Epilogue One #2
Every time I woke from a nightmare, he just naturally assumed it was Sean returning to haunt me, but the truth was those nightmares were few and far between now.
The more frequent one lately was Henley’s attack.
In those dreams, those horrors, that call wasn’t to say he was injured.
It was the worst possible call I could receive about him.
They’d killed him and I never got to talk to him once more.
He’d been taken from me, from the world, and I’d been powerless to prevent it.
Sometimes the dreams were worse than that, if you can imagine that.
We’d be out together, doing something fun, and he’d be attacked by a crowd of bikers right in front of me, while I helplessly watched him being beaten to death, screaming my name, and reaching for me, even as the blood poured from him, and he faded away.
Those were the ones that had me screaming now.
“Gah!” Henley jerked awake with a start and rested a hand on his chest, breathing out with relief. “Fuck me, that was awful. Shit. Did I fall asleep on you?”
I stroked his face, shaking my head at him, but worrying that I’d somehow manifested a bad dream for him too.
“Was it a nightmare?”
He chuckled, rolling onto his side with a little grunt of discomfort.
“Nah. One of those dreams where you think you fell off something. Whatever… did I fuck you yet?”
“Oh yeah, it was wonderful. Best sex ever,” I murmured, rolling onto my back with a sigh. Thank god he wasn’t having nightmares now too. What a pair we’d be. Maybe we’d get down to the sexy stuff now though.
“So you’re probably not up for it again, huh?” Henley trailed his fingers over my lips, grinning as I dipped my tongue out to lick them.
“Naughty naughty… makes me wonder if you need something in your mouth.”
I caught his fingers and lifted my head a little.
“Is that what you want? I never enjoyed that with… with him… but I could try?”
Henley kissed my fingers and smiled. “One day, maybe. For now, I want my favourite taste in my mouth.” He moved rapidly, only wincing a little as he edged down the bed, grabbing my jeans and unfastening them, easing them down my legs with my help. I was always up for this.
“I will do it, I swear.”
He shrugged. “The day you want to, I’m there, but it’s not a deal breaker, Glory. It’s you I want, not just one thing. I want all of you.”
He slid my lacy underwear off and cheekily pinged it across the room. “Oops.”
The cuteness disappeared though, the moment his face dipped between my legs, and he groaned and nuzzled my clit.
“So fucking sexy, do you have any idea how good you smell? I just want to sleep with my face here every night.”
I shuddered at the pure deviant need in his voice and threaded my fingers through his hair.
“Less talking, more tasting, Henley. You made big promises, so now you have to deliver.”
He sobered, lifting his head.
“I lied to you before.”
Henley
Icouldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie to her about anything, no matter how seemingly inconsequential. It wasn’t how we’d build a solid future, and I couldn’t let it stand.
“What?” She looked worried, maybe frustrated too, but then so was I. Why the hell was I edging myself by stopping to have this conversation when I was this close to heaven? Maybe I just didn’t feel like I deserved to taste her fucking ambrosia when I was lying to her.
“I didn’t have a typical falling dream before. It was something worse.”
Her lips pressed together and her hands left my head completely, but I almost felt like she understood that the dream wasn’t so simple. Maybe she’d suspected there was more to it.
“Tell me,” she said quietly, her hand reaching out again to cup my cheek. She wasn’t backing off at all, she was being the sweet supportive woman I’d loved for so much of my life.
“Uh…” clear throat, try again, “The day I was attacked, uh… it’s what comes back to me now, but it’s different…” She was pressing her other hand to her mouth, nodding along with me. Nodding?
“Glory?”
“Me too.”
I sat up, sex forgotten for the moment. What the hell was she talking about? Was I in her nightmares now with that fucker, not just his victim but part of the problem?
“Tell me,” I repeated to her this time, and she shook her head.
“You first.”
Ugh. I didn’t want to relive it enough to even say the words, but the idea of me being her new nightmare was eating at me.
“In the dream, you were with me. In the dream, they decided to use you to punish me.” I couldn’t say it. I couldn’t say the fucking words, but I could still see it. The way they assaulted her, holding me back to watch, hearing her screams as they took things they had no right to.
“Oh.”
She was upset. Of course she was upset. It was awful, horrific, haunting, and never seeing that again in my head was the fucking wish I had right now. I didn’t want her seeing it too.
“Mine’s focused on you,” she said softly, stroking my knee, “and it starts the same as yours I guess. I’m with you, but it’s me being held back while they kill you in front of me.”
She was having nightmares about me, but about losing me. I wasn’t the bad guy in hers, and as much as I rejoiced at that, I hated the fact that she couldn’t just rest easy at nights.
“Sometimes it’s just me getting that call but it’s too late, and I’ve lost you. It’s… they’re all awful,” she whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
“Fuck this.” I climbed back up the bed and wrapped myself around her, offering comfort as she cried quietly, and I squeezed my own eyes closed, begging the universe for peace for her. She didn’t deserve this. She deserved to be happy, free, and enjoying life. With me.
“Henley?” She whispered at last, and I pulled back from kissing her hair.
“Yeah?”
“Will you make love to me? I need to feel something good right now.”
I forced a cheeky grin. “I can try, but I usually only have something great to offer.”
“Jackass,” she giggled, wiping at her tears, and sitting up beside me. She lifted off her top, and removed her bra, leaving her naked, and maybe that’s why I was able to get hard for her, for this moment, when I was still half mired in sorrow.
“No more sadness, Henley. We’re going to live our happy future together, and these dreams will fuck off when they realise they’re not winning. Okay?”
Glory
Henley grinned, shedding his clothes in a rush and dragging me down the bed in one swift move.
“Want me to lick you ’til you get wet for me, babe?”
“Bold of you to assume I need that help, Henley. Why don’t you check for yourself.” I grabbed his hand and pushed it between my legs in a move far more wanton than I’d ever been, and his fingers slid through the wetness I knew was there, because watching him get naked was a peepshow all on its own.
“Aw, you feel like you need me deep inside you.” On the word ‘deep’, he shoved two fingers inside me, and a ragged gasp was torn from my throat.
“So sexy when you’re writhing on my fingers.”
He fucked me slowly with his fingers, while I gripped his wrist for dear life, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him deep inside me, not just his fingers.
“Please,” I whimpered, and he rammed his fingers deep and stopped.
“This not doing it for you?”
“Please, Henley, I need you.”
He slid his fingers from me, even as I clenched around them, not sure if I was trying to keep them, or just enjoy the friction.
He dragged his tongue over his fingers and groaned. “So sweet, so perfect.” His fingers wrapped around his hard cock, sliding back and forth as he licked his lips.
“Henley, dammit!”
His grin flashed briefly before he leaned over me, and guided his cock deep inside me in one slow, steady thrust.
There was something magical about every time he did that, filling me with himself and bringing us so close together that we became one organism, breathing life into each other as we kissed and moved.
“Yes, yes,” I chanted as he started moving, his hips crashing against mine as need and urgency overtook him, and I clung to him with my fingers, my nails digging deep into the flesh of his shoulders.
“God yes, Glory, fuck.”
“More, please, more.”
Henley threaded his fingers into my hair, fisting it at the base of my neck as he pulled me harder against him, thrusting harder and more frantically.
Pleasure was licking its way along every nerve ending, and flames burst free from inside me as my orgasm took hold, and my gasps turned to something high pitched and desperate. It was like his touch burned everything bad from inside me, filling me with warmth and light, and so much love.
“God, Glory. I’ll never get enough of you,” he gasped out, his lips taking mine again as he held me close and filled me with his release.
I wanted to echo the sentiment, that I’d never get enough of him, but he kissed away my attempts to speak, his hips moving idly as we both came down together, our lips doing all the talking for now.
I might have gone through a hellish time away from him, but he was making up for that with every smile, every touch, and every word.
He’d never been responsible for my mistakes, but he’d be responsible for loving me for the rest of his life, while I spent every day showing him he was my best choice. My only choice.
THE END
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