Maybe it was fucked up.
For our bodies to spark a flame that burned until we were clawing at each other, until we were rolling around on the rocky ground, completely consumed with each other.
At some point, Morgaine climbed on top, giving me a great view as she rode me, as she drove herself to that edge, then over it, crying out loudly across the mountains, her sounds echoing back to me as her pussy squeezed my cock, and dragged me along with her.
I never could have envisioned what the love of my life would look like.
But having her wash the blood off me, then ride me hard after witnessing me horrifically murdering someone?
Yeah.
She was everything I never could have known I wanted.
Morgaine - 1 year
Clay and Cabernet was a big hit.
Thanks mostly to my ability to be able to market us online, and Marnie’s ability to mobilize the actual community, the pottery studio had been absolutely packed for a solid two months.
It was a huge success.
For the two of us.
Because we’d partnered on it.
I never saw myself getting into any sort of brick-and-mortar business. But when Marnie came to me suggesting that I create custom pieces to use for a drinking and painting party, I’d decided that it was a good way for me to spend some time.
Since moving into the clubhouse, my daily chores were minimized so much. Just not having to haul water saved me hours and hours a week. Hours that I needed to fill with something other than watching TV or going into town.
So having a new, bigger project sounded good to me.
We went in on the venture fifty-fifty financially, and both showed up to help the drunken pottery enthusiasts on the Saturday nights when they were being hosted.
It provided us both with some steady income.
I didn’t need it, per se.
Crow, it seemed, made a small fortune working with the MC. But I liked contributing too.
We were making plans to buy land.
Every penny counted.
“Girl, have I mentioned that you’re glowing?” Marnie asked as we kicked our feet up on the tables in her studio, each having a big mug of tea. “Not in a pregnancy way, unless, of course, that’s the case.”
“No. Not yet anyway,” I said, though the urge had been building day by day for months.
“Then it’s just happiness,” Marnie said, giving me a knowing smile. “I like to think I had a small part in that,” she added.
She had been the one to convince us to spend more time together that one day. The one to let it slip about the crow earrings.
At the time, I’d been mortified.
With the way things turned out, though?
I couldn’t thank her enough for butting in.
“You knew he was one of the good ones,” I said.
“Nah. Don’t give me that much credit. I saw the way you looked at him when he didn’t notice. And the way he looked at you all the time. There was something there. Something electric. I just did a little nudging, that’s all.”
“I needed a nudge.”
“Girl, you need a whole-ass shove,” she said, letting out a laugh.
“You’re not wrong,” I agreed.
“I’m happy to see you happy. You were a ghost of a girl when you first showed up here asking for kiln time. This has been an incredible transformation. Love can do that. Not change you, per se. But shine light in all the dark spaces, make you glow from the inside out.”
That was quite possibly the best way she could have phrased it. That was exactly what it felt like Crow had done. Shined a light. And, I think, I’d done the same for him.
We both still had our darkness, still had our demons, but they weren’t such dominant parts of us anymore.
“So, when is that handsome man of yours going to come get you?” she asked.
“He texted that he was on his way,” I said. Though, yeah, he was running something like half an hour late.
“Oh, there he is now,” she said when we heard the rumble of a bike coming up the street.
Neither of us bothered to get up, giving our aching feet a break as we waited for Crow to park, then come strolling into the studio.
Holding a box in his hands.
“Oh, a present. Marry this one,” Marnie said, wiggling her brows as we got to our feet.
“What is this for?” I asked, insides jumping up and down.
It was one of the silly, small things that I still hadn’t gotten used to since I rejoined society.
Gifts.
I’d been on my own for so damn long that there was never such a thing as a gift. Not on birthdays or Christmas, and certainly not randomly for no reason.
Seeming to sense how happy they made me, Crow was notorious for showing up with something for me.
A new apron for doing pottery, a giant chocolate swan he saw in a store and thought of me, a handful of wildflowers that were on the side of the road when he took a ride.