“What made me different for you?” I asked, curious to finally know what set all of this in motion.
“At first I wanted to own you like the rest of them. You came crashing into my classroom with big beautiful innocent eyes and snow falling all around you like a storm crashing into my life. The innocence captivated me. Then when we spent time together I felt an electric pull and the day you dropped your business card in front of me, it was like the heavens had opened up. Although I was insanely jealous, from the thought of you being with all those men, which is an emotion I haven’t experienced before. But I told myself I would see your pain and fuck you and then I would be done with you. But in that room the first night something in me came alive. You were so inexperienced, yet highly intelligent and hot headed and above everything you held no expectations of me and didn’t know anything about me apart from being you perverted professor. It was like a clean slate to live my life being just Cullen. Kenna you bring me peace,”
My heart shattered. That was everything and more. Peace. I had been wondering how Cullen was different to me also and he had just made everything so clear. He brought me peace. I have never had peace before. And I brought him peace. Nothing else mattered. He was right. We were made for each other. we had to be.
“Can you ever forgive me?” I asked, looking down at my hands.
“Kenna I have nothing to forgive. Just tell me you are mine and I am yours? The rest is background noise we can ignore.”
I rested my hand against his cheek and smiled.
“I am yours and you are mine.” He pulled me to him instantly like two rocks colliding against each other and forced his lips into mine. He pulled back and looked over my face.
“What did you do with the butt plug?” He asked with a straight face. I burst out laughing and his lips twitched.
“I left it in a rubbish bin at the airport,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks blush.
“Jesus, that is ruthless Kenna. I feel sorry for the person that empties the bins,” he chuckled.
“So since you are here anyway, would you like to have Christmas with me and mum?” I asked him.
“Yeah I guess since I am here anyway.” He rolled his eyes at me. I stood first and pulled his hand. He followed me into the house.
“To warn you I only have a single bed, and we have planned to watch the rest of the walking dead tonight,” I teased.
“We can make a bed on the floor, and I will pretend to enjoy watching The Walking Dead,” he murmured as he followed me further into the kitchen to meet mum.
Mum was hovering in the kitchen with a concerned look on her face. I felt bad because she was so out of her depth. I was twenty-one yet she had never had to help me with relationship dramas before. “Mum, Cullen is joining us for Christmas,” I announced as we walked in, hand in hand. She looked up at us and smiled with a big look of relief.
“Nice to have you join us Cullen,” she murmured and looked at the large ham with concern covering her face.
“Don’t worry mum, I will cook it. I was going to glaze it so it was ready to put in the oven tomorrow morning,”
“Oh good.” She replied and left the kitchen looking extremely anxious. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Is she ok?” Cullen asked, watching the door she had just walked out of.
“Yeah she doesn’t know how to cook so seeing all this food in her kitchen will be setting off a panic attack,”
“Oh that explains it. Well luckily for her we are both here to cook,” he grinned and kissed the top of my head. I relaxed against him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist.
“Let’s never separate ever again,” I said.
“Well unless you are planning on running away on me again that is never going to happen,”
“I promise you are stuck with me.” I leaned up and kissed him hard on the lips to make my point. He lifted me onto the kitchen bench and returned the favour.
Who knew I would be spending Christmas with my mum and the love of my life eating a Christmas ham that I never thought I would ever be able to buy? Tonight I may even see fucking Santa Claus flying through the night sky.
***
Six Months later
“Cheers bitches, here’s to Kenna turning twenty-two!” Millie screamed, enjoying being the life of the party as per usual. I looked around the crowded bar and my eyes landed back on the faces at the table in front of me. Claire, Kyan and Millie were already into tequila shots and I was happily sipping my wine. Second year at university and I was finally letting loose more regularly with my three favorite friends. Kyan and Claire were still going strong and now lived together in my old studio apartment. They said it is cozy and perfect for them.Ick. Mille still worked at the bar but had been promoted to bar manager so was on better money and the owner left them alone because he finally realized he is literally the worst bartender in the history of mankind.
“Shots shots shots,” Claire screamed as another tray of shots came over. I gagged at the sight of them but gave my friends an encouraging look to neck them.
As they were slamming their shot glasses back down a hand touched my lower back and I felt lips lightly kiss my neck. I snuggled back into that familiar touch that had become my life line and entire world. He had gone back to working for himself as a full time shrink so we were no longer in any threat of getting in trouble.
“Happy birthday my little scholar,” Cullen whispered in my ear. I giggled and turned my head to kiss him on the lips. I let out a gasp as a shock wave went through my body and vibrating filled my pussy. Cullen gave me a lopsided smirk and the vibrating increased.
“Stop that’s too much,” I said in a hushed tone, trying not to draw attention to us.
“You better get your arse to the toilets then if you don’t want to climax in front of your friends.” I knew he wasn’t joking. He never fibbed. I had learnt the hard way, that lying was a massive trigger for him.
“Excuse me, I need to pee,” I said loudly and gasped again, my cheeks reddening. I took off as quickly as I could to the toilets and locked myself in the cubicle. The vibrating intensified again and my world exploded until I was riding a wave of euphoria on top of a toilet in a bar.Jesus.Cullen told me this morning that this remote control vibrator would be the best birthday present ever. I now believed him. He was going to have way too much fun with this and I didn’t mind one bit. I am glad he listened to me when I begged for vanilla with some dark spice for our relationship. Because Cullen has ruined plain vanilla for me and I know deep down, he still loves the red art work he leaves on my arse cheeks.
The End.
