His Forever Girl

“I want it now.” He growls, and my body does as he commends. I let go as pleasure hits me. The orgasm is so fast it knocks the air right out of my lungs. When I open my eyes, Reid is lifting me and thrusting deep inside of me. He’s relentless. “Mine. Mine. Mine,” he chants over and over as he thrusts in and out of me. My second orgasm is already pushing down on me.

“Yours,” I agree as my nails dig into his shoulders. He lets out a loud groan, my name on his lips that are still covered in me. I go over the edge with him. When Reid lifts his head to look at me, I kiss him.

“You calm?” he asks me. I nod my head. I am calm. He slowly puts me on my feet. I feel his cum all over the inside of my thighs. From the look on Reid's face, that was the whole point. Also to get us both to calm the hell down. This man always knows what I need.

“Let’s go give our parents the happily ever after they deserve.” I say as Reid fixes my dress for me. He pulls me into his side.

“I love you,” I tell him as we walk, causing him to lean down and give me a quick kiss.

“I love you too. Forever.”

We may have had some small bumps in the road on the journey to our happily ever after, but I always knew I was meant to be his.EpilogueMany many years laterI sit at my desk, staring at my computer screen but not really comprehending anything that’s on it. I had a restless night of sleep. I took Zoey so many times throughout the night, trying to calm myself down by getting lost in my wife, not sure I’m ready for life to change. Until she kicked me out of bed and said I needed to just accept that our little girl is growing up. I’ve been sitting in my office ever since.

I figured work would be the best way to take my mind off of everything. After I retired from the NFL, I volunteered at the local high school, coaching the football team. They insisted on paying me, so I donated the salary every year to improve the school. I wanted to give back since I have been so fortunate in life. Fine, I wanted to keep an eye on Izzy and make sure no little punks tried anything out of line. Having two girls hasn’t been easy. I know what kind of fuckheads are out there.

I try to concentrate on the running plays for this weekend's game, but every time I glance up, I see the picture of Izzy that sits on the corner of my desk. She’s probably five years old in it. We’re in the field out back, the sun is shining, and I’m twirling her around in a cloud full of bubbles that I’d blown for her. She’s laughing and looking at me as if I’m the only man she’ll ever love. I was until that little asshole showed up.

“He’s not an asshole.” I look up to see Zoey standing in the doorway of my office. I must have said the last words out loud. “You love Noah.”

“Love is a pretty strong word.” That gets me a giggle from Zoey. I watch as she walks over toward my desk. She’s more beautiful today than she was all those years ago when I fell in love with her. I turn around in my chair so that she can crawl into my lap. She does without hesitation. A sense of calm comes over me as it always has whenever she’s around. She nuzzles into my neck. “I’m not ready to let her go.”

“You’re not losing her. She’s a grown-up, Reid. She’s starting her life the same way you and I started ours. They’re in love.” She lifts her head to look into my eyes. Her fingers trace the hard line of my jaw. I know she’s right. Noah loves Izzy. He reminds me a lot of myself when I was younger. Always putting Izzy’s needs before his own. In saying that, I still don’t want to give him permission to marry my little girl.

“Feels as though I’m losing her.”

“You can’t think of it that way. You have to think of it as our family growing.” I know she’s right, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. “Don’t you want our little girl to have a love like ours?” That knocks me right on my fucking ass. I do want that. In fact, I know I want that so badly for her that I want to make sure that’s what this will be.

The alarm dings, letting me know that Noah is coming up the driveway now. The kid reminds me a little too much of myself sometimes. I do love the little shit. He and Izzy have been together since middle school. At least I think that’s when he got her to stop calling him her friend.