“This is beautiful, Billy. I’m speechless. I can’t believe you did this for me. I’m so happy,” she whispered softly, her words catching in her throat.
Billy inhaled deeply, thrilled with her response.
“You deserve it, Angel. I want you to be happy,” he said pulling her into his arms.
She laid her head against his shoulder, her tears spilling freely.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” she said through tears of joy.
“Let’s go see it,” he said, taking her hand and leading her carefully down the embankment, protecting her from slipping.
Once at the bottom, he guided her to the gazebo and helped her up the wooden steps, the fresh smell of California redwood teasing their senses. He was proud of his workmanship and was excited to show it off to her, but he especially wanted her to see the plaque he made up.
Mary & Dan White ~ February 14, 1985 ~ for eternity.
“True love stories never have endings.”
Richard Bach
Billy embraced Alice from behind as she read the words he had chosen. He could hear her sniffling, her chest rising and falling with emotion, and gently kissed the top of her head, allowing her the time to take it all in.
Finally, he released her, and took a step back, reaching into the pocket of his jeans. He knelt on one knee, and waited for her to spin around, holding the velvet ring box in front of him. She turned around, missing the warmth of his body behind her.
“Alice, I love you. I have spent the past three months carrying this ring in my pocket, knowing that there was no other woman in the world that I wanted to spend eternity with, but I knew I had to do more than tell you. I had to prove it to you in a thousand different ways, with my words, my hands, and my heart so that you would know completely the man who adores you,” Billy confessed, his words heavy with emotion. “I knew I also had to open myself up to you, trust you unreservedly, and love you unconditionally, no matter how scared it made me, because you deserve nothing less. God knows I’m flawed, Alice, but I’ll never stop trying to be the man you deserve and I’ll love you every minute of every day, for the rest of my life. You and Amy both. Will you marry me?” he asked, taking her shaking hand into his own.
He held his breath, hoping that he had done enough to win back her trust, that she loved him and wanted him as much as he loved her. He hoped he didn’t spook her. Was it too soon?
Alice dropped to her knees in front of him, cradling his face tenderly in her hands, and kissed him with more desire than he even could have hoped for. He pulled her in close and kissed her back, matching her passion. His own tears welled up in his eyes, and he chuckled despite himself, joy spreading through every inch of his being. Alice pulled away and looked at him, nodding her head slowly.
“Yes. Yes. I love you, Billy. Every flawed, blessed cell in your body. You are the only man for me and I’ll never let a day go by without reminding you of that,” she gushed, allowing him to slip the ring on her finger.
He kissed her again, sealing the deal.
“Let’s get married in the spring, right here. We will be the first ones to wed under this gazebo. What do you think?” he asked hopefully.
Alice smiled shyly at him, and shook her head no. Billy cocked his head, unable to hide his frown. Would she want a long engagement? Had he not done enough to prove his love?
“Maybe we should wait until summer,” she suggested slyly. “I want to fit into a proper wedding dress...”
Billy considered her words, not really following her meaning. Alice giggled at him.
“I have a surprise too, Billy. A little something I have been assembling for you.” she teased. “I know you have been teasing me lately about loving my juicy curves, but I am afraid they are only temporary. I’m pregnant,” she whispered, her eyes glowing with love.
“What? How? When? Are you sure?” he sputtered, searching for the right words.
“Yes, I’m sure. Been baking this little monkey for five months now. You are going to be a Daddy,” she gushed, caressing her belly playfully.
Billy reached down and placed his hand on top of hers.
“But we were always careful,” he observed cautiously, mentally doing the math.
Alice raised her eyebrows at him and grinned, waiting for him to get there.
“Oh,” he remembered with a smirk. “Except that one time we weren’t. In the hayloft.”
Alice nodded, unable to contain her giggles.
“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you known?”
“I found out about a week after you came back. I was waiting for the right time to tell you,” she admitted, hoping she didn’t upset him.
“Well I guess the timing couldn’t have been better than this!” he said, sweeping her into his arms.
He was going to be a daddy! First to Amy, the daughter who already loved him, and then to this child blessed to him and his lovely cowgirl. Nothing in the world could have prepared him for this moment, or the extreme joy and peace in his heart.
“Merry Christmas, my love,” Alice whispered.
“Merry Christmas, Alice. Now, for God’s sake, let me make love to you.”
* * *
“Here?” Alice said shyly, looking around at the beautiful gazebo, the cool ocean breeze gently wafting over them.
“I couldn’t wait another second if my life depended on it,” Billy said.
He got down onto his knees in front of her and gently kissed her tummy.
“I can’t believe you’re giving me a child,” he whispered, more to himself than to her. “Thank you for forgiving me.”
“I do, Billy. I really do.”
He got up and swept her into his arms, then brought her to the far side of the gazebo, where he gently set her down.
He looked down at her with so much love he thought his heart was going to explode.
“Are you just going to look at me, or are you going to do something?” she teased.
He stripped slowly in front of her. As he did so, she did the same, throwing her clothes across the gazebo.
He laid out his clothes on the ground, making her a little bed. As she lay onto it, he leapt on top of her and began tickling her, making her squirm and wriggle in his arms.
When he stopped tickling her they caught their breath and he looked into her eyes.
“I love you so fucking much,” he said.
She kissed him in a passionate embrace, pressing her lips tightly against his. As their tongues danced, he reached down to her belly and caressed it with his hand. Then he leaned down and kissed her breasts, then her pregnant belly again.
His hand slid over her thighs and found the warmth between her legs, spreading them open. She submitted willingly.
His kiss moved to her neck and back over her voluptuous breasts, pausing at each nipple to lick and suck. She arched her back in pleasure, eager for what she knew was coming.
His mouth continued its journey down over her navel, all the way to the lips of her pussy. He stopped for a second when he reached her pussy, thinking about the child she was carrying for him, his child, then he started making out with the lips of her pussy, kissing her passionately, sliding his tongue deep inside her.
He continued until her breathing sped up and he felt her convulse in the pleasure of orgasm.
“Oh Billy,” she moaned.
“Now you’re mine,” he said. “Mine at last. Mine forever.”
She cried out and squirmed in ecstasy as his tongue continued to work it’s magic inside her pussy.
“This is quite a Christmas present,” she moaned breathlessly, still in the throes of orgasm.
“You’re the gift,” Billy said. “You and the family we’re building together.”
“I love you,” she sighed, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure of her orgasm.
“You’re my soulmate,” Billy said.
She nodded, and he rose up above her and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up to his shoulders as he brought the
tip of his erect cock to the tender lips of her pussy.
She was already soaking wet and he slid into her easily, sliding all the way to the hilt. When he was deep within her, he began to thrust, back and forth, making love to her in a way that made them both realize they’d crossed some invisible line. Things would never be the same for either of them again. The whole world was being created anew for them, and this was the beginning of what was going to be the rest of their lives.
He was gentle at first, then more frantic. With each thrust, his pleasure grew and grew, and she moaned in pleasure as she felt his cock grow in anticipation of his orgasm. She was thrilled by the thought that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
He looked into her eyes and she wrapped her ankles around the back of his neck. He thrust deep into her, into the very core of her body, and felt the surge of orgasm rush through him like a drug. He thrust hard, driving his shaft into her, and she cried out. His cum poured into her in powerful surges, flowing freely into the deepest parts of her body. He felt himself cumming, so deep inside her that there would be no undoing it. He orgasmed, again and again, and each new burst of cum made her cry out in pleasure.
“I’m yours,” he moaned as he collapsed in pleasure, his skin covered in sweat.
“That’s right,” Alice whispered. “You’re mine.”
They lay in each other’s arms until she fell asleep. Billy pulled his clothes over her to protect her from the night air. He let the soft sound of her breathing lull him into a calmness and happiness he’d never known was possible.
This was it.
This was his heaven.
The night air, the ocean breeze, and it was Christmas too. The time God had created to remind every man that life was a gift to be cherished, and that finding a woman to love was the best part of that gift.
This was the life God had made for him, and he’d spent his entire life trying to find it.
“Thank you, God,” he whispered.
Alice cozied up not him, nuzzling under his chin, and even though his cum was still warm inside her, he felt his cock throb with desire.
He’d love her forever. He knew that. And he’d give his life for her.
She was his cowgirl, and that’s really all a good cowboy needed in this world.
Epilogue
Alice gave her new husband a kiss, to the cheering of her friends and loved ones. She held her bouquet up in victory, waving at her daughter. Her husband, grabbed her around the waist, playfully dipping her so he could plant another kiss on her gorgeous smiling lips. He swept her off her feet and carried her down to the beach so she could greet everyone properly.
“Congratulations, both of you!” Lisa gushed, rushing in for a kiss.
She handed the baby to Billy so she could hug Alice properly. The baby was dressed in a tiny blue tuxedo. He looked like a precious little cherub.
“Do you want me to take him?” Alice asked Billy, holding out her arms.
Billy grinned and tucked the baby under his arm, holding him like a football.
“I got him. He wants to be with his daddy, don’t you, Brandon?” he chirped, in a way people reserve for babies.
Alice giggled and gave them each a little kiss. Amy came skipping over, a darling smile on her face, her tiara slipping off her head. She had insisted on looking like a princess that day.
“Daddy, does the dancing start soon?” she asked reaching up for his hand.
Billy smiled at her, straightening her crown.
“Soon, sweetheart. First Mommy and Daddy are going to take pictures with you and the twins, and then we’ll go to the arena for the party. Okay?” he said patiently.
Sam Ferguson and his wife were next to greet them, bringing baby Danny with them. Alice scooped up her second little boy and kissed him softly on the forehead, inhaling his sweet scent, her heart swelling with pride.
Billy gave her another smooch and smiled at her, pure joy chiseled on his face. She couldn’t believe how blessed she was. He was such a generous and loving man.
Her whole life she thought fate was keeping her from happiness but it was actually steering her toward it. She sent a silent prayer to her parents, thanking them for watching over her, and bringing her soul mate to her.
“Okay, you gorgeous brood,” their photographer chimed, “cuddle together on the gazebo so I can take some pictures.”
Billy took her by the hand and lead his happy little family up the steps.
Fire & Ice
CHANCE CARTER
CHAPTER 1
NORA
Nora tried to keep her expression neutral, not wanting to appear shocked by the outrageous exploits that her patient was determined to describe, apparently in even more detail.
“Both men were completely focused on me, but in very different ways. The whole experience was mind-blowing. I must have orgasmed a hundred fucking times. Between the two of them, not an inch of my body was left unexplored. They touched me, kissed me, bit, nibbled, and caressed me from top to bottom. They filled every hole. I was covered in their sweat, saliva and cum,” Sue whispered provocatively, trying to test Nora’s comfort level, as she carefully gauged her reaction.
“It was fucking hot! Definitely a fantasy come true, but I know what you are going to say, Dr. Dupree. You think that sex for me is some sort of compulsion, that I need my partners to somehow validate me, right? That I’m compensating for something.”
Nora’s patient leaned forward and brushed her long blond bangs aside, grinning broadly and waiting for her response. Unfazed, Nora leaned forward slightly, and tilted her head.
“Why do you think that I’m going to say that, Sue?” Nora questioned gently.
“Because women like you always think that women like me must have some sort of clinical issue. It helps people to make sense of me somehow. Like, I must have some sort of deviant social disorder, right? Just because I like to fuck a lot?” Sue goaded, her tone playful, yet defensive.
Nora sat back and smiled warmly.
“I can’t speak for other women, but at the moment I’m just listening and processing. I’m not here to judge you, Sue. I am here because you asked me to help you figure it all out.”
Sue regarded Nora carefully.
“So you think it’s okay then? The fact that I like sex?” Sue challenged.
This was only their second appointment together and Nora was still getting to know her patient. Sue had come to Nora out of concern that her preoccupation with sex was interfering with her life. She was also consistently engaging in dangerous behaviors that could compromise her health and well-being. In spite of reaching out for help, it wasn’t uncommon for people to push back, especially when addiction was part of the equation.
“Sex is very enjoyable by design. We’re supposed to like it,” Nora offered evenly, “In fa—“
“So why does everyone think I have a problem then?” Sue spat, interrupting Nora, and throwing her arms up for emphasis.
“Do people think you have a problem?” Nora asked, lowering her voice slightly—a technique she frequently used when her patients became agitated.
“No shit, Sherlock! I get judged all the time. My friends and family won’t even speak to me anymore. It’s fucking bullshit, and none of their damn business anyway!”
Sue’s frustration was obvious.
“Why do you think your friends and family no longer speak to you?” Nora pressed cautiously.
“Let’s see. Because they’re losers and fucking jealous? They have boring, bland, monogamous sex lives and their lazy-ass partners don’t make any effort for them or even care if they cum or not? They hate that they settled? That they’re no longer desired? How the fuck should I know?” Sue snorted, rolling her eyes.
“Is that true?” Nora urged, “Are they jealous?”
“What else could it be?” Sue stammered, throwing herself back in the chair.
“Well, what else could it be, do you think?” Nora pushed gently, taking a sip of her tea.
; Sue looked at her blankly, offering no response, some of her bravado fading. Nora waited patiently.
“I’m not sure,” Sue finally replied, after a long pause.
“Have you ever asked them?” Nora queried, gently guiding her patient down a healing path.
“Specifically?”
“Um-hm,” Nora nodded. Sue inhaled thoughtfully, shaking her head.
“Do you want to know?” Nora asked, smiling softly.
Sue responded with a dismissive shrug.
“Hear me out here. What if the reasons you suggested aren’t really the reasons at all? What if it is something different, like they are worried about you? Maybe their value system is different than yours and they aren’t sure how to process it? Maybe they’re uncomfortable with your choices and don’t know how to tell you? Ultimately, these are just assumptions, just like yours. Neither right nor wrong, just assumptions.”
Nora paused for effect, waiting for a signal from Sue, who slowly inclined her head.
“Does it bother you that the people in your circle have distanced themselves?” Nora asked gently.
Sue nodded, but said nothing.
“Is there anything else in your life that has changed that could be a direct result of your choices?” Nora continued.
Sue grinned mischievously.
“You mean aside from the mind blowing sex?”
“Yes. Aside from that… are there things you regret or feel are a loss?” Nora clarified, smiling, but unwilling to let Sue joke her way out of it.
“I lost my boyfriend of six years. He was good to me and I— I cheated on him, several times. I knew the whole time it was a horrible thing to do to him. At the time I had all kinds of ways to justify it, but I really do regret hurting him,” Sue admitted, offering Nora a glimpse of her vulnerability.
Nora nodded slowly, urging her to continue. Sue sighed deeply then offered a slight smile, as she finally put down her guard. This was the cue Nora had been waiting for.
* * *
Nora sat in the L.A. traffic, waiting to make her way home to Pasadena through the usual gridlock. She put her car in park, knowing from past experience that realistically, it could be several minutes before the traffic started moving again. Not one to be impatient, she decided to make the best of it and leaned back, settling comfortably in the leather seat. She inhaled deeply, her mind drifting back over her day. Nora reflected on her time spent with Sue. Specifically recalling the description of the threesome she’d participated in. The girl had been so expressive and detailed, and while Nora had been able to keep it in a professional context at the time, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the story.
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