Epilogue
CAIN
The hot air balloon shook with each thrust. Delilah leaned over the side, dress hiked up over her ass, while I fucked her hard.
We rose higher into the air, her fingers digging into the basket.
On the horizon, we could see hundreds of other balloons bobbing across the Turkish sky as the sun crested over the ancient valleys. It was fucking beautiful.
Her pussy clenched tight around my cock and I gripped onto her supple hips, watching how well she took my length. My cock was drenched with her arousal, my favorite way to be.
“So, fucking beautiful,” I praised.
She turned to look at me, and her short, golden hair caught the morning rays with the movement. It had grown out now past her ears and had a slight wavy texture.
Her mouth fell open as I went even harder, knowing exactly how she liked to take it. Anyone could have seen us out here, but I didn’t give a fuck. Besides, they were probably too busy taking in the stunning view. Well, so was I, but in my own way.
I wanted to make this experience memorable, and what better way than to have Delilah orgasming on my cock ?
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I said back, smacking her hard on the ass. Her pussy clenched around me and then I felt it. She was coming. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
She let out a moan and I chuckled, savoring my favorite fucking sound.
I turned her around and told her to hold onto my neck.
She did as instructed, looping her fingers together.
When she was secure, I lifted one of her legs and sunk back into her pussy, grinding our pelvises together.
It was one of my favorite ways to take her, because then I could see every expression she made.
Like the one she wore now, with her eyebrows furrowed and mouth open.
The one that told me she was about to come again.
The hot air balloon shook, and I held onto the rail behind her thrusting over and over again until she was there and I was coming right inside her.
She loved it when I filled her up. And I did too.
I loved how she’d be carrying my cum around, having it stain her thighs.
The two of us shuddered and I dropped her leg down gently as we caught our breath.
She turned around, fiddling with her short hair and pulling at her dress like we didn’t just fuck.
I’d paid the hot air balloon guy a significant amount so we could have the ride to ourselves, and he showed me how to land the thing.
Good thing I was a quick study, because I did an alright job for flying it solo as we coasted back down to Earth with all the other balloons.
It landed with several big bumps and then one large bang, but we made it.
Thankfully, the landing area was well equipped with several helpers that grabbed onto the dangling ropes otherwise, I was half afraid the thing might take right back off again.
We’d been all over Europe, checking off her bucket list one by one.
Once a month, we’d get an update from Ace.
The Crusaders spun John’s death as some sex scandal, suspecting one of his many online chats as the cause.
Apparently, the guy liked to get freaky in chat rooms, and it was an easy murder to cover up.
They didn’t want the scandal. While Delilah was still considered missing, she wasn’t a suspect anymore.
With our new identities, we were able to make a life for ourselves.
Whatever one we wanted. Delilah had asked to see the world, which is exactly what we were doing.
Eventually, we would find a place to settle, but for now, I was happy living out of my suitcase, as long as I was with Delilah.
Ace was able to discreetly send word to Delilah’s library co-worker and friend, Margot, that she was safe, but she wouldn’t be able to make contact for some time.
I knew that it bothered Delilah not to talk to her friend, but she understood that doing so might endanger Margot.
“I hear that they have good plastic surgeons here. Maybe I can find one to fix my scar,” I said, taking in the view.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Oh yeah? Why not?”
“Because, it’s endearing. That scar shows you’re a fucking survivor. Plus, I like that it tends to scare people away.”
I chuckled. “We are survivors,” I agreed, nodding.
The two of us had endured so much, but now we were on the other side of it, fumbling our way through healing together.
It might not have been ideal or the right way to go about dealing with our trauma, but it’s what worked for us.
Besides, the people who inflicted it on us hadn’t played by the rules, so why should we?
“Where to next?” I asked, pulling her body into mine as we walked, milling with all the other hot air balloon riders.
“After Turkey? Hmm…” she thought for a moment. “What about New Zealand?”
“Hobbiton? I’m in.”
“Good. Because if you weren’t, I just might have to get murder-ey with you.”
“Sounds hot. Maybe I should have put up more of a fight then. Get you to play with those knives of yours again.”
She laughed. “I do like my knives.”
“Maybe we can put those new skills to good use,” I said, playing with the ends of her hair.
“Oh yeah? What did you have in mind?”
“Dirtbags like John exist all over the world…”
“Uh huh…”
“And we like to go all over the world… ”
“Are you suggesting we turn into some sort of international vigilante serial killers?”
“Crazier things have happened, and it would be a shame to waste all this talent.”
“That’s true,” she nodded. “Well, I’ll think about your interesting proposal. But yeah, it definitely appeals to me to help others who’ve been put in situations like ours. Kingston Prep is just one place. There are lots more like it.”
“Exactly.”
“Alright, I’m in, now take me to the food.
I’m starving,” she said with a smile like we were talking about what we were going to have for lunch and not murdering people for funsies.
I fucking loved this woman so much, because only she would agree to such a harebrained, illegal idea and then ask for lunch like nothing had happened.
“Right this way, angel,” I said, leading her to a table with a smile on my face and an embarrassingly large engagement ring in my pocket.
The End.