by Jenika Snow
“Erik.” She said my name softly, and I held in my groan of satisfaction. I loved hearing her say it, not just when she cried it out while I made her come with my hands, mouth … cock, but when she looked up at me with love in her eyes and said it.
“I missed you,” I said in return. I could have kissed her all damn day, could have taken her up against the truck, too. I pulled her in for another hug and glanced up to see a couple guys our age staring at us from the diner window. I grinned, but it wasn’t a pleasant or amused one. I grinned because I was a possessive asshole. I slid my hand down to her ass, cupped the lush mound, and stared them right in the fucking eyes. They glanced away quickly enough.
That’s right, asshole. She’s mine.
Paige started laughing. “Let me guess, someone was looking our way?” She lifted a perfectly arched brow.
I shrugged but smirked. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. “I think they got the message.”
“You think?” she teased. I leaned down and kissed the smile right off her face.
She melted against me, and I was tempted to grind my cock into her soft belly, but I wasn’t a dirty bastard … not all the time at least.
“I got the house.” The wide-eyed surprise she gave me had hints of excitement in it. I dug my hand in my pocket and pulled out the keys they’d given me just earlier today. “Wanna see it?”
She’d already seen the house, had gone to the open house, then to the inspection, and finally for the walk-through before I put the offer in on it. “Maybe we can christen the place.” I was only half-teasing.
“You want to christen every place we visit.”
That was the hard truth. God, just thinking about that now, bending her over the counter, pressing her against the wall as I ate her out, had me on edge.
“Come on,” she said softly, and I saw the way her pupils dilated.
Once we were on the road, it only took ten minutes to get to the house. It was an old cabin that had been renovated and modernized. Once we were through the front door, I had Paige pressed up against the wall, worked her pants and panties off, and pushed those bitches down her thighs. She kicked them away. I cupped the side of her neck, tilted her head to the side, and claimed her mouth. Right now was about pleasing her, about making her get off. I could slide my cock into her hot heat afterward.
First I wanted her to come for me.
I spun her around, lifted her arms, and forced her to rest her palms flat on the wall. I got down on my haunches, forced her legs apart, and gripped the big, soft mounds of her ass. The sound of her harsh breathing was music to my fucking ears. I spread the cheeks of her ass, looking at her tight asshole and her pussy slit. She was wet for me, primed.
“God, I could eat you out for the rest of my life and it still wouldn’t be enough.” I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward, running my tongue through her cleft, and lapping up her wetness. She was sweet, slightly musky, and tasted so damn incredible. I sucked on her clit for a second, but what I really wanted to do was run my tongue over the tight hole between her cheeks, get her off that way. I curled my fingers into her flesh, leaned in close, and ran my tongue along her hole. She gasped, but I didn’t stop. Reaching around and finishing her clit was the easy part. Not getting off myself in the process was the hard part. I was like steel right now, wanting to fuck her badly, but I had to practice self-control.
I probed the hole, rubbing her clit at the same time. Over and over, licking, sucking, rubbing, teasing. She was on the tips of her toes now, her nails making scratching noises on the wall, her breathing erratic.
“Oh. Erik,” she whispered. “I’m … I’m going to come.”
I rubbed her clit faster, added a bit more pressure, and ate her ass out like I was starving for it.
She came for me like fireworks exploding in the sky. Her high-pitched cry was an auditory orgasm, something only I’d ever hear, and something I’d always relish. When she sagged against the wall, I stood, turned her around, and pulled her in. I loved that she rested on my chest, that she let me hold her up. I stroked her hair, not needing anything but having her close.
“It’ll always be you and me, baby.” I felt her nod against my chest. Yeah. It would always be us. Together. Always.
Epilogue
Erik
Three years later
Forever seemed like such a tame word to describe what I wanted with Paige. I stared out into the crowd, my mother sitting in the first pew, Paige’s mother on the other side. The guest list was small, intimate. It was what Paige wanted.
Hell, I would have given her the biggest fucking wedding, or gotten married at the courthouse. This was all about her. It always had been and always would be.
Three years had passed since I came back to town, since my entire life changed for the better. Paige had finished school, got her degree in economics, and had been fortunate enough to find a job in the next town over. We still lived in Blue Springs, had a little house on the outskirts of town, a small patch of property. I kept myself busy enough, making sure she was happy, that she didn’t want for anything. I worked part-time at a garage, wanting to keep busy, even if we didn’t need that extra income. But I had to do something, had to provide for her. Truth was I would have preferred her to stay home while I focused on the bills. But she was independent as fuck, had worked hard on her degree and to get where she was. Who was I to try and stop her from living her dreams?
I would have followed her no matter where she went, no matter how far she’d gone. It will always be about her, until the day I die.
Then the “Wedding March” started playing, my heart seized in my chest, my body going taut, my focus on the double doors open to show me my soon-to-be bride. I felt like I’d waited my entire life for this moment, like time was standing still. The guests rose, turning to stare at the same thing I was, anticipating, awaiting the arrival of Paige.
She rounded the corner, her nerves clear on her face. I wanted to take that from her, to let her know there was nothing to be nervous about. But then again I was right there with her. She started walking toward me, her father on the other side, my eyes locked on the woman I loved more than anything else in this fucking world.
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this, to even be in this situation, but for the rest of my life I’d show to the world that I was worthy of having Paige as mine.
Paige
One month later
My heart was this steady drum in me, like a war song that picked up, became fierce in its tempo and beat. I bounced my leg, a nervous habit I had, my nerves strung tight, my palms sweaty. Everything in me felt like it would combust.
I’d gotten out of work two hours ago, went straight to the drugstore, picked up the pregnancy test, and came home to see what the outcome of the rest of my life would be.
What the rest of our life would be like.
These were the longest two hours of my damn life, waiting for Erik to come home.
It had to have happened on our wedding night.
It wasn’t like we’d used any protection, wasn’t like Erik wanted anything between us. His passion was raw, unhinged … exactly how I wanted it.
But that desire and passion had given us the little life growing inside of me.
I heard a car door shut. My heart jumped to my throat. I couldn’t move, aside from my damn leg that wouldn’t stop moving, that couldn’t stop showing my nervousness. I heard the front door open and ran my hands over my thighs. My stomach felt like a million butterflies were in it, flapping around, taking up residence, and making me feel light-headed.
“Paige, I’m home,” Erik called out, his voice deep, making my entire body light up. Even after all these years just the sound of his voice made me on edge in the best possible way. “Baby?” Erik called out, a little louder this time. He rounded the corner, stopping when he saw me. “Hey.” His brows knitted low. He had his jacket slung over his arm, his car keys in his
hand, and his focus trained right on me. He could tell right away something was up; I could see that realization on his face.
“Hey.” My voice was shaky. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the nerves that made themselves known. I was about to tell him, about to change things. I was about to see whether he thought this would be good or bad. We’d only been married a month, and although I was happy, excited, I never wanted to assume my husband might be as well. He loved me unconditionally. I knew that with every part of my being, but bringing a baby into the picture, whether we had that soul-shattering love or not, didn’t mean he’d be ready.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was sharper, hard even. “What happened?” He had his coat thrown over the back of a chair, his keys shoved in his pocket, and was in front of me only seconds later. “ Paige?” He sounded worried now. I didn’t want that. “Talk to me, because right now I’m really fucking nervous about what the hell is going on.”
I took a steadying breath. “It’s nothing bad.” I hoped it wasn’t for him. We might have talked about having a family in passing, but we’d never really talked about it.
Well, we have to talk about it now.
“Paige, baby, you have to talk to me, because right now my mind is coming up with some pretty fucking bad things on what might be going on.” He knelt in front of me, his gaze so focused on me it took my breath away.
“We’ve never really talked about starting a family, about having babies.” After a second I could see his worry start to fade away, replaced with something akin to shock. He let go of my cheeks, leaned back on the heels of his booted feet, and just stared at me. Yeah, he knows what I’m talking about.
“Paige?” His voice was thick.
I reached beside me, picked up the pregnancy test I’d taken, and showed it to him. “I’m pregnant, Erik.” My throat tightened, my heart raced, and I waited for him to respond, to say something, anything. He reached for the test, and once it was in his hand, between his fingers, he stared down at it for long seconds.
“A baby?” He lifted his head and looked at me, then lowered his gaze to my belly. I could only be a month or so along, but instinctively I placed my hand on my stomach.
I nodded. “A baby,” I whispered.
And he grinned, a big, pleasure-filled smile that had me relaxing, feeling like the world wouldn’t swallow me whole. He was on the couch a second later, with me draped over his lap, and his arms wound around my middle like he thought I’d try and leave. “A baby?” he asked, this time a question hanging between us.
“A baby.” I cupped his cheek, the scruff under my palm tickling my flesh. “I didn’t expect this so soon. We’ve only been married a month—”
He silenced me by slanting his mouth on mine.
We kissed for long seconds, and I wound my arms around his neck, pulling him close, feeling so much relief I felt guilty for thinking he wouldn’t be happy about this.
He placed his hand on my belly, a heavy, comforting reassurance that he was here with me … that he was here for me.
“It doesn’t matter how long we’ve been married, Paige.” He had his hand on the back of my neck, keeping me close. “I am devoted to you. Only you. You’re carrying my baby, a little piece of both of us. I’ve loved you nearly my whole life, and this is all I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re happy?” I asked, the words tumbling out of me like dominos falling.
“Oh, baby.” He rested his forehead on mine. “I’ve been happy since the moment you came into my life. This is the next step for us, the right step. This is what I want.” He pulled back. “Is it what you want?”
I kissed him them, nodding, tears trekking down my cheeks. I was happy, deliriously so. I whispered against his mouth, “The only time I’d be unhappy is if you weren’t in my life.”
He pulled me closer again. “And that’s something you’ll never have to worry about.” He stroked my hair, slowly, caressing, as if I were fragile. “It’s you and me, baby, forever.” He placed a hand back on my belly. “And our son or daughter growing inside of you; that’s what life is about. Love is what this is all about.”
And that’s exactly how I always wanted it to be.
The End
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Felix
Six years old
The first time I saw you I knew you were mine.
When she walked into the room, everything around me disappeared. It felt as if was just the two of us.
She was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, even though her clothes seemed a little too baggy, had stains on them, and holes, too”
Yeah, she was the prettiest girl in the whole world.
I didn’t even know her name because the teacher hadn’t introduced her to the class yet, but I didn’t care.
I knew I wanted to be her friend.
I knew I wanted her to always be near me.
“Class, this is Maggie. She’s come all the way to Ohio from Colorado.” The teacher touched Maggie’s shoulder and smiled at us. “I want you all to make Maggie feel welcome.”
I followed Maggie with my gaze as she went to the other side of the room, and finally sat down behind an empty desk. The other kids ignored her, busy working on their paintings.
Her hair was the color of the sun, in two pigtails. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I didn’t want to. She glanced up at me then, her eyes so big, so blue, they reminded me of the ocean we had just learned about. I hated that she looked sad, that no one was sitting beside her, talking to her.
I had to fix that.
Grabbing my paper and watercolors, I walked over to where she sat. The other kids looked up at me, but I was only focusing on Maggie.
When I sat beside her, I saw her eyes widen even farther.
“Hi,” I said, smiling, hoping she wouldn’t be scared to be here anymore. “I’m Felix.”
She didn’t say anything right away and instead looked down at the art supplies I’d brought with me.
I couldn’t understand what I felt, but I knew I wanted her to be my friend. I wanted us to be best friends.
“Maggie,” she said softly. She looked up then, her blue eyes pretty but still scared.
“Wanna be friends?” I smiled. I hoped she wouldn’t laugh at the missing front tooth I had. I’d just lost it and put it under my pillow for the tooth fairy. I’d gotten a whole dollar for it.
She shrugged and looked down at the table again.
“You can think about it, but I’m really nice, and I won’t let anyone be mean to you.” She looked up again and smiled. It wasn’t a big one, but it was a smile just for me. “Hey, you’re missing a tooth, too.” I pointed to my missing tooth. She stopped smiling, and I felt bad for saying something. “See?” I smiled wider, pointing out the big gap between my teeth. “I lost mine a couple days ago. I got a lot from the tooth fairy.” She didn’t say anything. “How much did you get?”
She shook her head. “The tooth fairy doesn’t come to my house.”
“Why not?”
She didn’t say anything for a long time. “The tooth fairy doesn’t like coming to my house because it’s dirty and my mom and dad fight a lot. She’s never come to my house, not even when my big brother lost teeth.”
I didn’t like that at all.
She glanced at me again, and the way she seemed so scared had something inside of me hurting.
I tried to think of what I could do to make her feel better, and then I looked down at the paper and watercolors in front of me.
I grabbed my brush, dipped it in the cup of water the teacher had put on the table, and picked the color I wanted. I knew she watched me. I could feel her eyes on me, and I liked that.
When I was finished, I stared at my picture before handing it to her. Maggie reached out and took it, and for long seconds just stared at it.
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“This is for me?” she asked.
I nodded, feeling proud of myself. What I did know was I was keeping Maggie as mine.
Maggie
He’d drawn a pink heart on the paper. Although it was a little crooked, it was perfect.
He’d made it. Just for me.
I’d never had anyone do anything nice like this for me.
What he wouldn’t know was how much a heart on the paper meant to me.
“You and I will be the best of friends,” Felix said.
I wanted to be his friend, but I didn’t fit in here. My clothes were old, used, and I didn’t have nice things like the other girls in the class. Even Felix looked nice, with clothes that didn’t have stains on them, or shoes with holes in the side.
“Why would you want to be my friend?” I asked.
He looked at me funny then. “Why wouldn’t I want to be your friend?”
I shrugged. “No one ever wants to be my friend.” Back at my old school I was called mean things: dirty, poor, ugly. And then Felix reached out and placed his hand over mine. I looked up and stared into his green eyes. They reminded me of grass in the summer.
“I’m gonna be your best friend, Maggie.”
I liked how he said my name.
“I’m never letting you go.”
And for some reason I really believed him.
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“Please make it to town, you bitch of a car.” I was pissed but prayed I made it at least to town before this piece-of-shit vehicle broke down on me.