
She rolled her eyes, smirking.
"Of course, we’ll do it for them."
"Julie?" Her mother called again.
"I'm coming!"
She looked at Remy and his big, devilish grin. The last time this happened they weren't even together yet. It felt like ages ago.
She started to get wet. The memory of that evening adventure never failed to turn her on.
"What's on your mind?" Remy asked, pretending not to know.
"Stop," she said, she needed to think of something else. She turned around to go into the house and—
He placed her hand on his cock.
It was hard, ready for her…
Remy leaned forward to her ear and whispered.
"You and I. After dinner. Upstairs."
He grinded his bulge on her ass and released her, but she couldn't move. She wanted to stay there with him.
"You're going to pay for this," she replied, and went inside to open the door for her family.
My God, he's going to pay for that.
Chapter 37
Remy
The sun was setting on the horizon, over the sea, the stars were beginning to appear on the sky.
She held his hand tightly, not looking at him. They 'd been laying under the afternoon sun for over an hour now. He wasn't a tanning kind of guy but loved seeing her happy.
"Perfect," she said.
"You like it?"
"I never thought it would be like this."
He kissed her hand and watched the sunset.
Their honeymoon was going even better than he dreamed. He wanted to take her somewhere far, somewhere she read in books and seen in paintings.
The Mediterranean.
They arrived in Italy and travelled east towards Greece, stopping in every town on the way. Enjoying the food and art and culture. From there they took a boat in Athens, this was their first day out in the sea.
"I love you," he said, and she snuggled under his arm.
"I love you too," she replied, her warm skin touching his, the view, the life ahead of them. Suddenly, everything made sense. The good, the bad. It was worth it.
He never thought he'd be so lucky. He sure didn't deserve her.
He kissed her neck and she turned to him, fusing their lips together.
It was a deep, soft kiss. She was the one. He wasn't even looking for her and suddenly there she was. An angel amidst a crowd.
His hands travelled from her shoulders to her breasts to her belly. Sliding easily in her sweat.
Her breath turned harsh. She wanted this as much as he did. They'd been doing it at least three times a day, and they were behind schedule today, they'd only done it once in the morning.
The sky was painted in pink and purple, the light about to die, leaving them under the stars.
He kissed her neck and earlobes and shoulders. Moving her top to the side, her breasts bursting out.
He cupped his hands on them, never tired of the way she kissed him, the way she made love. She was kinky, just like him. They were the perfect match.
She gasped, feeling his finger over the fabric of her bikini bottom, softly stimulating her, her sex already getting wet.
He took his hand away and us
ed his fingers to just barely graze her thighs.
She shivered and moaned, the skin on her legs broke out with goose bumps. She was his, only his, forever.
She turned and kissed him, he was steel hard now, she was the only woman in the world for him.
He brought his hands up and trapped her in his embrace.
Julie's hands bolted to his package, she wanted this as much as he did.
He ripped her top away and laid on top of her, her legs going around his waist, trying to push him to her center. He grabbed her wrists with one hand and put them above her head, kissing her earlobe and neck and shoulders. She was shaking now, moaning loud as he licked her belly, down to her waist.
She put her hands behind his head, needing him to taste her. But he was patient, he could wait a little longer, he'd make her scream his name before the night set in.
Chapter 38
Julie
Remy kept teasing her. He was incredibly loving and even more sexual. He couldn't get enough of her.
When they were ashore, he showered her with gifts, or little surprises like preparing breakfast in bed and secretly kissing her in their mid-morning walks.
But this. She would never get tired of this.
This man understood her completely, it was a dream come true.
His warm tongue slid on the inner side of her thighs and she couldn't stop herself from moaning again.
He kissed her legs and came back up, closer and closer to her center. She was soaking wet, it had been too long since they did it. Almost a full day.
Then she realized what she just thought and smiled. Ridiculous.
Her muscles spasmed in delicious pleasure as his tongue reached her slit.
Just barely touched it, though.
"More," she whispered, as his tongue grazed the lower side of her crease. It was too much.
He moved even closer, his warm breath fell on her sex, teasing her, when he finally pressed his tongue against her core and tasted her.
Her body trembled, her gasp, audible and coarse, invited him to keep going.
He moved up and down, slowly, sending bolts of electricity from her center out. He was a beast, a sexual god who knew exactly what she wanted.
He finally touched her clit and her legs closed so fast on his head that for a second she thought she might have hurt him.
The next moment she was yelling in delight. He kept on lapping and sucking at her spot in just the right way…
"Remy," she whispered, she didn't want him to finish her off so quickly.
She was drenched now, her juices dripping down on the yacht's wooden floor. She couldn't hold it anymore. She was about to explode.
No!
She gathered all her willpower and jumped away, leaving him completely surprised.
Remy looked at her for a moment, and grabbed her hands, bringing her over him.
She looked down and saw his huge shaft, ready for her.
He grabbed his cock and grinded it against her center, "this is where you belong."
"Yes," she replied, sitting on his cock, her juices soaking it completely, the brief flash of pain disappearing almost instantly as she did.
He was fully inside, filling every inch of her, her clit crashing against his waist, his cock sliding in and out, she was going insane.
"I love you!" She screamed. This man was everything that she wanted, from his perfect body to his perfect soul, understanding and caring and—
"Fuck! She yelled again, he was incredible, his shaft throbbed inside of her.
"Remy!" She called as he pulled her forward, her breasts tight against his chest.
She could feel all of his muscles, lost in his embrace, his cock going in and out, in and out of her. It seemed as if every nerve in her body was being stimulated.
Her skin felt so sensitive now, and there it was.
The look in his eyes, completely connected to her in this moment. He was loving her and at the same time giving her the fuck of her life, driven insane by lust. It was a perfect combination. He looked wild, drunk in love.
He bared his teeth, unable to hold it any longer, and that was all it took for her to explode.
"Fuuuucckk!" she yelled, crashing herself against him, harder and harder, his hot seed filling her completely until it poured out of her body, mixed with her own juices.
Every muscle in her body contracted and then released the pressure. She looked up to the sky as a tsunami of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body.
Suddenly, everything was in silence.
The last threads of sunlight painted the horizon in a dark pink, before finally dying.
They held each other for what seemed like an eternity.
"I love you," the love of her life said, "I love you."
The stars covered the night sky. And she thought of the first time she saw him. How one moment can change your life forever, even if you don't know it at the time.
"I love you too," she whispered, knowing that the love they felt for each other was brighter and deeper than even death.
"You love YouTube?" He asked, and she burst out laughing.
This was the start of a beautiful future.
Epilogue
Remy
— Two years later —
Remy walked inside the huge gallery, waiting for Julie to finish up her workday. Thursdays meant he picked her up and they had a drink or two on the Chicago Riverwalk.
She didn't drink anymore, but that didn't mean they couldn't go out to have a little bit of fun before the weekend started.
It was late April, so even though the weather was warm during the day, the evenings were still cold. Julie forgot her sweater at home so he picked one at a boutique a few blocks away.
She was talking to Veronica, who was now her full time operations manager at the gallery. She was Julie's right hand.
"…they'll want to make an offer right away, just make sure you're ready for it and plan accordingly. Never go for the first offer."
"Got it," Veronica said behind the door.
Julie turned and stopped when she saw him.
"You're already here," she said, looking more beautiful than ever.
"Just waiting for you."
"I'm sorry! There’s just so much to do."
"You have to wrap things up before leaving, it's okay."
She gave him a kiss.
"Are you ready?" He asked, giving her her new sweater.
She put it on, it fitted her perfectly.
"Thank you! I love it!"
"I don't want you to catch a cold, especially now."
He put his hand on her belly. It was swollen, completely huge.
She was pregnant.
"One week to go."
"One week," she replied.
Both of them felt like in heaven. He didn't know how much he genuinely wanted to be a dad until he came back from work one day to their home in Wilmette, an incredible suburb just north of Chicago, and she told him she was pregnant.
She'd just found out, too, and neither of them could really process the news until a few hours later. They were that surprised.
He helped Julie get into his car and drove away, towards the Riverwalk.
"We need to say goodbye to this place," he said, half joking, "we won't be here in like, years."
"I don't think we can," she replied, her words coming out slowly.
"You're right, we'll hire a nanny and come back here from time to time."
"No, that's not what I mean."
He turned to her, she seemed… off.
"Honey, are you okay?"
His heart began thudding in his chest, something was going on.
She licked her lips, then turned to him, "my water just broke."
He stopped breathing, just looked down and saw her seat completely drenched.
"Oh, God, is this it? This is it, right?"
She nodded, each time more and more rapidly.
"The baby is coming!" She said, with a mix of exci
tement and fear.
He pressed on the pedal and turned right, with his arm over her chest and belly, trying to protect her.
"We're almost there, baby," he kept saying, "we're almost there."
"My camera," he blurted out.
"What?"
All kinds of thoughts assaulted him. He wanted to film the whole thing but where was his camera? In the trunk you fucker, calm down.
He took a deep breath, made another turn, the hospital was just five minutes away.
Julie yelled out in pain. The contractions had begun.
"We're almost there, honey!"
He could see the hospital in the distance. Watch out for the cops.
He began braking. This was the worst day to start a highway chase.
Julie would freaking kill me.
He laughed. The things that came to his mind in a moment like this.
She grabbed his hand so hard she almost crushed it, yelling in pain again.
"Wait, baby, wait, hang in there!"
He turned right and into the parking lot. The hospital loomed brightly in the night.
He stopped at the main entrance, left the car on and jumped out to help her.
A nurse rushed out and Remy explained what was happening. The nurse went in and brought a wheelchair out.
He pushed her into the hospital and realized he didn't know where to go.
He stopped. The nurse was behind him, probably used to this kind of behavior.
"You need to go to the front desk, it's down the corridor, to the right. They'll tell you what to do."
"Is the doctor here?"
Julie screamed again, the pain was more intense this time.
"Of course he isn't, baby, now go!"
Remy stood there for ten seconds, watching Julie being carried away to be prepared for labor.
He looked around, the waiting room to his right was empty. A TV played almost in silence, the evening news. Nothing mattered right now. He felt as if in a dream. The world was about to change completely for him and he just stood there, stupidly glad that he found her, the mother of his children. The love of his life.
He burst into action, going to the front desk to set everything up, thinking about rushing to his car to take all of the camera equipment.
I need to get myself together.
He walked to the front desk and took a deep breath.