She smiles between her tears and nods. “That was our promise, love.”
Our promise, love…
Our promise…
Our—
Her words echo in my brain like thunder, her sweet voice pouring into me like light and casting everything else aside.
“Wyatt, are you okay?” she shakes me a little, but I can’t talk right now…
“Love, you’re so pale… are you okay?”
It’s like a switch went off in my brain.
“Wyatt?”
I feel like I’m going to be sick, like I did when I had one of my blackouts.
I fight it, trying to breathe through it, trying to break through the dizziness.
I feel like I’m about to faint.
“Oh God, oh God, love… you’re scaring me…”
I feel her small hands shakily touch my chest, my face…
I want to speak, but I can’t.
My eyes flutter and I nearly stagger backward as memories hit me hard and the wall that has kept us apart for five years finally crumbles.
I see flashes of our time together.
Our lost week, our words, our love.
I see myself cradling Kenna in my arms and making plans for us, making promises, so many plans, so many promises…
I take a full breath and hug her, our present a mirror of the past.
“I’m okay… I’m okay…”
“What happened? What’s wrong with you?” she asks, her voice small and afraid. “Can I do something? Should I call someone?”
“I’m okay, sweetheart. I just… I just need a minute.”
Damn, fuck me, that was intense…
I feel like I just got my full soul back.
I realize I’m lying down and Kenna’s crouched over me, her hand gently patting my face. I grasp it in mine and bring her fingers to my lips, then I sit up a little.
“So much time lost. Oh God,” I mumble.
I can’t believe this. How is this even possible?
She frowns up at me.
I cup her beloved face in both hands. “I love you, babydoll. To the edge of eternity, you are my forever, always. I promise.”
Kenna gasps and jumps up into my arms. “Oh my God, Wyatt! You… you remember?!”
I gather her even closer, my head over her shoulder.
“I can’t make sense of it all, but yes, I do… I remember you. I remember us. I remember all the things we wanted, babydoll. Getting married, having babies… having it all.”
I blink tears away as my woman sniffles against my chest.
“Our happy-ending,” she reminds me and I smile, kissing her lips softly.
“Yes, babydoll. Our happy-ending… we can do anything we want, have anything we want.”
She smiles at me. “And what is it that you really want?”
“You. Always,” I murmur on her skin, then I turn my face to the side to kiss her soft jaw. “And you? What do you want, my love?”
She lets go of a shaky breath and then pulls back to look at me. “I want it all to… start. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to be with you. I want to be yours. I want you to be mine and I want to make our baby. Now, Wyatt…”
My body shudders at the thought, happiness, and anticipation immediately mixing with the lust that’s turning my blood into fire right now.
I feel like she just plucked my deepest hopes and dreams out of my heart.
“Oh, love,” I murmur, my voice a faint rasp.
She takes a shaky breath.
I guide her body backward until she’s flat on the mattress again and I crawl on top of her, my eyes linking with hers.
A powerful wave of emotions seeps through me.
I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky.
We both are: we had to go through hell, but it still got us here and there’s no pain that’s not worth having my babydoll in my arms.
I’m going to spend the rest of my life giving her a smile for every time my being away from her made her cry.
I need to be inside of her again. Now. I can’t wait any longer.
The pull to be close, to be one with her is unstoppable.
I reach between us and rip the damp towel from her body before throwing it to the floor.
“Wyatt…”
My eyes caress over her naked frame, so soft, so small.
Her generous curves are tinged pink from her blushes and the heat of the shower, her thighs spread open for me, her large, pillowy breasts rising and falling with every breath, those golden chocolatey curls of hers like a wet shiny halo around her beautiful face, her eyes so open and trusting, brimming with love and lust, her lips swollen with all the kisses I’ve stolen from her today. And lower, past the curve of the belly I hope to fill soon with life, the delicate pink heaven that made me numb to anyone else in the world.
I love everything of her, even more so the parts I cannot see, the sweet, brave heart that beats beneath her skin, the soul that’s so very close to my own.
And she loves me.
Me…
She chose me.
There are no words.
My entire body shivers in primal need.
So fragile, so strong, mine to keep and to protect always. I take deep, slow breaths, trying to get myself under some semblance of control. I want this to be perfect for her. For us. I want to wash away our pain with our love.
Kenna reaches out for me, my name once more on her lips and I fall on her, grasping her face in my hands and kissing her hard.
I feel her hands run up and down my body, her fingers stroking over my scars as mine explore every inch of her lush beauty until we’re both shaking.
I dig my fingers into her thick curls, my tongue chasing hers in her sweet mouth as my body blankets her much smaller one.
There are so many things I wish to say, but I can’t talk right now.
I’m at my breaking point and need to just… feel.
I push my shorts down and kick them away, never breaking our kiss. As soon as my rock-hard cock springs free between us, I grip it and move it down toward her mound until my entire length is sliding between her swollen wet lips.
I stroke against her soaked cunt making her feel every ridge against her pearl and then her slit, up and down, up and down, slowly… until Kenna starts to buck under me, her hips jerking with her growing need.
My thick erection continues to rub where she feels me most, the sensation so good it makes my eyes cross. I could cum just from this, but I want more, need more right now.
I want to be inside of her so bad it hurts.
She mewls into our kiss, the sound so fucking hot I feel pre-cum pulse up my shaft and drip on her clit.
I break our kiss and bring us even closer, fastening her legs around my hips as my teeth and tongue mark the supple skin of her shoulder, where it’s more tender and meets her neck until her little moans turn into screams, and she starts to call out to me.
“Oh God, Wyatt, please,” she whines, her voice breathy and hot against my chest.
“I’ve got you, babydoll…”