Voyeur

But we’d survived over three years and I could do whatever I wanted with her. Including fuck her in a high-rise hotel in front of the glass. I’d respected her wishes to keep my love for her to a minimum in public, but now all bets were off.

“Do you think you can keep it in your pants, Dr. Pierce?”

Oaklyn’s arms slipped around my waist from behind and spread her palms across my chest. My own hand reached up to touch the diamond glittering on her finger.

“I can try, but we may need to meet up in the restroom later.”

She laughed, moving around to my front and staring at the white-gold band shining bright against my black suit jacket. I’d asked her at almost midnight last night, after ravaging her, a sheet wrapped around her body as she dug in to takeout from Waffle House.

She’d made me happier than I’d been in the past three years when she’d nodded her head, tears running down her cheeks. Joy swelled so big inside me, filling every tiny space, I was sure I’d burst from it. Then I’d laid her out and made love to my fiancée until we’d passed out for a few hours before our flight to California.

“I think you can make it through dinner with your parents without a quickie in the bathroom.”

“I guess I can try for you,” I said before leaning down to kiss her.

We almost got lost in the kiss again, but she pulled back. “No, Dr. Pierce. We have reservations we need to keep.”

“Fine,” I grumbled.

She smiled up at me, my whole world in her eyes. “I love you,” she said softly.

“I love you too.” I had to swallow past the lump in my throat. She made me feel so much, so much happiness, that when the darkness came, it didn’t put a dent in who I was. “Thank you for your patience and loving me regardless of the mess I was.”

Oaklyn had been more than patient. She’d wanted me at my worst and waited for me to become my best. And I had. For her, I had continued therapy and truly gained a solid foundation to move forward with my future. Some days were still hard, but never as hard as when I was alone.

She sat with me in the dark and loved me through it.

I would spend the rest of my life loving her and I was sure it would never be enough. But I’d die trying. Hopefully when we were both old and gray, with a full life behind us.

“Always.” One more soft kiss before her fingers linked with mine and led me to the door. “Now come on. I’m ready to show off this beautiful ring to your mom and dad.”

“Are you sure no bathroom sex?” I teased.

“Maybe if you’re good we can sneak up to the rooftop garden tonight and I’ll let you make love to me under the stars.”

“Fuck the bathroom. You under the stars is always my first choice.”

The End