by Jamie Knight
I suddenly understood him a bit better.
His quiet, gentle nature.
His drive to help others.
He had seen tragedy and felt nearly all the pain the world could throw at him without actually killing him. I understood that he didn't want anyone to ever have to feel the way he did ever again.
It was an impossible goal of course, but one he seemed headset on striving for. I could feel a tear rolling down my cheek, my heart swelling with hope and pride.
“What's wrong, sweetheart?” Sawyer asked.
I just grabbed him and kissed him, unable to keep my feelings in anymore. I loved him so fucking much!
“Have we decided?” Sara asked, coming back.
“Chocolate milk, please,” Sawyer said.
“Orange juice,” I said, managing to pry myself way from Sawyer.
“Just water for me, please,” mom said, smiling warmly at the two of us.
I got the feeling that she was feeling a similar way about Sawyer's revelation. She had just chosen a less embarrassing way of expressing it. Story of my life.
I wished I could be as strong as my mom. But I was working on it, and with Sawyer’s help and love, I knew I one day would be.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sawyer
Sara wouldn't let us pay for anything. I tried to insist, having more than enough money to buy the entire restaurant, but she held firm. Said she still owed me for what I had done for her back when we were kids.
I couldn't remember that I had done that much. Just listened to her when she spoke and held her when she cried. Which happened often in the early days. Most of my tears were already gone.
Not that I was desensitized. I still missed my parents terribly. It was just that you could only go through so much tragedy before it really stopped having much of an effect. Once I had gotten over my own grief, my focus became helping other people with theirs until their wounds could heal as well. It seemed to mean a lot to Sara, though, who had been like a sister to me ever since.
“It was lovely to see you again,” Anne's mom said, hugging me goodbye.
“Likewise,” I said, returning her embrace.
“Bye, Mom,” Anne said, getting her own hug.
Going our separate ways, Anne and I went to my car, Anne having come with her mom. I knew where the restaurant was, of course, and was able to meet them there.
“Where to?” I asked, doing up my seatbelt.
“My place,” she said, “I wanna fuck like rabbits.”
Her apartment was only about twenty minutes away, which was good because I had a raging boner by the time we got there. I could hardly wait to be with her again and planned to give her a thorough going over in every one of her sweet little holes.
The apartment was a walk up. Not wanting to take any more time than was necessary, I scooped Anne up into my arms, making her giggle playfully, and booted it up the stairs, taking them three at a time with my long gate. Assisted by my bionic leg. Anne shrieked in delight, getting a tighter grip on me.
In no time at all we were at her door and it took every ounce of my considerable will not to just kick the damn thing down.
Gaining entrance the conventional way, I took Anne over to the couch, not wanting to wait until we got all the way into the bed room until we started tearing each other's clothes off like we were possessed, Anne seeming to want me every bit as much as I wanted her.
We had been apart far too long and were making up for lost time.
Wrestling my cock out of my pants, she took it all in her mouth, nearly choking herself as she deep throated me furiously, passionately stroking my shaft as she sucked. I had gotten her completely naked and gently stroked her pussy as she sucked me. I would have massaged her asshole too but couldn't quite reach with her on her back.
I unloaded into her mouth at the same time that Anne came all over my hand. She swallowed it all down before taking my hand firmly by the wrist and licking it clean, moaning softly as she did so.
Her pussy well prepared, I flipped her over so that she was on her knees facing away from me, towards the other arm of the couch. Keeping one hand on her hip, I pushed my huge, throbbing cock all the way inside her tight, young pussy.
Anne gave out a yelp of surprise, and I pulled back, her body relaxing as I withdrew. Giving her a moment to get over the shock, I took her by both hips and started to fuck her. I worked my cock inside her, making her squeak and moan as I did so, her sweet body trembling against me as she came.
Carefully pulling out, my own orgasm ebbing away, I crouched down behind her and licked her sweet, tender pussy, bringing her to another orgasm. When I was finished, I kept a hand softly cupping her pretty little cunt, as I moved up a bit and started eating out her asshole, which I had missed so much.
She liked this even more than when I was eating her pussy, moaning and screaming in a way I had rarely heard before. That was always an indication that I was on the right track. Slipping two fingers inside, I softly finger fucked her as I licked her ass to orgasm, getting her ready for a serious ass fucking.
Making her shake like a paint mixer with little more than my tongue, I lightly started gently massaging her ass as I did so, gently pulling her ass cheeks apart, stretching her asshole even more, making her hum with contended pleasure as she came down.
“Ready, my fiancée?” I asked.
“Fuck yes, my fiancé!” Anne screamed.
Getting into position, I placed a hand on her hip, gently guiding her backwards as I pushed the head of my cock against her stretched asshole, easing into her, Anne moaning out her pleasure. When she was ready, I started to move, rocking gently in and out of her sweet little asshole, working a bit further each time. Before long, I was most of the way inside her.
“More,” she begged.
“Are you sure, baby?” I asked, not wanting to risk hurting her.
“Yes!” she insisted.
I pushed all the way inside her, Anne breathing out slowly as I did so. I paused a moment to give her time to stretch out a bit more.
When I could move with relative ease, I took her hips and started to pump in her. Softly at first, barely moving really, working up to a steady rhythm, my cock deep inside her, my pelvis pressing up against her lovely ass as I fucked her, making sounds like I had never heard before but not in a bad way. It filled me with joy to be able to give her so much pleasure.
I had missed her so much and was so happy we were back together. More than that, we were engaged and were going to be parents. Something that no longer seemed to have any down sides at all.
I could see us together as a little family. Anne's mom would probably be happy because she had wanted grandkids so much and, now, she was getting a son-in-law and a grandkid all in one go.
Anne collapsed against the couch and I had thought maybe she had passed out again. But then let out a long, contented moan. I reached down and stroked her hair, loving her so damn much.
Then I eased out of her and pulled her to me, laying back and cuddling her against my chest. I never wanted to let her go again. I kissed her softly on the cheek.
“I've been thinking,” I said.
“About what?”
“Well, you're back at the physical therapy clinic, right?”
“Yeah but it's honestly not the same without you. I love my job, but I love you more.”
“What if I told you there was a way to have both me and the mountains and a career as a physical therapist?”
“I-I don't even know. I would say you could fuck me whenever you want but you already can.”
“Well, the fact is that you can. I have an idea I’ve been talking with Pat about and he thinks it’s a really good one.”
“All your ideas are good,” she said, laughing.
“Well, inviting you to my cabin was the best one of all,” I told her, meaning it.
I was happy, in love, and excited to have our future together, with everything finally coming together to work out for good.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Anne
One Month Later
It really was a good idea. I could see why Sawyer and Pat were friends, both of them being bona fine geniuses.
It had taken a lot of work, one of the cabins that was meant for guests needing work to make it comfortable. Sawyer and Pat also worked together to build six more of the same type, making a total of eight in all.
Even then, we were often over-booked. The brilliant idea that Sawyer and Pat had developed together was to set up a retreat on the mountain for people who had been in accidents or were grieving.
I worked with people who needed physical therapy and Pat and Sawyer worked with people who needed emotional therapy. Sawyer also produced copies of the Asimov design in his lab for people who needed prosthetics.
Apparently, Pat had been planning like that for a while and realized how perfect the mountain would be when he had come to visit for our engagement party.
I could tell Sawyer wasn't too happy about having a bunch of people come up to stay at the house, at least not the house that we lived in, but I could also tell that he was willing to put up with it for my sake. I had promised we would keep it small.
We only had so many chairs to start with, so it had to be pretty small as a matter of necessity. My mom came, of course. She loved the property and kept raving about how beautiful the mountain was.
She had ever come up with me and dad, seeming to think that that was our thing. But now she enjoyed hearing about the times I had spent with him up here in the wilderness, and seeing it with her own eyes. And she loved the cabin compound.
I was really happy to see her so happy. Sophia was less enthusiastic, being a city girl by birth. Even so, she had put on a brave face, complimenting Sawyer on the design of the cabins and so forth.
I knew Sophia well enough to know that she was genuinely impressed by people who could do really good handy work. She spent nearly ten minutes marveling at the deck, dumbfounded that he had used wood that he had cut down himself from the surrounding forest.
I was really happy to be back doing what I loved, especially since I was able to do it with the man I loved, in a place I loved to be. I had go through a lot to get back onto the mountain and never wanted to have to leave again.
I still went back into New York City fairly frequently to see Sophia and my mom, “girl bonding” as Sawyer called it, but I still felt free of it, knowing it wasn't really my home anymore. I had found my home and I couldn't be happier if I had planned it that way.
Adam was my last client of the day. He was an Iraq War vet who needed deep muscle therapy for a lost leg which still suffered from nerve damage from a landmine. Yet he had a lot of his leg, the injury starting just below the knee.
Usually we did our therapy out in the open in the fresh air, but Adam was pretty shy, still embarrassed by his injury. We would work in his cabin, Adam on his bed as I massaged the muscles that were giving him a hard time as part of my physical therapist duties, his shiny new Asimov leaning up against the night table.
Leaving Adam snoozing on his bed, I crossed the field to the main house, the Spring sun warm on my bare legs. I had brought more clothes up here from the City and was back to wearing the shorts and tank tops in which I was most comfortable, even with my developing baby bump.
I found Sawyer snoozing on the couch, a book resting open on his chest. I could see his hard on pressing up against the inside of his pants. I was already really horny, so it couldn't have worked out better.
Getting down on my knees beside the couch, I got out his cock and took it into my hot, open mouth, softly stroking the shaft as I lightly sucked the head. He started to stir, moaning gently.
I kept sucking as he gently opened his eyes. Locking his gaze with mine, I started to deep throat him, coaxing his sweet load up into my mouth as he moaned loudly and stroked my hair.
Sitting up on the couch, Sawyer stood me up in front of him. Gently caressing his hands over my body a few times, he pulled down my shorts and panties, gently cupping my pussy as he kissed the baby bump. I took off my shirt and bra as he massaged me, leaving me standing naked before him.
Pulling me close, he leaned down and lovingly licked my pussy until I was on the very edge of orgasm, finishing me off with his fingers while he sucked on my tender nipples. I had to put my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling over as the orgasms, about six in all, crashed through me, one after the other.
Leaning back against the couch, Sawyer pulled me up onto his lap so that I was straddling him and eased me down onto his cock, making me feel every inch as it disappeared up my wet, aching pussy.
“Oh my God, this is so amazing,” I moaned. “I love this so much.”
“Me too,” Sawyer said. “Let’s never not do this again, okay?”
“Deal,” I quickly agreed.
Adjusting a bit to find a comfortable position, I started to ride him, working his huge cock inside me until we were both ready to cum.
“It's okay,” I said, as I felt him start to pull out.
Sawyer stayed inside me, filling up my pussy with his hot thick cum warming me up inside as I shook with orgasm, my pussy clamping even harder around his wonderful cock.
I collapsed against him, kissing him furiously, Sawyer returning my affections while gently squeezing my ass, making me feel even better. As ready as I was going to be, I shifted my weight, moving ever so slightly forward, pressing the head of his cock against my asshole.
“Fuck yeah,” Sawyer said, pinching me some and then slapping me a little more. “I love fucking my gorgeous, curvy fiancée.”
Sawyer took me by my hips for support as I eased myself down onto his magnificent cock and rode him until I screamed, Sawyer filling me up with his cum once again, by then having flooded all three of my holes.
He was absolutely perfect in every respect and my life with him was so happy. I couldn’t believe it had all worked out so well, but maybe two unlucky people finally deserved to have something good happen to us, together.
Epilogue
Anne
One Year Later
The dress was my mom's. It fit me surprisingly well without any alterations. I wore it with new Chuck Taylors, hidden under the ground-length skirt and a handmade flower crown Sawyer had made for me.
I moved through the grass toward the flower arch in the shadow of the mountain at a smooth even pace, a bouquet of calla lilies in both hands. It was the one thing to represent and pay respect to the three most important people in my life. My mom walking beside me, beaming with pride.
The healing retreat had been going great over the last year, growing more than we could have imagined. We always had a waitlist, even with the four extra cabins Sawyer and Pat had built. Likely at least partly due to the fact that we had become renowned as the best place for injury and trauma recovery in the whole country.
And that fact was no doubt influenced by another fact, which was that the cost of attending was nothing. Sawyer and Pat were two tech and healthcare billionaires who had more than enough money between them to keep the place running for years, seeing the endeavor as what they could do to be of assistance to humanity. I was so happy and proud to be part of it.
I kept my eyes fixed on Sawyer standing up at the front, looking like a completely different person after a shave and the donning of a tux. He was holding baby April, who was wrapped up in a blanket and looking even more tiny in his strong arms.
I stepped up beside him and we turned toward the Justice of the Peace to get the show on the road. We were so happy we couldn't stop smiling as we said our vows, April sleeping soundly through the whole production. Even so, I kind of looked forward to telling her about it when she was old enough.
Sophia was my maid of honor, of course, and I smiled at her, so grateful for her friendship. Everything had turned out even better than I ever could have dreamed.
The only downside to this beautiful Easter day, gnawing at the back of my mind
like an itch I just couldn't scratch, was that I really wished that my dad was here. But I knew he was smiling down on me with pride.
And I was just happy that mom and Sawyer and Sophia were here to see me through life even after he couldn’t physically be here anymore, our beautiful newborn girl going a long way
to ease the pain.
Sawyer
Time really does fly when you're having fun. Before I knew it, the ceremony had ended and Anne had transformed in an instant from my fiancée to my wife. The entire ordeal was sealed with a tender kiss.
The reception was held at our house, like our engagement party had been. Anne's mom was no less awed by the beauty of the place and it was nice to find another person, other than Anne, who saw what I did. We certainly had enough land and room to have a rocking party, and I was glad to be enjoying it with our guests.
The reception was fun, despite the fairly large crowd, my discomfort assuaged by the fact that the vast majority of them were people that I not only knew but liked. I had invited Sara, but she hadn't been able to get the time off from work, still sending us a present anyway.
I stuck mostly with Pat, who was my best man, of course, Anne and her mom and Sophia, and cute little April, of course, and actually managed to have a pretty good time, all things considered. It wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement for a wedding reception, but it was still quite an accomplishment for me, under the circumstances.
Even though I had gotten set in my ways as an isolated mountain man, apparently I could still be a gracious host for my wife’s sake.
As the evening wound down, a few people falling asleep were they were, at least in Pat's case due to the nearly twelve beers he had consumed, I did what needed to be done.
“Come to grandma, sweet pea,” Anne’s mom cooed as I handed April over to her.
“You sure you'll be okay?” Anne asked.