I slid my other hand to her nipple and gently pinched it. And then I lost it. I lost it in her, my hips slamming up, desperate for her warmth and driving me to find it. Every last stroke had Pixie hitting the horn again. I came, cursing and praising her.
Then, I had the sense to pull her closer to me so she would stop laying on the horn. We were in an empty field, but not so far from people that someone might not get curious about the band playing in the field. Pixie’s eyes were wide as she panted. The smile she had almost didn’t include me in it. She put her hands in her hair and shook it out.
“Hey, beautiful.” I almost felt like I was interrupting. Her eyes focused on mine. “How are you doing?”
I wanted to make sure that after all the lust was spent that she was still with me. Still happy.
She laughed a little and then teared up. I immediately panicked. I was inside of her and would have to pull out soon to make sure it was safe.
“After a lot of years, I’m mine now.” She hugged me full out.
“Well, that makes two of us then.” I touched her face and pulled her in for a kiss. We had a whole summer ahead of us. Next week the Burathons were going through with adopting me, which was both hilarious and touching. I’d proudly take their last name. I found a family for Pixie and me. And she had found the part of herself that she had sacrificed to keep me alive.
“I love you, Pixie Rae.”
“I love you, Gaze.”
THE END