My hips continued their circles, getting more of that friction, letting it drive me up.
Watts's body weight shifted onto one arm, his other hand going between my thighs, working my clit, forcing me toward that edge, then shoving me over, leaving me crashing down into my orgasm, crying out his name as the waves crashed through me, my walls contracting around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as well. He cursed out my name as he continued to drive into me, until we both became weak and boneless.
His weight crushed into me after, but I welcomed the weight, wrapping him up with arms and legs, holding on tight to someone I never thought I would get to hold again, and now that I could, I never wanted to let go.
"I still have it," he said, pulling me out of my post-orgasm stupor.
"Still have what?" I asked.
"The ring," he said, pressing his lips to mine. "When I got out, I went to get it. I carry it with me. To be close to you in a small way, I guess. I still have it. And I still want you to wear it. I know it can't be real and official anymore."
"It's real," I countered. "And it is official if we say it is. No one would ever know. No one else exists. We make the rules now."
"I like that," he decided, sealing his lips to mine. "You have any other rules for me to follow?"
"Oh, only that I want orgasms like that at least twice a day from now until eternity."
"Well," he said, rolling off to my side, pulling me with him. "I can manage that. Anything else?"
"Oh, not much," I said, smiling, heart more full than it had been in years, than it had been since the last time I was in his arms. "Just a happily ever after."
"Well, we can work on that," he told me, sealing his lips to mine.
After some sleep, Watts got right onto the promise for more orgasms.
And then we both got to work on that happily ever after.
It was nothing like the one we'd planned on in our old life. But it was no less wonderful.
We stocked and we nested and we raised stray kittens and a random raven we'd found injured.
We hunted zombies until they seemed to leave town completely, though we barely noticed, staying wrapped up in our comfortable little nest, working on solar, and gardening, and reading, and loving.
Until, one day, like magic, we heard it.
A voice on the other end of the radio.
An announcement that the zombie plague was over, that there were other survivors, that life could slowly but surely start coming back together.
Then, so it did.
But one thing that never changed through all of the ups and downs that followed, was our love, was our promise, were the rules we set out in that bedroom that first night.
Orgasms.
And a happily ever after.
XX
Also by Jessica Gadziala
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Dark Horse
Professionals
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The Negotiator
The Client
Rivers Brothers
Lift You Up
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Pull You In
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What The Heart Finds
What The Heart Knows
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Surrogate
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The Green Series
Into the Green
Escape from the Green
DEBT
Dissent
A Navesink Bank Christmas
Don't Come
Fix It Up
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The Sacrifice
About the author
Jessica Gadziala is a full-time writer, parrot enthusiast, and coffee drinker who enjoys short rides to the bookstore, sad songs, and cold weather, and who had developed an unhealthy obsession with acquiring houseplants. She lives in New Jersey with a bunch dogs, seven parrots, and a whole flock of chickens.
She is a strong believer in snark, strong secondary characters, and badass women.
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