“Tonight? You’re a VIP. You didn’t need to buy a ticket if you wanted to come again.”
“Not tonight. Next week. At the Sun Lake County Fair.”
“W-what?”
I take her hand, bringing her fingers to my lips. “I can’t just let you go. Suddenly, I have the urge to visit every fair hostingCharles’s Magnificent Traveling Circusfor the rest of the summer…”
“You’re gonna follow the circus?” she laughs but tears well in her eyes. “Just to… to see me?”
“I’ll follow you anywhere if you’ll let me: Thor and his Valkyrie.”
Now, the tears roll down her cheeks.
I run my thumb through their tracks, holding her misty gaze.
“Where will you sleep?” she asks.
“Hotels. Airbnbs. I’ll sleep in my truck. It doesn’t matter.”
Sam shakes her head, takes my face in her hands, and smiles. “We’llsleep in your truck. I’m sure there will be chili cook-offs for you to check out.”
“Ah, who cares?”
My heart pumps so hard that I have to move. I sweep Sam off the bed with me, carrying her like my bride onto the balcony.
The morning air welcomes us, a chill that can’t defy our heat. Sam kisses my neck, whimpers softly as I touch her, and whispers against the wind, “I’m still mad that you ruined my surprise last night. I had a whole dance routine planned. A tight dress. Heels. It was going to besosexy.”
I let her down, hugging her from behind, pressing her belly against the railing. We stare at the golden fields, watching the sun rise just for us. It’s casting its light on our future, our lives, and illuminating things one step at a time.
“You don’t need to perform for me,” I say, kissing her ear. “You are the sexiest woman alive. Everything you do turns me on. I get hard watching you eat breakfast…”
“There’s a kink I’ve never heard before.”
I reach around and fill my big hands with her perfect breasts.
“Youare my kink. And I want you to be my everything.”
“Keep talking to me like that, and I won’t have a choice.”
Sam reaches back, running her fingers through my bristly hair.
I let my fingers creep down between her legs, and she rubs her body against my aching cock.
“Keep making love to me the way you do,” she whispers, “and I’m yours…”
I do as I’m told.
On my balcony, I lift Sam into the air like the flying acrobat she is, railing her against the railing, showing her just how badly I need her in my life. She screams my name, not concerned if the breeze carries it to anyone’s ears.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so fulfilling.
I pray she feels it, too.
EPILOGUE
SAM
Four years later…
