Epilogue
Haunted by Isabela Rosa
One Year Later
I’m being chased, running through the grass, up and down the hills. My shoes crunch over stickers and twigs. The ends of my dress dance with the wind as I run. I squint over the sun, perspiration leaking down my chest and face as I weave through the trees.
Gavin loves to push the boundaries.
His prosthetic leg allows him to continue doing what he loves, such as riding horses, bull riding, and chasing me.
I’m deep in the woods when I feel his arm wrap around my waist. He tugs me into his chest with a wicked, hot grin that reaches his blue eyes. He was hiding behind a bush.
“Cora,” he croons. “I like chasing you. I like it when you run from me, and your weeping pussy calls to me. Because now that I’ve caught you, I get to make you scream out here, and no one can hear us. No one can hear what my girl sounds like when she’s getting fucked.”
I smirk, taunting him as I rock my hips into his as I feel his hard-on through his jeans. Huge and harder than a rock.
Gavin sold his home in Alaska and bought a one-hundred-acre ranch in Texas. We moved all of his horses here and bought more. He’s happy here.
We’re happy here.
I’m a full-time artist creating for local business owners and gaming companies.
Gavin takes care of the ranch with my father from morning to night.
“I’m not wet,” I lie. I’m turned on. I’m turned on so high that it makes me hate myself. I like the thrill of being hunted by him. Dark desires haunt me without remorse. I don’t have to be ashamed of what I want.
He dips his fingers, running them through my slit and smirks. His fingers dip into his mouth, and he sucks on them. Humming deep, he looks me in the eyes and ghosts the shell of my ear. My blood runs hot, knowing he’s caught me in a lie. This man is walking sex.
“Your wet pussy is begging to be fucked.”
He lifts my hands and secures them together with a rope. He ties it in a knot, making my flesh burn.
Using a knife, he slices my panties off me. He flips me so I’m palming the tree, holding onto it, as he exposes me. Pulling my ass up, I’m on my tiptoes.
The man who stalked me. Watched me. Bought all my art all along.
My muse is my stalker.
“No one knows your body like I do. Say it,” he growls.
“I’m made for you,” I breathe.
“This is what you like, isn’t it?” he taunts.
“Yes,” I moan.
He brings the darkness out of me, but doesn’t make it an ugly thing.
We can be ourselves with each other. He worships me, and that scares the hell out of me because I’ve never had that before.
I don’t know what to do with a man who is choosing me every day.
We both understand that a relationship isn’t going to be sunshine with butterflies every day; it’s a choice you make every day to selflessly love one another through the lowest of lows and highest of highs.
To care for one another in every version we transform into with time.
The most important thing is that we grow together and not apart.
He runs his hand over my chest and kneads my breasts.
My nipples peak and pebble underneath his sensual grip.
He places my other boob in his mouth, his lips wrap around it, his illegal, perfect tongue circling my nipple right before he sucks.
Mewling, I arch my back and push my breast deeper into his mouth, chasing the euphoria he’s planting inside my heart.
“Perfect. You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans against my nipple before he nips it and twists my other. “How do you want it?”
“Raw. I want every drop of your cum. I want to feel and see it drip out of me. Out of my ass.” I’m ready for it. I smooth my palm over the scar on his chest. The bullet wound he took.
“Such a dirty whore. My whore.”
Gavin
My wife is perfect.
Her pussy is divine…and I want her ass too. I want to fuck everything.
I lube the head with her slick, soft pussy, slapping her clit with my dick a couple of times, which causes her to tremble. She’s so wet; she’s making a mess of herself all over her thighs.
“You like it when I touch your ass like this, don’t you?” I growl into her ear. She nods, nipping at her bottom lip, and I’m tempted to fuck her mouth. I bite her shoulder, and she yelps but doesn’t run.
“Spit on my cock, baby.”
She turns so I can see her brows narrow, and her angelic face contort into seduction. Everything about her reminds me of why I’ll gladly lose my sanity. Hollowing her cheeks, she takes me instead, making it wet. Fuck, if she keeps doing that, I’m going to come down her throat.
“Turn around,” her cheeks pinken further like she’s ashamed to indulge in the sins I inflict as I rub her clit. I grip her breasts and squeeze until she’s wiggling. She starts to fuck her pussy on my hand, and I grin sadistically as I continue to feel her insides.
“Has anyone had you here?” I push into her ass and fuck…it takes everything in me to stop the implosion that’s knocking on my door. She’s so fucking majestic and tight.
“No, Gavin…” She tenses up and tries to push away, but I hold onto her tighter.
“Fuck, Coraline.” I stay still, waiting for her to fight me, but she just heaves and takes deeper breaths. “You’re so tight here, too.”
I push more of my length inside her, and she stops breathing.
“Beg for it. Let me hear your slutty voice tremble. Let me feel your pussy make a mess while it begs me to fuck it too.”
“Fuck me hard, Gavin.”
“Beg for it, harder.” I command, huskily.
I pull my cock back, but not entirely out. She shivers as my body breaks out in goosebumps.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I push back in, and she clenches her tight little ass on my nerves.
Fucking hell.
I palm the tree and sink my teeth into her shoulder.
“Please, destroy me, Gavin, and don’t hold back. Now,” she demands like an order.
Jesus.
“I like it when you’re so bossy and needy for my cock.”
I sink back into her tight rim.
“It hurts, but I love it. I love you so much,” she cries out, strumming her clit.
“I wish you could see your ass grip my cock like it was made for me.”
She squeals as I pick up my movements. She’s on her tiptoes, holding onto the tree for dear life. The white in her knuckles presents with each slow thrust I give her. I knead her breast as I thrust in and out of her deep and fast. Her breasts bounce in the palm of my hand.
“Oh my god,” she moans, and just the sounds she makes when she’s on the verge of an orgasm make me weak.
Ever since we met, I knew I was fucked. I knew if she asked me for something, I’d give it to her without hesitation. I knew that if I had to, I would burn down the world for Coraline.
Her arousal drips down her thighs, and I smirk. I grab it with my fingers, push it inside her, and pump it as her ass gets railed. Our skin slaps, and I give it to her the way she loves and desires.
Hard. Filthy. Dirty.
“So wet for me, sweetheart?” I pull my fingers out and suck on them, tasting her sweet honey and groaning from how good she tastes.
“Give me every drop of your cum, please. Oh!” she hisses, as I continue to stretch her ass slowly before I fuck her so hard she’ll feel my cock inside her when she sits down.
More blood rushes down at the thought of her swallowing it.
“Where, Coraline? Where do you want it? Your face or inside?”
Thrust.
“Inside me. Inside my ass, right now, Gavin.” She reaches over her shoulder and runs her fingers through my hair. God, my dick twitches whenever she’s so needy.
I slap her breasts, and she wiggles.
I implode. We both reach our climaxes at the same time. My dick grows harder and bigger as I pulse inside her. She continues to chant my name as I kiss her neck. I fill her ass up, as she continues to squeeze it, flexing over it as it throbs.
I would love to see her carry my child one day, but Coraline and I are happy just the two of us. Maybe, one day, in the future, we’ll come across that conversation again.
I spread her cheeks apart. My cum spills from her rim. Smirking, I collect it with two fingers and push it back in.
“This belongs inside you.”
She tugs on her lip with her teeth and purrs, gripping the tree tighter.
“Yes, sir.”
My cock stirs.
“Good girl.”
Coraline finishes getting dressed. She smooths out the wrinkles in the dark brown dress and smiles at me.
The sun is setting behind her, and the rays of burnt orange and yellow hit the golden flecks in her eyes.
So beautiful. I lift her into my arms, and she places hers behind my nape, coaxing.
Then she palms my scar on the chest. I will always gladly take a bullet for her and die happy knowing she isn’t harmed.
I can’t get enough of this woman.
I kiss her hard.
“I love you, Gavin,” she breathes against my lips.
I will never get tired of her saying those three words. I need to hear her say it every day of our lives together. I glance around me as she combs her hair with her fingers.
When my eyes find the mechanical bull I practice on, adrenaline bubbles through my veins.
Because of Coraline, I ride again. I practice again and truly live my life again.
I rode the bull for the first time since my injury because of Coraline.
She inspires me to live life to the fullest, even when the world seems against me.
I came to a realization. In the darkness, sometimes art is there to save you. Sometimes, it’s a person, and sometimes it can be a song. As long as you find something good to hold onto, that’s what matters.
Coraline did that for me. I left that cabin after years of reliving my trauma because I felt like if I left Alaska, I’d be leaving the only home I had left.
Coraline is my home now.
She hums sweetly and encases me with her arms. I hold her back tightly and press my lips to the top of her head.
“What’s going through your mind, Gavin?”
I smile.
“You, sweetheart. Always you.”
Gripping her face with both hands, I lock eyes with her.
“I fell in love with your art first. Then, I saw you and fell in love with your beauty. Then, I met you, and I fell in love with your soul.” I press my lips against her one last time before we head back into our home.
It’s a long walk. The smell of BBQ hits me, and my mouth waters.
The sun is setting, and golden rays shine across her beautiful brown skin.
We hold hands as we come out of the trees.
Her parents are inside, watching the football game.
Her family is my family now. I’m doing things with her parents I wish I could have done with mine.
I get to speak to her father for advice on anything and everything.
When I plan surprises for my wife, I call Cora’s mom, and she answers on the first ring.
And when her sister is around, we all laugh together.
“It smells good. Your dad should come every single weekend, if you ask me.”
She giggles.
Coraline stops walking. Her honey eyes widen as she stares directly at something beside me. It’s a spirit. Ever since she had her injury, she can see the dead. It explains why she thought my cabin was haunted.
Instead of reacting right away, I slowly stride toward her, giving her a short moment before I pry. She blinks slowly as she tracks it. Moving her hair to the back, I caress the small of her chin.
“Baby, what is it?”
“I see her, Gavin.”
“See who, sweetheart?” I ask patiently.
“Your mother. She’s here…with Merelyn,” she murmurs with a comforting half-smile.
“Is she saying anything to you?”
I always thought about this moment. If I ever saw my mother again, what would I say to her?
Ever since she passed, I have always longed to see her again in my dreams, but she never comes.
I whirl on one foot, hoping to see what my wife is seeing, but all I get is mesquite, trees, and the horses in the distance.
The grass is empty. No footsteps, no floating orbs she talks about. Everything seems normal.
“No.”
She grabs my hand and threads her fingers with mine.
“What are they doing?” I ask, worriedly.
“They’re okay, Gavin. They’re happy.”
I swallow the growing boulder in my throat. I cough, clearing it so I don’t lose it.
“She wants you to know that she’s proud of you. And that, she never left you. She’s always been with you, by your side through everything. Her presence wasn’t just in the cabin. She has always been with you and will always be.”
My brows furrow.
“I thought you said they can’t talk?”
“I did, but trust me.”
I nod, itching for a cigarette. I pat down my jeans because I don’t remember which pocket I put them in. Finally, I snag it out of my back pocket and light one.
She’s here. In Texas. With us.
My mother was the biggest reason why I couldn’t leave the cabin.
I always felt her around, and it was the place she died in.
We stand in silence, listening to birds chirp and bugs sing in the tall grass.
The grief doesn’t follow me anymore. We’re all going to die one day, and I will be reunited with Mer and my mother and introduce her to the most beautiful woman—my wife.
“Gavin!” Coraline’s father, Estaban, shouts. His mitted hand holds a plate wrapped in aluminum foil with an uncut brisket in the center. He has one foot out the back door and one still inside. “Coraline! Food is ready!”
“Let’s go eat.” She walks in front of me, the wind swooping through her long curly hair.
“I told you.” I smile, walking after her.
“Told me what?”
“My cabin wasn’t haunted. It’s just always been you haunting me.”
THE END