The exhaustion I felt was washed away quickly when my body reacted to his touch. He picked up the pace and I moaned with pleasure, thankful it was something I would feel for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes when he started kissing my neck and slid his hands along the side of my ribs.
“You’re mine.” He whispered.
“Forever.” I replied with a moan.
It didn’t take either of us long to reach the climax of our pleasure. We had been apart for a while until I finished school, and neither of us wanted to wait long for our release. Perhaps it was the comfort of being there, the knowledge we didn’t have to rush anything, or the fact we could enjoy it anytime we wanted that let us relax so easily.
My pussy clenched on his cock as an orgasm swept over me and he started to cum inside of me. He drove himself deep one final time and his cum exploded with several hard streams. I sank into his arms and felt a calmness sweep across me—one that I had never really felt before because I always knew the moment would come when I had to leave.
There was no deadline approaching and no need to worry that someone would be concerned that I didn’t check in. He held me and kissed me lightly, letting his tongue move along my body as I sighed with excitement. We finally let the exhaustion overtake us as we closed our eyes with sleep teasing the edge of our minds.
The fire roared in the background, crackling in the otherwise dark cabin. I knew I was where I belonged, exactly where I wanted to be. I leaned against him and pulled his arms around me tighter. He squeezed lightly and ran his hand down my arm.
“I love you, Shane.” I said softly.
“I love you too, Heather.” He whispered back.
FOR SEVERAL WEEKS, the tale of the heroic man who saved me circulated around the world, complete with pictures of our wedding. The things he had done in the past were only mentioned briefly and mostly glossed over as a misunderstanding. That was a direct quote from his ex-wife, who was likely less than thrilled to once again get caught up in a story.
Things settled down in the world and we were an afterthought once again to them, but our passion had never burned brighter. Several months after we were married, I felt an uneasiness in my stomach, but a sense of excitement rushed over me when I realized what it meant. I had actually begun to worry that nothing had happened considering the number of times we had sex without protection, but just like our love, it seemed that our child had waited for the perfect time to greet us.
Shane practically wept when he heard the news and within a few days, he had already turned one of the rooms into the beginnings of a nursery. If it was a boy, he would get Shane’s grandfather’s name, Luke. If it was a girl, she would get my grandmother’s name, Iris. We would be excited either way.
As the months passed, my stomach grew and the doctors had news we didn’t expect—twins. Luke and Iris would arrive together. Shane immediately went to work adding a second handcrafted crib to the nursery and both of us prepared for our lives to change dramatically. We were nervous and excited at the same time, but I knew Shane would provide for us.
If we had our love, we could weather any storm.
BONUS CONTENT: MR. MISTAKE
CHAPTER 1: MAX
I heard the buzz of the crowd as I stepped into the noisy club. The lights were flashing like strobes, illuminating a crowd that was probably fifty percent human and fifty percent ecstasy. It was always like that on Saturday night when the college kids downed their favorite club drug and rolled until dawn. I wasn’t chasing a high—well not that kind of high. I wanted sex and I wasn’t going to wait until the pick of the litter was gone and the hot girls were in bed with someone else. I wanted the best.
“Would you like your usual, Mr. Martin?” The bartender behind the counter leaned over for confirmation, even though he knew the answer would always be the same.
“You got it, Steve.” I tossed a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and my single-malt Scotch was in front of me before he should have had time to pour it. Money could buy anything, even service that was faster than physics.
With the single-malt on my tongue, I scanned the crowd and looked for the right girl. She would stick out like a sore thumb in the crowd of college vagabonds and I would know her when I saw her. She would be the friend, there with someone she thought was prettier than her, or the new girl in town that wandered into the wrong club and couldn’t get to the exit through the sea of dancing idiots. She would be my prey. I would stalk her, take her, and claim her pussy before she really knew what the fuck happened.
“Hey there, handsome.” The aroma of alcohol hit my nostrils even before I heard her voice. “My friends and I saw you come in. Do you want to come hang out with us?”
She was clearly drunk—so drunk that her words were slurred. She had hair that was blonde and as fake as her surgically enhanced tits. Her push-up bra lifted them so much they almost popped out of her dress. She would probably be fun. She looked like the type that would suck my cock and let me fuck her in the ass, but it would matter less to her than it mattered to me. I used to go home with easy girls like her, but I no longer had the patience that. I looked at her friends and they smiled, waving towards me. They were all just like her—so much like her that it looked like someone cloned her and just started changing hair colors.
“Sorry, I’m waiting on someone.” I held up my hand and tapped my wedding band.
“I don’t care if you’re married.” She smiled and reached for my hand.
“I do.” I pulled my hand away at the last second. “Sorry.”
Have you ever heard of a man wearing a fake wedding band to keep women away? I picked up that trick after having it used on me a couple of times. It was just a tool at my disposal. I usually slipped it off and tossed it on the ground before I made my move. I had dozens of them at home in a drawer. I used to put them in my pocket, but I had one fall out right before I got my cock sucked once and learned my lesson. Occasionally, I kept it on and told the story of a tragic divorce and an inability to remove it. That wasn’t a complete lie, even if my marriage had ended nearly five years earlier.
The blonde that tried to seduce me finally gave up and headed back to her group of fem-bots.
“Another drink.” I stared at the crowd and sighed when I pushed my glass towards Steve.
“Right away, Mr. Martin.” I didn’t wait to see if he broke his previous record. I really didn’t care. I had enough booze in me for one evening but I needed to be holding something besides an empty glass.
And there she was.