Ramona gives a little wave, and tiptoe-runs back out of the pool room, closing the glass doors as she goes. “A little mood music. So nice of her,” I exclaim, wiping water from my chin and upper lip.
“I hate this song and she knows it.”
At that, I let out a true laugh that echoes off the wooden ceiling and vast space. “Let’s change that.” With bent arms, I pull myself out of the water and extend a hand down to her. Shaking her head, she takes my hand, and I pull her into my arms and sway her to the beat of the music. My thumb catches on the diamond ring and my heart swells, and this song feels like my favorite, because the body pressing against mine right now is my favorite. “See, it’s not that bad, now is it?”
Her cheek is pressed on my bare chest, and her arms are circled around me in a big bear hug. “It’s not,” she says, her feet tripping on mine. “This feels like home.”
“I meant the song,” I tease.
“Still hate it,” she deadpans.
I laugh again, and she joins in, glancing up at me. “There’s a bedroom over there. It’s not my bedroom, but it’s also not anyone else’s either. No one wanted the room that smelled like chlorine. If you know, want to go try to make this song my favorite song.”
I tap my chin as her gaze turns precocious. “Was that a challenge?”
“I mean, you were celibate before me, so it very well may be a challenge.” She giggles, then covers her mouth. Even though the joke is at my expense, her joy is palpable and I’d take the hit time after time to see it. “I have a confession,” she adds.
“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this.”
Pressing her hands on my chest, she says, “When you first told me that you were celibate, I didn’t hear you correctly. Or maybe I did hear you, but it was so strange that my brain was like, that’s not right, he means celebrate. Or cell eight. Or some weird word in another language. It took me longer than it should have to grasp the meaning.”
I pick her up and throw her small body over my shoulder. “I’ll give you something to celebrate!”
Maeve lets out a squeal and a peal of laughter as I head toward a dimly lit hallway that must house the chlorine bedroom. Twisting the knob, I kick the door open softly so I don’t have to let go of her thighs. I hit the light switch and she squeezes my butt playfully. “It’s in my face, so that makes it mine.”
“You want my ass?” I say, dropping her in the center of the small cabin-like room.
She’s still pink from the hot water and disheveled, and it might be the most beautiful I’ve ever seen her. “Or,” she says, holding a finger up, all proper. “You could have mine instead?”
My shock must be evident because Maeve laughs. “Or not, jeez, just a suggestion.”
Jaw on the floor, I close my mouth. “You’d let me in your ass with this?” I gesture to my cock with both hands and hit her with a confused glare. The words taste funny because I’ve never said those words in that particular order before.
Maeve shrugs casually. “I’ve never given anyone my ass before, but I trust you.”
I smirk. “Well, if that doesn’t reek of pure romance. There’s no way I can turn you down.”
She skips to the bathroom and tells me to wait. I’d wait an immeasurable amount of time for what she’s offering. In my naivety, I never thought to bring up ass play, but now I’m more excited than a kid at a birthday party. Wait, bad comparison. Let’s go with more excited than a man about to fuck the woman he loves. There we go—much better. I’m still mulling my thoughts and bouncing with anticipation when she emerges from the bathroom completely naked.
Maeve pushes her lips to the side. “I was thinking, front first, then back. Because we don’t have lube and I’m not really sure how else to make it wet.”
I swallow hard, and my dick hardens to full length, pushing against my underwear. “Wow. Way to say just the right thing. I’m just happy to be playing in the back yard. Tell me what to do. I’ll do it.”
“Kiss me like you mean it.”
I take off the boxer briefs and cross over to kiss her. Holding her face in my hands, she melts into my lips as our tongues entwine softly. My body is vibrating, the electricity-like feeling coursing through me urges me on. The same feeling I got when I kissed her for the first time and every time after. This destined, fated feeling of finally belonging. Reaching between her legs, I find her soaking wet—dripping for me. A throaty noise escapes and my cock jerks. Yes, please. Maeve wraps her hands around me and strokes me at the same rhythm I’m stroking her.
“Bed,” I say, taking the lead now that my other brain has taken control. I pull her along with me and she breaks from me to lie face down, ass up. “Christ almighty, this might be heaven.” I forget to breathe and feel trapped in this spot as I gaze at Maeve.
Her smile is wide and playful. “Come on Lincoln, you’re not celebrating anymore.”
“Oh, I’ll show you celebrating, alright.” Sliding behind her on my knees, I tease my dick at her pussy and let the tip loll across her clit, up and down.
Maeve puts her forehead down on her forearms and sighs loudly.
“You’re soaking wet.”
“Don’t waste it,” she moans. I pull her hips back onto my cock until I can’t go any further. She likes that a lot, so I do it again and again, my grip on her hips tightening as I watch myself disappear inside her warm, tight body.
“Do you want to come now?” I ask, trying to figure out protocol before I dive into uncharted territory. “Or later.”
“Later,” she says, but I’m not sure if she means it, so I keep thrusting, and also reach around to stroke her clit at the same time. That garners a cry of pleasure. “When I come,” she says, words breathy, “Put it in my ass while I’m coming, but don’t stop touching me.”
Now I have a mission, and one that seems I need some actual focus for. A hard feat when you realize I’m close to fucking coming this second. Sensory overload.
I keep circling her clit as her breathing speeds. I can read her orgasm cues well and before she announces it, I feel her cunt grip my cock and know it’s about to happen. With about as much precision as putting a square peg into a round hole, I pull out and push the tip into her ass, while still keeping the reach around going.
She’s adjusting to the girth as I gently slip another inch in. It’s tight, almost painfully so, and I know we need more lube, so I spit and rub it around her pert opening. She asks for more, and I don’t dare pull out at this point so using the slickness, I push all the way in. Maeve sucks in a ragged breath and I freeze. Literally, I do not move a single muscle in my body. “Are you okay? Should I stop?”
“It feels good all the way in like that. So full.” That’s the confirmation I need. I rock out of her just a smidge and push back in. The sensation is the same and yet completely different at the same time. It feels so good, I forget her clit for a few seconds and have to start back up. Maeve tells me to stay still, and she bucks against me, back and forth, taking me all the way in like a goddamned vacuum, and then teasing herself back off my cock, never letting it slip from her ass.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep that up,” I choke out.
She moans, and I nearly come apart right there, grabbing the base of my dick. Taking my finger from her clit, I decide to focus on her G-spot instead. That’s always the easy orgasm for her. I slip two fingers into her wet snatch and rub the slightly rough spot, dragging my fingertips back and forth as she works my dick at a steady pace. I wriggle my fingers faster when she fucks back harder. Closing my eyes, I turn my face up to the ceiling. “I’m coming. Fuck am I coming.”
“So am I.” Her voice is soft, almost angelic. The juxtaposition of her taking my fat cock in her ass, is enough to send me spiraling, cum releasing into her body in strong shocks. Her pussy grips my fingers as her ass takes my full length and she screams, and I do mean screams, as she rides out the waves of bliss. My dick is still twitching inside her when she floats back to reality.
> “Holy fucking hell,” I announce, voice hoarse. “I didn’t know it would feel that good.”
“Yeah, me either,” she sighs. “Pull out slowly. It feels sensitive, like I’ve never felt so full in my whole life.”
“You kind of haven’t been that full before,” I reply, easing out of her ass and her pussy at the same time. Maeve collapses on her stomach, stretching out like a cat. “Did it hurt at all?”
“Kind of, at first, but then once you got all the way in, and then your fingers, and then, oh my God, yes please more of that.” Her voice is far away and dreamy. “I love you so much, Lincoln.”
“To think I didn’t think I could love you more. Then you go ahead and give me all the holes.”
“Ha ha,” she slings back. “Seriously though.” Maeve rolls over. “Thanks for that.”
“And you’re thanking me. Did I die today and land on a heaven-like planet?”
She laughs and drapes an arm over her eyes to block the light. I drop a kiss in between her breasts, then her stomach, and kiss her clit with my tongue. “Okay,” she deadpans. “I agree, definitely a heaven-like planet. Let’s go shower so we can celebrate some more.”
I lave her cunt leisurely, then pause to say, “Oh, we’re not done until every single hole is dripping with me.”
Chapter 15
Maeve
I hear the music playing, and I know I need to walk, but my feet are frozen to this spot, behind a tree. I’m not afraid of marrying Lincoln, and honestly, it’s not fear at all. It’s that I don’t want to forget this day. Every detail, every second, every aspect, is something I want to embed in my memory forever. “Come on, Maeve. It’s time. You’re the one that set this damn schedule down to the millisecond. That song means your feet move,” Ramona pipes up from next to me. “He’s waiting for you.”
“Okay. You’re right. I’m sorry,” I say, adjusting the ivory gown once more by picking up the silk at my sides.
“Say that again,” Ramona replies, looking at me with a grin.
I shake my head. “Never. Let’s walk.” She loops her arm with mine and the first person who loved me unconditionally, walks me down the path to the man who will love me unconditionally for the rest of my life. It’s a cool summer day and the mountains are alive. A breeze pulls across my face as I step onto the final path that cuts to Lincoln and the pastor standing under an arch made of light wood branches. Ramona grabs the flower crown on her head as the wind blows, and Vin smiles at her from a chair next to us. They married secretly and didn’t tell anyone yet. Ramona is also pregnant and hasn’t told anyone but me. The two have zero causation, but I think it’s why they’re keeping it a secret until later.
Lincoln is wearing a casual suit, and the man looks breathtaking. Beautiful. A man angel walking earth who drifted into my life at the perfect time. I now believe in fate and destiny. In an entity more powerful than humans, creating one person for everyone. Sometimes we get messed up and turned around on the way. Oftentimes we have to get messed up to realize what the master plan actually is. Sure, I almost had to die, and Lincoln had to almost die, and Rexy did have to die, but my God, looking at Lincoln I can confidently say, it was all worth it. Every scar, every heartbreak, every awful thing I endured as a child that somehow led me on this path to him. If I had been adopted instead of Rena, they never would have been next door neighbors—they never would have met. Turner wouldn’t exist.
And there he is, standing proudly next to Lincoln in the most adorable tuxedo in the world is my son. The reason I met Lincoln to begin with. If Lincoln’s love saved me, then Turner’s innocence healed me. He showed me that I can be a person worth looking up to. That I’m worthy of being his mother. When the willowing music stops, I’m standing in front of Lincoln. He takes my hands as I notice the tears in his eyes. “I’m so lucky,” he whispers, and the emotion surrounding us is cloying. We chose simple, traditional vows for this day, and they’re spoken with raw honesty. He slides the simple band on my finger and the pastor pauses and looks at me before pronouncing us man and wife.
I stoop down and beckon Turner forward. He slips out from behind Lincoln and stops in front of me. “You’re so beautiful, Maevey.” He reaches a hand up to touch a flower on my head. “Like a princess.” He’s holding back tears, and his bottom lip pouts out.
I smile, my heart about to explode with love for this tiny child. “I wanted to give you some vows, too. Would that be okay?” I take his shaking hands in mine.
“I’d like that,” Turner says quietly, looking up to Lincoln for reassurance, then focuses his gaze on my face.
“Turner Wilds, I vow to listen to you and play with you every single day. I want your help to cook and bake, and I vow to always let you preheat the oven. Turner, I vow to hug you and tell you how much I love you at night before bed and every morning when you wake up. I promise I will never leave you.” A tear drops down his face, but I catch it with my finger. “I will always be here for you. Through the good and the bad. I will be your mommy forever.” Lincoln hands me the adoption certificate we had framed for this occasion and I give it to him. “This says that no matter what, you are mine and I am yours.”
Turner’s hands shake as he holds it, and he stays quiet. I’m not sure if he’s happy or scared. He lets go to run a tiny finger across the name he recognizes, his own, and then mine. “What do you say?”
He meets my eyes, and his pout turns into a full-on cry as he wraps his arms around my neck. “I love you, Mommy.” The words are so small that no one else can hear, but they’re so big, and full of so much importance that they’re the sweetest song I’ve ever heard. Pulling Turner next to me, I stand. “I now pronounce you husband and wife and family,” the pastor says, looking down at Turner. Lincoln kisses me softly, and we turn to face our friends and family. Lincoln’s mom is sniveling, and his dad is trying to comfort her. Aspen and the rancher are waving and cheering. Riley is sitting there half-sad she’s not getting married, half-happy she was invited. There’re several SEALs including Isaac clapping, and I’m taking mental snapshots of it all. Aria and her boyfriend are at the end of a row, smiling broadly. This is the happiest day of my life. I officially have everything I’ve always wanted and thought I never deserved. I got my big slice of heaven.
The reception is winding down, and the last SEALs have trickled out of my mountain house. We held the ceremony nearby at one of my favorite trailheads. My friends are still here helping clean up, and Lincoln is talking to Vin about something animatedly. I haven’t seen Turner in a while, so I seek him out, peeking my head in his room. He has a hammer in his hand and a long wood nail in his mouth when he turns toward me.
“What are you doing there?”
He takes the nail out. “I was hanging this,” he says, pointing to the adoption certificate on his bed.
“I can help if you want,” I say. It is not a nail that should go in a wall, but that’s of little consequence at the moment. “Or we could bring it home and hang it there.”
“I think I want it here and there. Could we get another copy?” His voice is lispy, but full of strong emotion. I’d never tell him no. Not about this.
“Of course.” I take the hammer and make way too much noise hammering in the huge nail. Or at least, I assume I did because Lincoln comes in and asks if we’re okay. Then he sees what we’re doing.
“Oh,” he says. “Good spot.”
“Maevey is going to get me another one for our other house.”
Lincoln nods, slipping his hands in his pockets. He looks like a cool drink of water, I’ll tell you what. My mouth has watered anytime I looked at him today in anticipation of tonight and what I know is coming. I meet his eyes and he seems to know what I’m asking.
“Do you have any questions about what this means?” Lincoln asks, sitting next to me on the twin bed. “What Maeve adopting you means?”
He shakes his head. “No, it just means she’s my mom.”
I swallow hard. “And you don’t have any
questions about your birth mom?”
Turner seems thoughtful as he stares at the paper and my heart leaps to my throat. “She only had me so she could give me to you. She knew you were best.” I cover my mouth with my hand.
Lincoln chokes up. “You’re exactly right, little man. That’s exactly right.”
Kids get it even when they don’t have anything to go on. Because Turner has always been loved deeply by Lincoln, I don’t think he ever questioned why he didn’t have a mother until one showed up. “I am best,” I say, finally believing it. “Come give me a hug.” Turner hits me at full speed and knocks me back on the bed with his hug. His hands are sticky and warm on my neck and his heart is racing along.
“You must be sleepy from a long day,” Lincoln says as we sit up. “Grandma and Grandpa will be here in the morning when you wake up, okay? Maevey and I will be here before lunch tomorrow to pick you up in the morning for our vacation to the beach.”
“Yes!” he exclaims, making a fist and bringing it down in celebration. “I can’t wait for our honeymoon.” There’s no way we had the heart to leave him behind. Especially when he found out it was the beach… where there were pools.
“Let’s get you tucked in,” I say, as we shift off his bed. Lincoln pulls the covers down and he hops in, grabbing the stuffed animal I gave him from on top of his headboard. I have one more gift for him, and I pull the dog tag from my hoodie pocket and connect it to the collar on the stuffed animal. “I thought this guy needed something to celebrate today with.” It says, ‘Forever and Always, Love Mommy.’ He won’t know what it means until he’s older and I’m ready to tell him the whole story, but that stuffed animal I gave him was the only thing I had my entire life. Autumn Glass gave it to me when I was born and by some miracle it stayed with me throughout all of the years bouncing around the system. It was the only thing I was able to keep. It collected my tears and most nights was my only form of comfort. The animal was the only constant in my life. I talked to it. Told it my secrets. Cried to it when my life seemed too unfair to be real—when I wanted to end it all because the world was better off without me.
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