This time, it’s a soft, passionate kiss, full of emotion. It speaks all of the words we’ve failed to say in the past. I press my hand to the small of her back, pulling her even closer. I feel like I want to hold this woman for the rest of my life.
She tangles her legs with mine as my tongue slips into her mouth. The kiss intensifies, getting hotter and hotter. I almost expect her to roll on top of me and start another round. To be honest, I don’t know if I could handle it, given that I just dumped the load of all loads in her body.
Finally, we break away, looking into each other’s eyes. I press my forehead against hers and smile. “I love you,” I whisper. It’s the first time I’ve told her those three words in such a direct way.
Her whole face lights up, and a smile reaches from ear to ear. “I love you too, Bruce.” We share yet another sweet, tender kiss before lying there, merely enjoying each other’s company.
I run my fingers along her body, tracing every curve. She’s beautiful. A goddess. It’s hard to believe that she’s mine. Gently, I kiss the top of her nose. “Did I ride you too hard?”
She laughs. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to walk properly for a few days, but that’s just an excuse to have you carry me everywhere.”
I chuckle. “I wouldn’t mind.”
She lays her head on my chest. “That really was amazing. I thought I was going to go crazy.”
I run my fingers through her hair. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Now what?” she asks, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes.
“Now, I want you back home – our home – and I want you there asap.”
“Really? Now?”
“Right now.” And then, without warning, I take her in my arms, holding her bridal style, and stride out of the bedroom.
“Wait! What about our clothes?”
I laugh. “Okay, clothes first. Then we can go home.”
23
Katie
It’s been a few months, and things are great. After everything that happened, I never thought that our lives would return to the way they were before. And I guess they haven’t because things are better than ever.
I’m once again living with Bruce, but this time, it’s different. He isn’t paying me to stay with him. I’m here, with him, because I want to be, and it’s absolutely liberating. I feel so free.
Today, we’ve decided to spend the day on the beach. I’m lying on a beach towel, enjoying the sun, when he gets up, casting his shadow on top of me. “Hey, what are you doing?”
He doesn’t say a word but simply holds out his hand for me to take.
I place my palm in his, and he hoists me to my feet. A few seconds later, we’re walking hand in hand on the beach. It’s a dream come true.
The sun sparkles over the water. The waves crash against our feet. Everything is perfect.
“How’s your mother?” he asks, glancing over at me.
“She’s getting married next month. She just told me a little while ago over the phone. Do you want to come home with me so that you can meet her? I mean, Meredith is trippy, but you might get along.”
Bruce grins.
“Hell, yeah. I want to meet the woman who created such a beautiful girl,” he says, squeezing my hand.
I chuckle, my cheeks reddening. Even though my man showers me with compliments, I still blush every time he calls me gorgeous or beautiful. I think he likes it.
“How do you think you’ll like having a father for the first time?”
“Hmm?” I ask, furrowing my brows together in confusion. What father? My biological dad hasn’t been around since forever.
“Well, your mom’s new hubby is going to be your step-dad, right?”
For the first time, it hits me.
“You know, I never saw this day coming. I honestly don’t know how I’ll feel about the man because I know almost nothing about him. All I know is that he’s the preacher at the church my mother goes to now.”
Bruce’s eyebrows lift.
“From a drunk who used men to a preacher’s wife. What a jump,” he remarks. “I bet the man who’s changed her for the better is something else, entirely. But I wonder what he’ll have to say about your panty business? I doubt your new step-dad will be very fond of that,” he says with a chuckle.
The thought worries me a little bit. While I love my job and I find it sexy as hell, I feel like there’s something missing. I hate that I always have to keep it a secret. Realistically, I want a career that I can be proud of, and that I can tell people about without feeling ashamed. “You know, I’d like to get into something that I can hold my head up about. I mean, Panty Time is awesome, but it’s not everything.”
