She pulls away, surprise flashing across her face. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have...”
“No, I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I need to be more careful of your feelings. It’s too fast.”
She pauses with that same look of devotion in her eyes. “Is it too fast, though?”
Above us, the stars flicker. Below, the forest is silent.
“Fuck no.”
We kiss frantically, almost too frantic. I’m not used to this makeup sex thing, but I think that’s where this is headed.
She shivers. It’s too cold for us to be making out in the driveway. Plus, I’ve got some nosy neighbors. Someone could be watching us, so it’s time to take this inside.
“I love you, Ali Greenwald,” I say. “It doesn’t matter how many times you run from me. I’ll always love you.”
“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be a little creeped out,” she says, kissing back.
“Yeah, but you do love me,” I say. “And there’s nothing you can do about it.”
“Wanna bet?”
Oh, no. Not another bet. I’m sick of those.
I swing her into my arms, pouncing through my front door. Upon entry, my face burns from the change in heat. “Oh, thank god,” she says. “It feels so good to be back here.”
I place her gently on her feet and cover her shoulders with a wool blanket. “I know something that might feel even better,” I say.
She nuzzles her nose against mine, and I hug her, feeling more free than I ever had before. “You want to give me an apology?”
I hope this isn’t one of those situations where she makes me go an apology tour for the next five years. “I’m sorry. I’m a fucking idiot. I’ll never do anything so stupid again.”
“I don’t mean that type of an apology.”
“Huh?”
She cups her hand around my cock, rubbing up and down. I’ve been fighting it down ever since she kissed me.
“Oh… fuck...”
Soft and sweet, she kisses me. Then, she leads me to the bedroom where the apology tour of a lifetime begins. I’ll start with offering her my mouth. When I’m not lying my teeth off, she seems to like what it can do.
“What made you come back for me?”
“I got your flowers,” she says.
“Oh?” I ask.
I didn’t buy any flowers for her. I bought something else. A ring. But nobody knows that, so who is the chump that bought my girl the bouquet?
As soon as she shows me the card, it hits me square in the face. I’d recognize that chicken scratch anywhere. It was Brian…
And then I remember what he said to me so many days ago. I’m going to save you. This was his way of doing that, I guess. It’s the most simple idea in the world, yet so effective. Who would’ve thought?
I’m not going to rock the boat any more than I already have. I’m just grateful she’s here. There will be plenty of chances to make her proud. And even more to make her happy.
From here on out, I’ll be a good boy. Obedient, well-trained, and a lover of doggy-style.
What?
Is it something I said?
Ali
Happily Ever After…
Nothing in life is guaranteed. Especially not love. Everyone has to work for it. Depending on your situation, that can be hard. But as I wake from my sweet slumber, I’m pleasantly aware that Marc and I have been pretty solid from the beginning.
Yeah, it got a little messy at times. He came off as pushy in the beginning. I’m sure he thought I was a little bratty. It took a while for us to both understand each other. We were betting against our future together, even if we didn’t know it yet. And we came from such different backgrounds.
In the end, we both made out like bandits.
As I adjust my eyes to my phone screen, I roll to my side and breathe a sigh of relief. Last night, Marc carried Sammy to her bed. It was heartwarming to be in this environment again, so close to the movie-style family I never had. After she was asleep, I got him all to myself.
Marc turns over, spooning me from behind. His hard cock brushes beneath my ass, and I find myself grinding back for good measure. “Mm. Good morning,” I say. “Sleep well?”
He kisses the back of my neck, engulfing me in his arms. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept this well in my life.”
I laugh, spinning to face him. Finally, I get to share a bed with him, and it’s not one in a sex-themed motel.
“What’s your plan for the day?” I ask. “Work?”
He gives me a funny look. Not sure I like it. “Nah, I called out this week,” he says.
Coming from Marc, this is so surprising that I don’t take it seriously. “Called out? You? I don’t believe it. You’re like a workaholic.”
He’s staring, smiling like a total creep.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Lying to you,” he says.
I frown. “What did you do now?”
His grin grows wider. “I might’ve quit my job.”
My jaw drops. “Um. Do you think that’s a good idea?”
He shrugs. “Got a couple billion in the bank. The rest is tied to stable long-term investments. Sammy’s college fund is taken care of, and I’ve set enough aside for her healthcare and retirement. Everything is taken care of.”
I sit up. “Should I be excited about this or nervous?”
He rubs my arm. “Considering I’ll be home twenty-four seven now, probably a little of both. You might get tired of my jokes.”
“Who could ever?” I ask. The upside is that I’ll never tire of his cooking.
He rolls his eyes. “Seriously, though. I gave it a big think on the night you left me,” he says.
The worst night ever.
“Did everything important feel as pointless as it did for me?” I ask.
“You don’t know the half of it. Between crying my eyes out and fantasizing to your Fonebook picture, I was having the time of my life,” he says.
“Okay, weirdo.”
He sighs, turning serious. “I don’t know why I stayed so
