Epilogue
Bobbie - Six Months Later
I woke in the middle of the night to find Arrow’s side of the bed empty. The sheets were cold, indicating he had been gone for a while.
Sitting up, I turned on the bedside lamp, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the light.
“Arrow?” I called.
My voice echoed back to me. No response.
Our wedding was only two weeks away. To minimize stress, it wasn’t a big or lavish affair. Just a small party of friends at the clubhouse, with pizza catered for the reception. Jenny practically begged to make a cake for us though, so we finally gave in and agreed.
Grabbing my robe, I pulled it on over my sleeping shirt.
Arrow gave it to me when I officially moved in as a welcome home present.
I had bought one or two lacy nightgowns, since I wasn't sleeping in the back of my car anymore. But they remained unused, hanging up in the closet. Arrow’s shirt was more comfortable anyway.
As I descended the stairs, I found Arrow on the living room floor wearing just his sweatpants, taking apart the washing machine with parts scattered all around him in a halo of debris.
“Arrow, what are you doing?”
I crossed my arms with a shiver. The chill of winter was still hanging on, despite the first green buds of spring beginning to show. I couldn’t wait for the warmth of summer to return.
“It’s two o’clock in the morning," I added.
“Can’t sleep,” he said without glancing up.
“What’s on your mind?” I prompted. “Wedding stress? Or…something else?”
Arrow didn’t reply right away. He took a deep breath, rubbing his chest. Then I noticed his hair was damp from sweat and his hands were shaky.
I sat next to him, resting my cheek against his shoulder.
“Did you have a panic attack?”
He swallowed hard and said nothing, continuing to work.
“Arrow,” I scolded gently. “You’re supposed to wake me up when that happens so I can help you through it.”
He shook his head.
“No, you need to sleep. And I’m…I’m tired of this shit fucking up my life.
My father never raised his hand to me. He got drunk, he raged, and his paranoia was off the charts, but he never beat me.
I was damn lucky, compared to some of those kids in foster care who had it harder than me.
I don’t know why I can’t…just get over it. ”
“Because you were only a little boy, Arrow,” I pointed out. “You were so young. It’s okay to be impacted by what you went through. It makes you human.”
He nodded and rested his palm on my knee, brushing his thumb back and forth.
“I guess it’s the wedding that has me thinking about things too much. I don’t want my bullshit to get all over you.”
“Well, too bad,” I replied. “That’s going to happen, one way or another. Your bullshit will get on me, and my bullshit will get on you. We’ve already been in the trenches together, Arrow. We’ve seen each other at our worst, and we still love each other.”
Arrow lifted his gaze to meet mine, searching my face with his watchful gray eyes.
“You’re pretty good at this pep talk thing.”
I shrugged, idly tracing his tattooed forearm.
“Oh, well, I can’t take all the credit. My future husband really grilled it into my head that I’m not a worthless nobody, so he’s my inspiration. My hero.”
Arrow blew out a breath.
“Fuck, Bobbie, don’t call me that. I don’t deserve it.”
I hummed as I dipped my head, kissing his neck sweetly.
“Yes, you do. And I’ll keep saying it for as long as I live. You saved me, Arrow. You loved me when no one else did.”
He scooped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his lap. I straddled him with a grin, smoothing my hands over his shoulders.
“This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came down here," I said. "But I’m right where I want to be, so I'm certainly not complaining.”
Arrow chuckled as he slid his hands under the hem of my shirt, cupping my hips.
After living with him for six months and his insistent desire to make sure I got enough to eat, I had reached a healthy weight.
Putting on a few pounds had turned my bony hips into softer curves.
My tits were plump again, and I had to go shopping for a bigger bra.
I wasn’t starving and alone, living on the road anymore. I was loved and I was home.
I wiggled against Arrow’s groin until a growl rumbled in his chest. He grabbed my ass, grinding into me.
“Show me,” I said. “Show me what it will be like on our wedding night. Show me what it feels like when my future husband makes me come on his gorgeous, thick cock, over and over again.”
Arrow swore softly through his teeth. I knew that would get to him. Calling him my future husband was like a switch that never failed to turn him on.
His cock twitched against my clothed pussy, growing harder by the second. He skimmed his hands along my waist, up to my breasts, caressing them with a squeeze. When he pinched and rolled my nipples, I gasped, arching into his touch.
Arrow shifted to lean back against the couch, bringing his knees up for more leverage. He stripped off my shirt, immediately sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I closed my eyes with a sigh of contentment, rolling my hips against the bulge in his sweatpants. Arrow grazed his hands down my torso, and snapped the elastic of my panties with a faint sting.
This is where I belonged. Right here. With him. Chasing the gradual rising heat of pleasure, touching and tasting and aching for release.
Within seconds, my panties had been tossed aside and Arrow’s sweatpants were pooled around his ankles. His cock jutted up, pulsing and leaking. I wrapped my fingers around his girth, watching his abs flex and sharpen in stark relief when his muscles contracted.
I pumped along his length a few times, savoring his reaction. Arrow dropped his head back against the couch with a moan, straining to thrust up into my fist. I reached down with my other hand to cup his balls, toying with the weight of them in my grip.
“Fuck, honey, that feels amazing,” he rasped.
I twisted my palm up and over the crown of his cock, smothering every sensitive little spot with merciless pressure and stimulation. His breath shuddered and hitched, and the veins in his neck strained.
I tugged and teased at his balls while I worked my fist along his cock faster, increasing the speed until he writhed.
“Bobbie, sweetheart,” Arrow croaked. “I’m—I can’t hold out much longer.”
I loved seeing him wrecked like this for me. He couldn't get lost in his own head when he was too preoccupied with getting edged.
Anchoring my palm on Arrow’s chest, I lined up his cock, easing that broad, blunt head into my entrance just enough to make him squirm with desperation. He watched me with hooded eyes as I sank down, reveling in every searing hot inch of him.
“Beautiful,” Arrow murmured, gliding his hands along my bare back. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
I started slowly rolling my hips, working his cock deep inside me. He met me with thrusts of his own that sent a flood of ecstasy cascading down my spine. I pressed my forehead to his, gripping the back of his neck to ride him harder.
The scorching bloom of my orgasm coiled tight and low in my belly.
Arrow buried his face between my tits, sucking and nipping at them with stinging little love bites.
My thighs burned from exertion and it wasn’t enough.
I needed him deeper. I needed his body weight on top of me—spreading me open, filling me.
As if Arrow could read my mind, he clamped his hands to my hips, holding me down on his cock as he pressed my back to the chilly hardwood floor. I sucked in a sharp breath at the temperature.
“I’m getting you a rug for a wedding gift,” I said. “This floor is freezing.”
Arrow rumbled a laugh as he pinned my arms above my head with a light grip and covered me with his scorching body heat.
“Better?” he asked.
“Getting there.” I hooked my legs around his waist and pressed my heels to his ass, encouraging him to move. “Ask me again after I’ve milked your cock dry.”
He huffed a low laugh that shivered across my skin.
The first long, deep thrust made me dig my nails into Arrow’s back and my eyes fluttered closed. The girthy glide was just too good. He was controlled at first, dragging his cock in measured strokes that made me melt from sheer bliss.
Then he gradually ramped up, his breath on my neck, and his cock, hitting so fucking deep that I couldn’t think straight.
“God, sweetheart, your pussy fits me like a glove,” Arrow gritted out. “So hot and tight and all mine.”
“Make me come,” I panted. “Please, make me come. Make me scream your name.”
Arrow’s control crumbled and he tucked his face into my neck, pounding into me, again and again.
Each ramming thrust was punctuated with an animalistic grunt.
Sparks of pleasure zinged along every nerve, and all I could do was cling to him for dear life as my climax swelled and came to a toe-curling height.
Arrow hooked his tattooed forearms under my knees, folding me like a pretzel. The new angle had my legs shaking. Every time he bottomed out, with his balls bumping against my ass, a fresh jolt of delirious ecstasy surged through me.
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I babbled.
“You’re so close, sweetheart,” Arrow said. “Let go for me. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you. Gush all over my cock for me like the good wife you’re going to be.”
I couldn’t catch my breath to speak. He rubbed my clit, grinding against my G-spot, obsessed with getting that orgasm as explosive as possible. My body seized as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
Arrow kept going, circling my clit with relentless pressure, pushing his cock deep before he tipped over the edge, too. Then he slumped against me, resting his head on my shoulder with a chaste kiss to my sweaty skin.
I draped a limp arm around him, feeling boneless and wrung out.
“Wow,” I rasped. “Our wedding night will be incredible.”
Arrow breathed a soft laugh, easing his cock out of me, peppering my tits with kisses. I whimpered at the loss of him, just like I always did.
“Are you hungry?” he said
I yawned and stretched, arching my back. Everything felt pleasantly sore.
“You’re always asking me that,” I pointed out with a fond smile.
He shrugged as he rose to his feet, tugging on his sweatpants again.
“Because my girl has to eat. And it’s my duty, as your future husband, to provide for you. Besides, three square meals a day looks damn good on you.”
I blushed at his praise.
“In that case, I wouldn’t say no to a midnight snack.”
After Arrow and I got cleaned up, he reheated some leftover barbecue ribs and we shared them while we sat on the living room floor, side by side, shoulder to shoulder.
He held up a rib and I took a bite, tearing at the meat with my teeth.
He swiped some sauce away from the corner of my mouth.
Then he tilted his head and pressed a kiss to my neck.
“Have I told you lately that I’m crazy in love with you?”
I gave a pleased little hum and snuggled under his arm.
“Well, I’m not sure,” I hedged, playing along. “But I could have sworn you might have mentioned it once or twice. You should probably jog my memory though. Just to be on the safe side.”
Arrow chuckled and pulled me close, kissing my temple.
“I fucking love you, honey, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life being your husband.”
I grinned so wide that my cheeks ached from smiling. That silly little pact we made years ago turned out to be more than child’s play after all.