The noises she made.
The way her body tensed just before she came undone.
It was as we left the cabin on Friday morning that Julia reconfirmed what I knew deep within my once dead soul. She was mine. Julia was made for me, presented to me at a time when I could appreciate the gift she was, could spend time and energy making her every dream a reality, and could finally allow myself of what I’d forever been deprived.
Love.
Michael and Albert picked us up, lifting the snowmobile into the bed of the truck. As we drove toward the lane, Julia reached for my hand.
“I don’t know how you do it,” she said.
“I don’t know what it is, but if you like it, I’ll try to keep doing it.”
“You hear me even when I don’t talk.”
In all fairness, I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant until we were back at the house.
“How did you know I was apprehensive about the cabin?” she asked.
The truthful answer was that I knew because I shared her concern. Instead, I asked, “Are you still?”
“No. Just like everything else that’s felt broken in our snow globe, you fixed it.”
Now, on the morning of our wedding, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would mean to marry Julia. I’d never wanted something so unobtainable this much in my life. What we shared was unexplainable in a way that didn’t need to be explained.
All of the mistakes and terrible things I’d done in my life couldn’t be forgotten. They were as much a part of me as my striving for the next trophy. However, with Julia, I was more concerned about moving forward than looking back.
I ran my fingertips over her shoulder, arm, hips…
“Van…” My name came out sleepily with the melody of her laugh.
Julia rolled onto her back, her blue eyes blinking as she focused through the darkness. “What time is it?”
“It’s our wedding day.”
Van
Her petite hands came up, her arms encircling my neck as I stared down at her. “I promise I won’t run.”
I couldn’t help but scoff. “Well, you do have a reputation.”
“No, Van. I know what I want. I want you. I want to marry you. All the other times were wrong.”
I lowered my forehead to hers. “I don’t know how or why the universe dropped you on the road for me to find. I just know I’ll never let you go.”
Julia wiggled beneath the covers, bringing her hips, core, and warm, sexy body closer.
Smoothing her hair away from her face, I kissed her lips as I found my place between her legs. Without provocation, I was rock hard. My cock teased her swollen entrance.
“Wait,” Julia said, her hands coming to my chest. “Isn’t this bad luck?”
“Sliding my cock into your wet pussy is the opposite of bad luck.”
“But it’s our wedding day. You aren’t supposed to see me.”
“Beautiful, I see you and I want you. I could fuck you twenty times before the ceremony and I promise as soon as we say ‘I do,’ I’ll be ready to fuck you again.”
Her giggle rang through the bedroom. “I don’t know. You are old.”