Twenty Nine
Whit
I sit in the audience, my heart pounding with a mix of pride and anticipation. The auditorium is alive with energy, each clap and cheer like a heartbeat resonating through the air. Scarlett stands at the podium, her face flushed with sheer joy as she receives her diploma. The lights seem to dim in comparison to her radiant smile, a beacon of hard-won success.
My mind flashes back to the countless nights she cried about her thesis. The fight to reclaim her work was grueling, but Scarlett rose like a phoenix from the ashes of betrayal, stronger and more determined than ever. It’s been the battle of our lives to get here. I never mentioned I was the anonymous tip that was called in to the police station. I didn’t want the credit, only for her to get the recognition she deserved.
Now, witnessing her standing there, fully appreciated, my heart swells with pride. I see the fire in her eyes—the fierce, unyielding flame that guided her through the darkest times and ultimately led her here. “My little flame,” I purr to myself, my voice barely audible over the cheering crowd.
Scarlett’s gaze finds me as she descends the steps, and it’s as if the world narrows until it’s just us. Each step she takes is filled with grace and strength, and our connection is instant; an electric spark that reignites all the passion and love we’ve shared through these trials.
As I stand up, my hands tremble with the swell of emotions cascading through my body. Tears well up in my eyes, but I brush them away; this moment belongs to her, and I am here to witness her triumph.
When she reaches me, I don’t hesitate. I pull her into a tight embrace, her scent wrapping around me like the softest shawl. My heart races, and the warmth of her body is intoxicating and familiar. “You did it, Scarlett. You proved them all wrong,” I whisper into her hair, holding her as if I would absorb all her happiness into my very being.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Whit.” Her voice is choked with the weight of unshed tears, yet the pride in it is undeniable.
“You could have,” I reply, squeezing her tighter, “but I’m glad you didn’t.”
I pull back, holding her at arm’s length. “You’ve come so far, Scarlett. I am so proud of you.” My words are simple and heartfelt. “You’ve fought for this moment and earned it.”
She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling. “And now, we can finally move forward together.” Our hands interlock, our fingers intertwining, a symbol of the unbreakable bond that has weathered the fiercest storms. “Together,” I echo, the word a promise of a future filled with love and possibilities.
Scarlett is wearing the ring I put back on her finger that day on the mountain. I can’t wait any longer for her to be my wife, so I made some calls and planned a surprise for her.
Scarlett
Whit blindfolds me as soon as we get to the car. “What are you doing Whit?” I ask him, my heart racing.
I can hear the smile in his voice as he replies, “Just trust me, little flame.” Despite my uncertainty, I can’t suppress the thrill that rushes through my veins. He helps me into the car, the soft leather seats cradling me as he carefully guides my movements.
The muffled sound of the engine igniting and the gentle thrumming of city life in the background create a heady atmosphere around us. I can feel Whit’s presence beside me, calm and reassuring, yet each passing moment edges me closer to the anticipation building within.
It doesn’t take long before the car stops. Whit helps me out, still leading me with the blindfold firmly in place. I feel a shift beneath my feet—hard, then soft again. What is he up to?
The distinct scent of polished wood dances in the air as he guides me gently, and I think I hear a door open. With a delicate push, I’m led inside.
“What is this? Where are we?” I ask again, my pulse quickening.
“Shh, just relax. I’ll be right back,” he responds, and there’s an unmistakable thrill in his voice.
The quietness that envelops me is suddenly disturbed by the flickering of candle flames as he removes the blindfold.
We’re sitting at a small table adorned with candles in the center, casting a warm, golden glow over the space. A single rose sits in an elegantly simple vase, its petals blooming like the love that brings me here. My eyes dart around the room—everything feels surreal yet achingly beautiful.
“Whit, what’s going on?” I ask, voice quaking with anxiety and joy.
“This, my love, is our wedding day. You are going to become Mrs. Whit Lockwood, and no one is going to stop us.” His grin holds all the boyish charm that drew me to him in the first place, and I can’t help but smile despite my bewilderment.
He stands tall in a black suit, his crisp white shirt contrasting his rugged handsomeness with sophistication. The weight of the surprise and the wildness of passion interlace with every detail—the way he looks at me, how his nervous laughter laces his words.
“Are we eloping?” My voice grows thick with a breathless excitement, disbelief coursing through me.
“Yes, we are. We’re leaving the past behind us, and starting a new life together.” As he says this, the gravity of the moment washes over me like a cleansing wave. I can hardly believe it.
Whit takes my hand, leading me to the front of the room where the officiant awaits, an elderly woman with kind, wise eyes. She gestures for us to join her, and as I take my place beside Whit, the reality of our vow thickens the air around us.
The officiant turns to Whit. “Whit Lockwood, do you take Scarlett to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
Whit looks into my eyes, his voice unwavering. “I do.”
The officiant then turns to me. “Scarlett Calhoun, do you take Whit to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for as long as you both shall live?”
My eyes sparkle with tears of joy. “I do,” I vow, my voice filled with emotion.
The officiant nods, a warm smile spreading across her face. “Whit and Scarlett have prepared special vows for one another, which they will now share.”
“We have?” I whisper, as nerves creep up my throat. Whit chuckles and leans over to kiss my cheek. “You’ve got this, baby.”
Whit takes a deep breath, straightening up and holding my hands.
“Scarlett, from the moment I laid eyes on you, my life has been a tumultuous storm of emotions, desires, and unrelenting love. You walked into my world when I was lost in darkness, and you became my guiding light. You saw the ugliest parts of me, the pieces I tried to hide from the world and instead of turning away, you embraced them.
You became my obsession, my muse, my reason for fighting through the chaos. Every thought I have is consumed by you, every beat of my heart echoes your name. You’ve given me a reason to believe in love and redemption, a reason to strive for something greater than myself.
I promise to cherish and protect you with every fiber of my being. To stand by your side through every storm, every battle, and every moment of doubt. I promise to be the rock you can lean on, the fire that ignites your passion, and the shadow that never leaves your side.
I vow to love you with a fierceness that borders on madness, to hold you so close that nothing can ever tear us apart. My love for you is raw, intense, and unyielding. You are my everything, Scarlett, and I will spend every day proving that to you. I vow to be yours, completely and utterly, for the rest of our days.”
His words wrap around me like a gentle embrace, the intensity of his vows igniting the very essence of my soul. I can feel tears brimming in my eyes, the love for this man coursing through my veins.
When it’s my turn to speak, I find my voice trembling with emotion.
“Whit, you are the storm that shook my world, the force that made me feel alive in ways I never thought possible. Your love is a wildfire, consuming and purifying, leaving only the raw, true essence of who we are.
From the moment you entered my life, you became my muse, my rock, my sanctuary. You’ve shown me what it means to embrace chaos and find beauty within it. Your strength has given me the courage to face my own demons, and your passion has ignited a fire within me.
I promise to love you with the same intensity and fervor that you have given me. To stand by your side through every tempest, to be your anchor in the storm, and your light in the darkness. I promise to be the mirror that reflects your strength, the voice that sings your praises, and the heart that beats in unison with yours.
I vow to cherish every moment with you, to nurture our love with patience, understanding, and unwavering commitment. My love for you is raw, unfiltered, and eternal. I am yours, Whit, now and forever, and I will spend every day showing you just how deeply you are loved.”
Whit took my ring from the officiant, his hands steady as he slipped it onto my finger. “With this ring, I thee wed,” he said, his voice filled with emotion.
I took Whit’s ring, my hands trembling slightly as I placed it on his finger. “With this ring, I thee wed,” I echoed, my voice a perfect blend of joy and love.
The officiant smiled warmly at us. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Whit, you may kiss your bride.”
As he leans in, time freezes, and nothing else exists except us—our hearts merging forever. He wiggled his eyebrows as he threw his hand around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. “I love you, little flame,” he murmurs before his lips slam down on mine. Whit threads his hand through my hair, angling me the way he wants and sending sparks ricocheting through my body.
A burst of applause erupts as we pull away, and laughter spills from our lips, two souls entwined in the beginning of forever.
“I won’t let anyone else write a single page in our story, Scarlett. It’s ours, and only ours. Welcome to a lifetime with me, Mrs. Lockwood,” he murmurs, pulling me into his warm embrace.
“I simply can’t wait, Mr. Lockwood,” I whisper back, taking in the strength of his arms around me, the intoxicating scent of leather and cedarwood mingled with obsession. There isn’t a doubt in my mind—no matter what life throws our way, together, we will be unstoppable.
“Oh, did you seriously put tacos in front of me then steal me away to get married? I want my tacos!” I laugh.
Whit let out a loud laugh, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “They were packed up for us, baby. I’m taking you home. Now!”
“Home? Does that mean we’ll have our taco feast in peace?” I laughed, his playfulness lighting up my heart.
“I’ve got some plans for you, wife,” he grinned, leading me towards the exit, his hand never leaving my waist.
“Wife? I like the sound of that,” I muse.
“Good, because that’s what you’ll always be.”
We barely make it home before Whit rips off my dress, the fabric tearing effortlessly in his strong hands. He hoists me up and flips me over his shoulder, my heart racing as he takes the stairs to our bedroom two at a time. I giggle breathlessly, the thrill of the moment igniting every nerve in my body.
With a playful toss he sends me onto the bed, my back hitting the soft duvet with a bounce. I watch him with hooded eyes as he crouches over me, a predatory grin dancing on his lips. His hands are deft and sure, yanking my panties off, exposing me completely to him. The air is charged with electric anticipation as he pops a peppermint from his pocket into his mouth, the tiny wrapper crinkling softly in the quiet of the room.
Whit climbs onto the bed, growling at the sight of my glistening pussy, his mouth latching onto my clit with a fervor that sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. I scream in ecstasy as he devours me, his tongue swirling and sucking at my most sensitive spot. The cold burst of peppermint contrasts deliciously with the warmth of my skin, sending goosebumps along my body that make me squirm beneath him.
He’s relentless, sucking and licking until I’m writhing beneath him. I can’t hold back the moans that escape my lips as he slides two fingers inside of me, stretching me deliciously. “You’re going to come for me, Scarlett. Now,” he groans, his fingers pumping in and out with increasing intensity.
“Whit,” I moan loudly, arching my back off the bed, desperate for more. He sucks on my clit harder and I feel it building, a tight coil of pleasure winding quickly within me. Suddenly, I explode. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and my body convulses under the weight of my orgasm. Yet he doesn’t stop. He continues to lick and suck, drawing out my pleasure until I’m white-hot with overstimulation.
Finally, he pulls away, his face flushed with satisfaction and a smug grin playing on his lips. “So beautiful. So perfect,” he whispers before kissing me deeply, and I taste myself on his lips.
As he removes his shirt, I take in the tattooed canvas that is his body, each inked design telling tales of wild nights and adventures. He drops his pants, and I can’t help but admire him as he crawls up the bed to hover over me, his body like a sin I want to indulge in.
“I got something done just for you, little flame.” He holds up his tattooed hand, proudly displaying “Good Girl” inked in elegant script between his thumb and forefinger. I groan in pleasure at the sight, my heart racing.
“You’re going to love feeling my hand on your throat, and those two words pressed into you while you can’t breathe,” he murmurs in a low, sultry voice. “You love knowing that I own you.”
“Please, Whit. I need you inside me,” I beg, my voice barely a whisper, yet laced with urgency. I crave him—hard and fast.
In a swift motion, he flips me over onto my hands and knees, grasping my hair in a firm hold that sends shivers down my spine. “You’re mine, Scarlett. No one else can have you,” he vows, lining himself up with my entrance and pushing in slowly, teasing me with every inch.
“Please, Whit. Faster,” I beg breathlessly. He laughs darkly, a sound that makes my skin tingle, and pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in, the force of his thrusts making me scream out in pleasure.
“That’s it, Scarlett. Take my cock like a good little slut.” His grip tightens around my throat, squeezing just enough to heighten the intensity of everything else, my vision blurred with pure ecstasy. I can barely breathe, but the overwhelming feeling of his hand on my throat and his cock filling me completely is intoxicating. I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm when he suddenly releases my throat.
“Not yet, little flame.” He flips me onto my back again, slamming into me with renewed vigor, his hand immediately finding my clit and rubbing it furiously.
“Come with me, Scarlett,” he commands, his breath hot against my face, mingling with the scent of peppermint that lingers in the air.
“Whit!” I scream as another orgasm crashes over me, splintering my thoughts into a million shards. I can’t breathe, can’t think—only feel as he pounds into me relentlessly.
“Fuck, little flame. I love you so much.” His voice breaks through the haze as he comes inside me, his cock pulsing deeply as he collapses on top of me, the weight comforting and grounding.
“I love you too, Whit,” I reply, panting softly.
He rolls off of me, pulling me close to his chest, my heart racing as he kisses the top of my head. “You’re amazing, Scarlett,” he murmurs, holding me tighter.
“Never,” I sigh happily, nestling into him. “I’m yours forever, Whit.”
“Even death won’t separate us, little flame.” He meets my gaze, a fierce look in his eyes. “We will find a way to come back and haunt the fuck out of this place. You and me, together for all eternity.”
I smile up at him, warmth flooding my heart. “You’re my favorite, psycho rockstar.”
Whit chuckles, his laughter ringing like music to my ears. “You’re mine too, my beautiful little brat.”