“Dumbass.”
“He really was a good guy, but from the moment you came back, Chance, you need to know there was never really any contest.”
I let out a huge sigh of relief as my mind started to piece together what was happening. “You quit your job…not to go to Boston but to…”
“I wasn’t happy there anyway. Plus, if I were going to move to Hermosa Beach, I—”
“Move here?” A huge smile spread across my face. At that moment, I squinted my eyes to take a closer look at Aubrey’s Audi and noticed for the first time that it was packed to the rim with all of her crap just like the first week we met. Holy shit. We’d come full circle.
“All of your shit is in there?”
“Yes.” She placed her hand on my heart. “But I don’t need anything but this.”
Leaning in, I kissed her with everything in me and lifted her up into the air. People were driving by and honking.
When I put her down, she had tears in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I hope this complex allows goats.”
“If anyone gives us shit, we’ll just move. I’m thinking we need a house anyway where I can grow you another garden.”
My breathing quickened as the magnitude of everything started to hit me. I became overwhelmed with an animalistic urge to claim what I finally knew with absolute certainty was mine. I couldn’t wait a second longer to be inside of her. “Princess, hope you don’t have any plans for a while.”
She lifted her brow. “Why is that?”
“Because we have two years’ worth of fucking to do.”
I took Aubrey by the hand, and she followed me into the apartment as we practically stumbled through the door. Anticipating what was about to happen, my dick was excruciatingly hard.
I grabbed the biggest bowl I could find and filled it with water so that Pixy wouldn’t dehydrate in case we didn’t come out of our room for hours.
“Go to town, Bugger,” I said, placing the bowl in front of him. “That’s exactly what I intend to do on your mother.”
As she stood in front of me, it felt like a huge weight had lifted. It was the first time that I could truly be with Aubrey without apprehension and uncertainty.
I pulled at my hair as I stared down at her and shook my head. “I don’t even know where to start. There’s so much I want to do to you.”
“I’m ready for anything.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“I think I need to fuck you hard then. Are you okay with that?”
She answered by pulling her sundress over her head. As she kicked her panties to the ground, I stripped out of my own clothes. The way she was staring at my body excited me even more. All of the restraint I exhibited over the past several weeks was completely non-existent now.
“Good God,” I breathed out as I got a look at her stark naked body in pure daylight. She’d shaved a thin line of hair down the middle of her beautiful mound. I so wanted to savor her, but not this time. That would be later. Right now, I needed her desperately.
I gripped the side of her waist and pulled her toward me. Within seconds, her legs were wrapped around me as I lifted her onto my starving cock.
“Aaagh,” I yelled out at how incredible it felt as I sunk deep inside of her. It felt better than anything I could remember before it.
We hadn’t even bothered to move from the same spot. Her back was against my bedroom door as I pounded into her relentlessly, breaking her in while she begged for it harder. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was with the woman I loved or because it had been so long, but never had a pussy wrapped around my cock ever felt tighter, hotter, wetter…more perfect or made for me in my entire life.
Gripping her ass tightly, within minutes, I felt her muscles spasm around me.
“Come, Aubrey. Come all over my dick, Princess. Let go.”
“Say my name when you come. I love when you say my name,” she whispered over my mouth.
As I came inside of her, I muttered her name repeatedly with each thrust of my hips. “Aubrey…Fuck…Aubrey…God…Aubrey…Aubrey…Aubrey.”
We stayed connected, leaning our foreheads together.
“I love you, Aubrey.”
“It was a long road to get here, but it was worth it,” she said.
“Worth every second.”
We stayed holding each other for a long time before I finally put her down. “You hungry?”
“A little.”
“Let’s get something in you…besides me. You’re gonna need the energy for round two.”
I threw my underwear on and placed my t-shirt over her head. I loved looking at her nipples peeking through my clothing. As she followed me into the kitchen, she placed her hand over her mouth in disbelief as reality set in. “Holy shit. I don’t have a job. I’ve never been unemployed before.”
“You’re in luck, Mrs. Bateman. I have an opening for a sex slave.”
“After what you just did to me in there, I would gladly volunteer for that position, Mr. Bateman.”
“We’ll find you a job here doing something you’re passionate about,” I said seriously.
“I’m passionate about you, and I’d like to do you over and over again.”
“Then, it’s settled. Sex slave it is.”
“But seriously, though, I don’t want to be dependent. I would literally be mooching off of your ass money.”
“Seeing as though I’ll be claiming your ass later, sounds like that’s only fair. An ass for an ass.”
Epilogue
AUBREY
VEGAS – ONE YEAR LATER
Chance and I stood at the door of the little white chapel, home to our fake wedding over three years ago. Goosebumps peppered my skin because it all seemed just like yesterday. Being here was nostalgic and at the same time, made me a little sad for the years that we lost in between.
With her red frizzy hair and over the top multi-colored smock, Zelda looked almost exactly the same as I remembered her.
She squinted her eyes and looked right at Chance. “Haven’t you been in here before?”
He beamed. Returning here had been his idea. “Very perceptive. This time we have an appointment. It’s under Bateman. Six o’clock,” Chance said, lifting up the piece of paper. “And an actual marriage license. We’re doing the real deal this time.”
She snapped her finger. “That’s right. You’re the Aussie guy…those vows…how could I forget? I should have known that you two were for real. One of the few couples I actually wondered about after they left. What took you so long?”
“Eh, hit a few bumps during the rest of our road trip. But we landed on our feet, didn’t we, Princess?”
Hearing him say that was bittersweet. Anytime I thought about the two years we were apart, it made me incredibly sad. He looked down at me with adoring eyes. God, how did I get so lucky to find a man who loved me so hard?
“Are you ready to get started?” she asked.
“Yes.” I smiled, still looking up into Chance’s number thirteen blues.
Adele and her boyfriend Harry were with us to serve as witnesses. Since we drove, we brought Pixy along. He was the honorary best man.