Later that day, with the help of a few orgasms, I manage to convince Kayla to move her trailer to my backyard as soon as possible, refusing to wait any longer. ASAP meaning like tonight. I’d never tell her, but if she refused, I’d be camping here for a long time until she caved. After the situation with Caroline and her buddies, I’ll never feel comfortable with Kayla staying even one night in such a secluded location alone. She agreed to move her trailer tomorrow but agreed to move intonight. I’m a happy man.
She can use my cards and fix up the place any way she wants; she can buy all the mismatched dishware and furniture in the world and make our home her cozy little haven. She can do anything she wants, as long as I get to keep her.
She’s asleep in bed with my ring on her finger when I hear banging on the back door. Who the fuck is here so late?
I walk to the door with the confidence that I’m about to beat someone’s ass when I see Frank beating his hoof on the wood. I carefully open it and step outside. I still can’t erase from my mind how I almost pissed my pants when the moose came and nudged Kayla’s shoulder. I was ready to take him on when he was just flirting with my woman.
"'Sup, Frank?" He beats a hoof on the ground and lets out a loud exhale. "Alright, boy. I got it; you want to warn me about your friend, right?" He beats his hoof again but doesn’t repeat any aggravated noises. "Alright, let's make one thing clear: she is mine." I watch him, and I swear he just rolled his eyes. "Yes, she's mine, and I'll take care of her, but I thank you for the save today. I owe you." Another hoof-beat. “Alright, all the bushes around are yours.” He beats again. “Fine!” I throw my hands up in defeat. “You can visit anytime.” He lets out a long exhale from his nose that I can somehow read as satisfaction and nods his head. His big eyes are trained on me, then squinted—I swear the fuckin’ moose squints his eyes at me—before he turns around and leaves.
I watch him disappear into the night. Did I just have a stand-off with a moose? I think I did. Well, he is Frank, so I’ll deal with it.
I take a deep breath and return home to the woman in my bed who represents everything I thought I’d never have, and yet here I am, blessed with her presence in my life that I nearly fucked over. Never again. She is mine, and I’m a possessive motherfucker, as it turns out.
I jog upstairs and slide back into bed, where Kayla murmurs something unintelligible as she snuggles into my side. I hug her, pulling her warm body closer, and sniff her hair. Strawberry is my favorite fruit.
I’m asleep five minutes later.
Epilogue
Almost a year later
JUSTIN
Today is a Star Wars-themed night at Dancing Pony, and I’m extremely nervous because it’s the first time Alicia’s coming out with us. Coming out to mingle with people, that’s it—not just with us, period.
A small hand lands on my knee, stopping it from jerking.
“Relax, Jus. She’ll be fine.” Kayla’s voice always soothes me. Unless we’re in the bedroom, of course—there, she turns into a little minx. She figured out how much I love dirty talking and uses it on me as her choice weapon of total destruction. You won't find me complaining, though. "She's doing better, and she brought up going all on her own. No one is forcing her. She's doing better, I promise."
"I trust you, baby. I'm just worried." I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips for a kiss.
“I know you do. And that’s one of the reasons I love you,” she coos.
I quickly glance at her before returning my attention back to the road. "What are the others?"
“Hmm. Let me think.” She taps her finger on her chin. “Your nine inches? I love all of them.”
I let out a loud laugh. “Anything else?” I’m totally fishing here.
“Hmm… nope.” She chuckles.
“Alright. Let’s see if you change your mind later once I start withholding my inches until you find other reasons—since you’re only using me for sex,” I pretend to complain, suppressing my grin.
“I so am,” she confirms with a devious smirk as she places her hand over my crotch.
I laugh again and smack her hand away—said inches roaring to life, just like every time Kayla’s around, and the timing couldn’t be more awkward.
"We're almost there. I'm not planning to walk around with a woody. That designer lady might notice." I pout, making Kayla laugh before her face turns serious.
"Oh, hell no. She'd better keep her hands off.” Kayla’s lips turn into a genuine pout, and it’s adorable. She still has my ring on her finger, but the little minx refuses to set a date. I keep quiet because I want her to finish school and all the classes she signed up for, but after that, if she still refuses, we’re eloping to Vegas.
We’re at the Dancing Pony, and the street in front of it is fully packed with vehicles of all sorts. We park, and I get our bag from the back seat containing our costumes. I’ve never gone to a costume party here before—I guess I was “too cool” for that—but the preparations of the outfits turned out to be a lot of fun. A couple of years ago, Alex fucked up and had to dress as a hobbit just to go with Freya, so if he could do that, it might not be that bad.
As for me, all my fun started when Kayla was trying on different outfits, and some of them were really slutty. It was the best day of my life. She ended up dressing as Rey in this tight grey costume, showcasing her gorgeous body and the tattoos that the real Rey lacked. While I was busy ogling her dancing around the room in her tight pants, she coaxed me into playing Kylo Ren, telling me that I'm missing only the helmet because his snobbish attitude is my default setting.
The inn is full of people. I’ve heard that Emma throws… all sorts of parties, but I have never been to any of thespecialones. Even with my reputation—scratch that, myoldreputation—of a sex addict (which is absolutely far from the truth), I shudder at the thought. I don’t want to end up in the same space as Paul swinging his dick around like a sword, since I’ve heard he and Marina attend those parties together.
I shudder again and secure the plastic sword on my hip. The real sword, not the other kind.Ugh.
