by Vanna King
“I want to have the same sunset you had with Mom, Dad. I want to have it with the man I love with all my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with him holding my hand, and I want to tell him everyday that he’s my soulmate. You found Mom when you were in high school. I found out I was in love with Ry at pretty much the same age. But does it matter what age we find our soulmates? What matters most is we found them, and we have the chance to love them and be loved back by them in return. I want my own sunset, Dad. Please, understand. What I have with Ry is not a passing fancy. It’s what you had with Mom. I deserve my sunset, Dad.”
My father remains silent. I glance at him and he’s staring hard at the sunset now, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
My chest clenches. I’m making him remember Mom and it hurts me to see him cry again.
“I’m sorry, Dad. I know you miss her so much. I miss her so much, too, but she’s gone and we have to move on with our lives. But you can’t ask me to do the same with Ry. Ry is still alive. He loves me and I love him and we deserve to be together. I want a life with him.”
Dad sighs deeply.
I take his hand and squeeze it.
“I’ll always be here for you, Dad, no matter what. I’ll always be your daughter. I’ll never leave you.”
I feel him squeeze my hand back, but he says nothing.
I spend a few minutes with him until the sun has fully sunk, leaving just a shimmer of orange in the horizon. Then I leave him to his solitude, praying it wouldn’t be such anymore, if only he will give himself a chance to live again.
RYLAND
I grip the steering wheel hard as my truck eats up the interstate. I’m going to Phoenix to get my girl.
I hope Jerry won’t kill me for it. I still hope he still loves me enough as a brother even though I betrayed him in the most unforgivable way.
I wrote him a letter a day after he took Rizzy with him. I’m sure Jerry has read it by now. I poured my heart out into that letter. Brother to brother. Man to man.
I made him remember where our friendship started and why it is important to me that I have his wholehearted acceptance of my relationship with his daughter, because without it, I don’t think Rizzy and I would be truly happy.
I lost my way during my teens. My parents were divorced, hated each other. I was displaced one too many times as my mother who got custody of me married thrice and ended up divorced every time. My father couldn’t care less about me. I felt alone and lonely, mostly left to my own devices. Too much freedom and lack of parental guidance led me to drugs.
I went into the deep end. I stole from my friends, from my family. I robbed houses with a notorious gang from the ghetto. I was a cancer of society, and at that time, fast descending into the pits. I was taking too much drugs it was a wonder I survived.
My body finally gave up one night. I collapsed in the middle of a burglary attempt.
That was when I met Jerry. It was his house I was going to rob while high as a kite.
I was seventeen. The law could have prosecuted me when I turned 18, but Jerry didn’t press charges. Instead, he supported me, a total stranger, when I went to rehab.
That was a miracle, the single most significant event in my life. The turning point.
I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve that second chance.
I found a friend. A best friend.
It was Jerry who turned my life around. He gave me a new purpose.
Jerry cared. He genuinely did.
After rehab, he took me into his life without question, introduced me to his lovely wife and beautiful daughter. Rizzy was only a toddler when I became a member of their family.
I’d asked Jerry why he did it. Why he helped save me.
He said that I was his contribution to society. A life saved from the abyss of depression. A new productive life who’d have the chance to save others, too. Most important of all, Jerry told me I gave his life more meaning and purpose.
Jerry taught me a lot about life. He’s my ultimate hero.
That seems a long time ago but there’s not a day that I don’t thank God for Jerry. Without him, I probably wouldn’t be alive today. But I have to make him understand that I will die everyday if I can’t have Rizzy.
I sigh and glance at the digital clock on the dashboard.
Three more hours.
Chapter Twelve
RYLAND
The moment I jump out of my truck, Jerry steps out of his house, a 45 tucked in his belt.
I inhale deeply. This is the true test of our friendship.
I stop a few meters away from the steps leading up to the front porch of his house. Jerry remains standing on the porch, looking down at me with a stoic expression on his face.
At least he hasn’t started shooting at me yet. Running for cover is the last thing I need after driving almost non-stop for close to six hours.
I waste no words. “I ask your forgiveness again. I betrayed your trust. There is no excuse for that, Jerry.”
He stares at me.
“But I’ll ask your forgiveness too when I say I don’t regret loving her. I love her, Jerry. She’s it for me. The one.”
He remains silent.
“I sent you a letter. I hope you’ve read it. I’ve told you everything I needed to tell you there. I’m here for her. Kill me if you must. If that’s what it takes to make you see, then so be it. You’re her father. That’s your right. But she’s the love of my life, and this is my right.”
The wind blows gently, making a soft whistling sound. My heart is pounding in my chest, preparing for the worst, but praying Jerry proves to be my true brother now more than ever.
He doesn’t disappoint.
As always.
“You will marry her.”
I almost drop on my knees in relief. Tears burn at the back of my eyes.
“I would have already but you took her before I could,” I say, my voice cracking from the surge of my emotion.
He goes silent again.
“I will take good care of her, Jerry. You know I’ll protect her with my own life.”
“College.”
I nod. “She will finish a degree of her choice, I swear. I’ll support her all the way. I only want to make her happy.”
He steps down and walks slowly toward me until only two feet separate us.
He looks me squarely in the eye.
“Promise me one thing, Ry. Swear it on Bethany.”
“Anything.”
“You will not touch her again until you’ve made an honest woman out of my daughter.”
I swallow. Almost two weeks without Rizzy have been pure hell. But this is an honor demanded by a father. An honor I must give. I nod. “I swear.”
“Don’t show your mug to me again until you’ve married her.”
“I’ll marry her today.”
He stares at me harder before turning around without a word. He enters the house again.
A few seconds later, Rizzy comes out, racing down the steps and jumping into my arms.
I hug her tight, my entire being starving for her. I breathe her fragrance deep into my lungs as though it’s sustenance denied me for so long. God, I’ve missed her. “Baby…”
“Ry, I missed you so much.”
I frame her face in my hands, wanting to devour her pink lips, but I kiss her forehead instead. I know Jerry is watching, waiting for me to honor my word.
“Go get your important IDs baby.”
“Why?”
I bend on one knee in front of her and fish out something from my jeans’ back pocket.
I flip the small box open.
She gasps, her beautiful eyes going wide.
“Larizza Parker, you’re the love of my life. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife?”
She just stares at me, tears pooling in her eyes.
“I’m waiting, Kitkat.”
“It’s the first time you’ve said it.”
I wish now that I’ve said it sooner and often. I
believe I’ve shown her how much I love her through my actions, but I haven’t realized how much my words mean to her.
And so I say it again. “I love you, Kitkat. Make me the happiest man. Marry me.”
“Oh Ry, yes. Yes!”
“Give me you hand.”
She gives me her left hand. I slip the diamond ring onto her fourth finger.
She makes a mewing sound of happiness.
I badly want to hear those sounds when she’s about to come.
But word of honor first.
“I promise we’ll have another wedding, baby. The one you’ll plan and will be attended by our loved ones. Your father will give you away to me at the altar, but I just can’t let this day pass without making you mine in every sense.”
“Oh Ry, it’s all right. I’ll marry you any way I can.”
I’m relieved she wants this as much as I do. I hold her hand and we enter the courthouse.
Thank God there’s no waiting period to get married in this county. We fill out the forms and file them. We wait for almost an hour and we have it. We go straight to the judge.
In under two hours, we are husband and wife.
We drive away from the courthouse.
At this point, my cock is fully demanding for attention.
I choose the nearest 5-star hotel within the city. Nothing but the best for my baby. Still, driving 6 miles going there is a torture. I’ve been driving since dawn today and I can’t wait to get off my truck and get off in her.
I curse under my breath when we stop at a traffic light. Busy day in downtown Phoenix. Seconds tick by as my pent-up longing threatens to overwhelm me. “Have you been thinking of me?” I ask my new wife.
“Yes.”
“How often?”
“A lot. Every day. Every hour.”
“How did you feel while thinking of me?”
“Hot…and…”
“Wet?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet now, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
She glances at me. “Now?”
“Yes. Touch your pussy and show me how wet you are for me.”
She only hesitates a few seconds before she raises the hem of her skirt and pushes her hand inside her panties.
“Let me taste. I’ve missed your cream.”
“ Ry…”
“Let me taste,” I command her.
She pulls out her hand from inside her panties and puts it near my lips. I see her digits glistening with her juices. The scent of her arousal invades my nostrils, sending my libido into madness. I grip the steering wheel tighter.
I lick her fingers, sucking on them. My cock is busting a hole in my fly now. It’s been almost two weeks since I last touched her and it was pure torture. I didn’t understand the meaning of blue balls until I’d experienced it myself. I didn’t want to jack off but wasn’t able to contain my agony and succumbed to it twice. But no more. I wasn’t wasting my cum on the sheets or on Kleenex anymore. My cum had no other place but deep inside her tight pussy.
“Fuck, you smell so good, baby. You taste so good. I’m gonna eat your pussy soon. Would you like that?” I tease her with my words, knowing it gets her wetter.
“Y-yes…” she breathes out, her voice shaking.
The light turns green and I struggle to navigate my truck without crashing into something in my impatience to get us to the damn hotel.
She touches my thigh.
I tense. “I’m barely holding it in, baby. Touch me more and I’ll come in my pants. I don’t want that. I want to come inside you.“ I say, my eyes fixed on the road.
She makes a deep intake of breath. “I feel the same.”
We don’t talk anymore as I drive. Hell, talking makes me ache all the more. I’m one big hard on from head to toe.
At last, for seems like an eternity we reach the hotel. The bellboy drives away with my truck. We rush to the reception.
“Bridal suite,” I say to the lady there.
She smiles at us. “Congratulations, it’s vacant today. How many nights?”
“I glance at Rizzy. She shrugs. “We’ll have two and decide later if we want to stay longer.”
“Excellent.”
We wait for the lady to finish typing in her damn computer. I’m squeezing Rizzy’s hand in impatience.
Finally she hands us the card keys. “Free breakfast and a special dinner tonight on the house.”
A minute later we are in the elevator zooming up to the top floor.
I finally lose the battle with my cravings and grab my new wife. “Come here, baby.”
I kiss her lips like I’ve been wanting to kiss her since I got here. She opens up for me, welcoming my questing tongue. Her taste explodes in my mouth and I groan, my hunger for her almost overwhelming.
I hug her tight, burying my face in her neck, sighing deeply, grateful that I can have her again. My heart is kicking at my rib cage, in sync with the furious throbbing of my cock.
I push my erection against her. She grinds her belly back at me. I’m about to have a fucking honeymoon in the fucking elevator.
Thankfully it dings on our floor.
I lift her in my arms and carry her to our suite.
Chapter Thirteen
RYLAND
I just can’t wait any longer. I’ll savor every inch of her later but right now, fuck I gotta be inside her.
I push her on her back on the bed and kick my shoes off. I flip her long skirt up and drag her panties down her legs impatiently. The sight of the milky skin of her upper legs leading to her mound makes me drip. Christ, I want her pussy. Her tight, tight pussy.
I open her legs wide.
“Oh baby,” I growl low in my throat, practically salivating.
Her pussy is so fucking pretty, her lips bare, smooth and fat, shiny with her cream.
I tear at my fly and dip my head at the same time, wanting a little of her taste before I sink my monster into her. I missed her juice, was all I could think of the past weeks, aside from her tightness gloving my cock.
Her taste drives me berserk with lust.
My cock is now free and I kick my pants down my legs so I could move better. I crouch above her, holding my length and rubbing the underside on her super wet slit.
She’s moaning, lifting her hips to rub herself harder on my cock, her hole a dripping entrance to paradise. It’s a sight to behold.
“I missed your pussy, baby. Did you miss my cock?”
“Yes, oh Ry, yes!”
I rub her clit harder with my cock head, her juices and mine mingling, creating a hypnotic liquid friction that heightens the carnal tension within the suite.
Her fingers dig painfully into my arms. “Ry, please!”
“Yes, baby doll. Here…”
I open her pussy lips with my fingers wider to aid the huge tip of my cock into her small hole.
I push in.
Just as I expected, she’d fucking closed up since the last time.
“Baby, you’re so tight again.”
“I’m okay! I want you. Put it in now!”
I make a harsh sound deep in my throat, loving her feistiness. My baby is a tigress in the sack.
I slip a finger inside her and she immediately clamps up around it like a vise. I slip in another and she takes it with barely a flinch. I fuck her with my fingers slowly, loosening her up a bit. “You okay, baby?”
“Ohhh yes, oh Ry, but it’s not enough. I want your cock.”
“Yeah? You want my cock to stretch your tight pussy, baby doll?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” She slaps my chest. “Do it already!”
I gurgling laugh escapes my throat. Guiding my cock to her entrance again, I push in harder, thanking the powers up there who gave me this woman as a mate. As I feel her juiced-up little box embrace me like hot, wet velvet, my brain liquefies.
I slam hard into her, burying my dick all the way to my balls, giving her every inch of me. All of me.
I grunt harshly at the sharp pleasure, electrified from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I go weak in all parts except where I’m buried deep inside her. There, I’m pulsing with life, mighty and invincible.
I grip the back of her knees and push her legs the widest as I begin slamming like a jackhammer in and out of her. It’s been so fucking long! My thrusts are fast and furious, my pent-up longing and craving funneling into that tornado of lust twisting and churning in my core.
I stare at her face, her beautiful face awash with the pleasure I’m giving her. She’s chewing on her bottom lip, her face agonized and yet I know she’s loving it, loving my huge cock savaging her sweet little pussy.
Within seconds, I have her sobbing in delirious pleasure, calling my name, her fingers clawing at my ass cheeks as she urges me to go harder still.
My balls tighten painfully and I know I’m about to blow. I push her legs higher on her chest until her ass is in the air. I adjust the angle of my thrusts so that I’m directly hitting her sweet spot. I dip my head and bite her nipples through her dress. Shit, I haven’t even undressed her totally, but it doesn’t matter. Her pussy around my cock is already heaven. I drill her with all my might, the force of my thrusts rocking the bed.
“Ry, Ry, Ry!”
I lift my head to look at her face again, never slowing down my thrusts. I love watching her when she comes. Her face is scrunched up in agonized pleasure now, her eyes rolling to white.
That does me in.
My vision blurs. A beat before I’m swept away, her pussy clamps around my cock in strong spasms that wrench my orgasm from the depths of my soul.
I cry out helplessly as my cum shoots out of me, my body quaking with every explosion. It seems to go on forever as her own orgasm milks me with every drop of the most incredible bliss that only she can give me.
It’s the most glorious feeling. Our joining. In body and soul.
We are one.
As always.
Forever.
Epilogue
RIZZY