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by Frankie Love


  "I want to see you," he tells me urgently, and he kisses me again as he begins to drive himself into me. I grab hold of the seat behind him, letting him move up into me hard and fast as our tongues meet frantically once again. I am moaning against his mouth, needing this, needing more, hungry for him – he is spreading me wide with every thrust and the pressure of his cock filling me is already starting to push me to places that I didn’t even know I needed to go.

  He grips my ass with one hand and moves the other between my legs so that he can play with my clit as he fucks me deep. The pleasure, the way the sensations mix inside of me, sends me into overdrive, and I can’t help but let out a long groan of pleasure as I begin to ride him properly. It feels as though I can’t have enough of him, as though I could gorge myself on every inch of him and still come up needing more.

  But for now – for now, this will do. He is here, he is back, and he wants me just the same as he always did. And I am going to take every moment of this and hold as tight to it as I possibly can.

  It doesn’t take long before I feel myself starting to clench around him, the muscles on the inside of my thighs beginning to twitch as I feel myself arching towards a release. I need this. I need this – I have needed this for so long it feels as though it has been coming for a whole decade, since the last time he had his hands on me, since the last time he touched me like this, as though I am his to take.

  His hand on the small of my back, he guides me up and down, lets me ride him and use him the way I need to right now, and soon, my whole body is consumed with the flush of desire, the rush of need that explodes over me and–

  "Fuck!" I cry out as I feel my pussy tense around his cock, the pulsing waves of pleasure arching out and through me to take over my entire body. Everything else falls away for a moment, and if it wasn’t for the feeling of his hands on me, I doubt that I would have been able to hang onto this earth at all.

  A few moments later, I feel him fill me with his warmth, his seed rushing through me. I am never going to be able to let him go again, not after this. Not after knowing how good it feels to be with him again.

  He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me, and I lean my head down against his shoulder and listen to the ragged sound of his breath as the two of us return to reality together. I plant a kiss on his neck, still not quite able to believe that he is here, that he is mine again, after everything that we have been through. After everything that I thought I lost, he is here once more, and I can’t think of anything more perfect than that.

  He pulls away from me, looks me in the eye, cups my face in his hands for a moment. His expression right now is serious, and I can tell that there is so much that he wants to say to me.

  And there is so much that I want to say to him, too. But right now, I just want to kiss him one more time. And so, I do just that. Reminding myself that, this time, we have all the time in the world to say everything that we need to. He isn’t going anywhere. And I am going to make the very most of having him back right where he belongs once more.

  10

  Baxter

  When I wake in a hotel room, it takes me a moment to remember where I am.

  What happened last night? The memories are a little fractured, the intensity of the emotion enough to make it hard to piece everything together. But then, I hear her let out a little snuffle in the bed next to me, and I glance over to see her sleeping beside me – and I remember.

  I came back to Sweetheart, came back to her. I still can’t quite believe that all of this is real, and if it wasn’t for the sight her – sprawled naked across the bed beside me, her hair spread across the pillow like a morning sunrise – I might not be able to believe it.

  But there she is. Looking as perfect as she ever did. She has changed in the years since we first knew each other, and I can’t wait to find out all the ways that she has – but for now, I just want to enjoy this, the first morning of the rest of our lives together.

  After we hooked up in my car last night, we had driven out of Sweetheart to get a hotel, and we spent the night here together, fooling around and laughing and talking and wondering if this could actually be real. I know that she is as stunned as I am that all of this is happening, but neither of us are going to pass up the chance to enjoy it. Not now, not when everything feels so right.

  I climb out of bed as quietly as I can, and go over to the bag that I pulled out of the car last night once we had checked into our room. There is just one more thing for me to do. And I am not going to back out now that I have come this far.

  I root through the bag for a moment, looking over my shoulder to make sure that I am not disturbing her slumber, until my hand closes around a small velvet box that I stashed there before I came out to Sweetheart.

  It had been a last-minute call, to pick out an engagement ring, but now that I am holding it in my hand, I know that I have to give it to her. I wasn’t kidding when I told her last night that I wanted to marry her. I know that it must seem crazy to pretty much everyone else, but I am done worrying what they have to say about it.

  I want to be with her, and that is all that matters.

  That is all that has ever mattered to me.

  After everything that I have been through, I know better than to rely on there being another time, another chance to say what needs to be said. Sometimes, you just have to take the dive, be willing to throw yourself into something that you know that you want.

  And besides, when I look at this ring, at the way the diamond shimmers in the soft light of the morning pouring through the window, I know that I am not going to be happy until it rests on her finger, once and for all. She is mine. I am hers. And that is what this ring symbolizes, more than anything else. Our connection, our love for each other. And the fact that it has survived all these years, even apart.

  I don’t want to wake her too soon. I know that we have a lot to talk about, but I am in no rush to get there. If she is really willing to do this – if she is really willing to give me the time that I need to explain myself, to assure her that I have nothing to do with the world that I left behind – then I don’t want to pull her out of her peaceful slumber.

  I can’t help but wonder about everything that she has been through since the last time we laid eyes on each other. I know that she has lost her parents, and it aches in my heart to know that I wasn’t able to be there for her in that painful time. I know all too well how it feels to lose the people that are supposed to be there for you for the rest of your life, and I hate that she has had to understand it, too.

  But, like me, it has given her an urgency in life that she may not have had otherwise.

  We have wasted enough time apart from each other as it is, and I am not willing to let another second tick by without making sure that she stays by my side. All those adventures that we promised each other when we first fell in love – there is still more than enough time to live those out. And I don’t want to share them with anyone other than Bailey.

  Slowly, her eyes flicker open, and she furrows her brow as she peels herself up from the pillow – and then, as soon as she sees me, she smiles.

  "So that really did all happen last night, it wasn’t all a dream?" she asks. Her voice is a little throaty from sleep, her face creased from the pillow, but she still looks so gorgeous to me that I can’t take my eyes off of her.

  "I guess it did," I agree, and I come to sit on the bed with her. The box is in my hand, and I know that it’s only going to be a matter of moments until the ring is on her finger. Maybe I am getting a little ahead of myself, but I am sure that she is going to accept. I know that last night’s comment about getting married wasn’t a fleeting fancy. It was the beginning of our forever – but it is time to make it official. After everything that we have been through, there is no way that she’s going to pass up this chance.

  "I have something that I need to ask you," I tell her, and I take her hand and pull it towards me. Opening her palm, I place the box inside of it, and she sta
res at it for a moment as though she can’t for the life of her work out what it is meant to be.

  "Baxter...?” she murmurs.

  "Open it," I tell her. And she does as she is told, a smile curling up the corners of her mouth as she flicks open the box. And when she sees what is inside, her lips part with shock.

  "Is this...?” she asks me, looking up at me with abject surprise on her face. I nod.

  "Yeah, it is," I reply. "I meant it when I told you that I wanted to marry you, Bailey. I know that I should have given this to you on prom night, but – but I’m not going to pass up the chance to give it to you now."

  She stares at the ring for a moment, and then looks back up at me, her eyes shining with what look like happy tears. I realize that I am holding my breath. Even though I know how she is going to answer, I will not be able to relax until I hear the words come out of her mouth.

  "Will you marry me, Bailey?" I take the ring from the box and hold it out to her.

  And slowly, surely, she nods. "I will," she replies, hardly able to keep the big-ass smile off her face. I take her hand, slide the ring down over her finger, and she stares down at it, twisting her hand this way and that as she admires her new jewelry.

  I reach out to cup her face in my hand, and she tilts her head towards me and closes her eyes for a moment.

  "I can’t believe any of this is actually happening," she confesses. "It’s just... so much."

  "I know," I murmur. "But it’s just making up for lost time. I know that I left you with no explanation before, and I need you to know that I’m never going to do that again. Not as long as I live."

  "You better not," she replies, and I can tell from her playful tone that she is only kidding. She knows me too well to believe that I would have put this ring on her finger without meaning it. All I want in the world right now is to make her my wife. To take her on all the adventures that we promised each other back before I was forced to leave her behind.

  "I love you," I tell her. Even though it has been so long since I have said those words to her, they still come as naturally to me as they ever did. They feel right, coming out of my mouth, like they’re obvious. She kisses the center of my palm softly.

  "I love you, too," she replies. "I – I never thought I would get to see you again, Baxter. I thought you were gone for good..."

  "And I’m sorry I ever let you believe that," I murmur. "But I’m never going to do that again. I’m never going to leave. I’m never going to go anywhere that you can’t follow me. We have a lot of making up for lost time to do, and I think we should start here. Right?"

  "Right," she agrees, and I pull her into an embrace. The feeling of her warm, naked body, even beneath the covers, is enough to make something carnal light up inside of me, and I press my lips to her shoulder. She smiles and leans into me.

  "We should probably get something to eat," she remarks, and I brush my lips up her neck, towards her ear, to that sensitive spot where her throat joins her jaw. And I can tell from the way that she reacts that food is the last thing on her mind right now.

  No, we have far better things to think about for the time being – and I intend to do every little thing that I can to make sure that I keep her in this bed for as long as is humanly possible. Because I am not ready to share her with the rest of the world. Not yet. Not until I know that I have had my fill of her.

  Epilogue 1

  Bailey

  Nine months later…

  As I lie back on the sun lounger and let the warm, late afternoon Spanish sunshine flood my body, I can’t help but smile.

  Even though I’m nine months pregnant, and it sometimes feels as though I can hardly move without risking popping this girl out before I’m ready, I can’t think of much better in the world than this, right here. The sunshine, the sound of the waves lapping at the golden beach behind me, of Baxter inside the house, humming to himself as he makes us up something delicious to eat. It’s everything I’ve always wanted. And frankly, after waiting ten years to get here, I feel like it’s the very least that I deserve.

  Baxter has been true to every bit of his word from the night that we met again. He told me that he was going to marry me, that he was going to take me to Spain, that we could live out all the fantasies that we had promised each other when we had been teenagers and so in love that it hurt. And now, that’s just what he has gifted to me: a life that has been spun entirely from the dreams that I had as a girl, falling in love for the first time, so sure and so certain that everything seemed downright obvious.

  The two of us had so little in America that it wasn’t much of a wrench at all to come out here, to the villa that he had purchased with the money that he had gathered from working for his father’s cartel. There have been many nights when I have woken to find him gone from the bed beside me, sitting on the balcony and looking out at the sea beyond, and I know that he is thinking about everything that he has done – everything that he let happen, everything that his father had allowed to unfold while he was in power.

  On those nights, I know that there is no point trying to coax it out of him. When he is ready, if he ever will be, he will tell me what he wants me to know. All he needs is for me to be there with him, to tell him that I still love him no matter what, and that nothing about his past is ever going to change that.

  And it never will. In the ten years that we were away from each other, I could tell that we had both changed, both of us shifting to become the adults that we needed to be. In some ways, I think it was a good thing that we had so much time to grow and change on our own terms. Sometimes, people who get together as kids can suffocate each other’s growth, sticking them down to the roots that they’re trying to break free of, but we escaped that, managed to find a way out that offered something far deeper and far more special for both of us. We met again as the people we needed to be, and I am so grateful for that sometimes I can hardly thank the universe enough for it.

  And now, here I am, in Spain with him like he promised, married, just like he promised – and expecting our very first child on top of it all. I found out that I was pregnant barely a week or two after our wedding, a small affair that had been mostly organized by Liv back in Sweetheart, and now, nine months later, we are preparing to bring our little girl into the world.

  I can hardly wait to meet her. It wasn’t until the day that I found out I was pregnant that I realized how badly I wanted to build a family with him. The two of us have lost so much when it comes to our own families, and it only feels right that we have been able to build another one, between us, together again. It’s everything that I ever wanted, everything that ever made me happy, the thought of the two of us starting our own family together.

  And besides, he already feels like home to me. Even if we never had kids at all, I would still look at him and know that he is the one person who makes me feel like everything is going to be all right. His strength, his sureness, his confidence, the way he carries himself – he is everything that I ever wanted him to be, everything that I ever needed from him. And I know he is going to be just the same for the children that we have together. He’s going to be an amazing father. And I can hardly wait to see him hold our first-born in his arms.

  He emerges from the house, out onto the balcony, with a plateful of tostadas and a smile on his face. He drops a kiss on the top of my head, and then one on my belly, his usual greeting for me since I became pregnant.

  "You doing okay?" He fusses over me, and I nod.

  "Just tired," I reply with a sigh. "But I’m all good."

  "You look beautiful in that bikini," he remarks, sliding a hand down my thigh and brushing it over the string of my bikini. It is barely hanging onto my hip, and frankly, I put this on in the hopes that he might take it off me.

  "I thought you just meant to bring me lunch," I giggle as he leans down to undo the string, planting a kiss on the crease of my hip and making me shiver.

  "Well, I have to make sure you’re taken care of, right?" he r
emarks as he brushes his nose across my thigh and parts my legs with his hands. I let my head drape back on the lounger as he plants a kiss against my mound, and suddenly, all the discomfort that comes with being pregnant seems to fall out of my mind.

  As soon as his lips press against my pussy, I let out a soft moan and feel the tension slip out of my body. He softens his tongue and strokes it against my clit, up and down, up and down, until I feel it swell under his tongue. I reach down to grip his head, to hold it in place, needing more, needing all that he can give me, and I push my hips back against his face as he slides his hands beneath my ass and pulls me onto him greedily.

  "Mmm," I moan softly, and he tightens his grip on me and seals his lips around my clit, sucking hard and applying a light pressure as he rolls my swollen nub between his tongue. I am so oversensitized from the heat of the sun that I can already feel myself beginning to get close as he pleasures me, the intensity of his hungry mouth against me almost more than I can take. I am not sure if I am just going a little crazy with the pregnancy hormones, or if there is something else to it entirely, but there is a depth to our connection now that I have never felt before in all the time that we have been together. Every time he touches me, I feel like my body is on fire, lighting up to meet him, and the pleasure is beyond anything that I have felt before in my life...

  Soon, I can feel the orgasm growing inside of me as he coaxes my clit against his tongue. The wetness is slipping down the inside of my thighs, and I groan as I feel it rush through me, the waves of pleasure matching the sound of the waves sliding up the beach behind us...

  And then, I feel something else entirely. Something else comes through my orgasm. I sit bolt upright, still panting from the pleasure between my thighs, and my eyes widen when I realize what has happened.

 

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