Sixteen I Licked It So It’s Mine
Eris
I nvolving my brothers was something that made me nervous, but I knew they were the only ones I could trust. My girl wanted to try the mask thing, so I was determined to give her an experience she wouldn’t forget, and I have to admit... it was fucking hot.
I don’t believe I could share her, but games like this? The ones where I let someone I trust tease and rile her up for me before I’m the one who gives her release? Yeah, this I can do.
As we say goodbye to my brothers after a few hours of hanging out, I notice I’m clinging to her a little tighter than usual. To be fair, that’s saying a lot since I’m always all over her, but as much as I loved our fun tonight, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel possession pumping through my veins. We barely make it to her car before I’m dragging her into the backseat for round two, and after I fill her up one more time, I feel myself calm.
I just need the reminder that she’s mine. Fuck that, I need to know that she knows she’s mine, and I need it to be official.
I don’t say anything on the matter until we’re home and showered, but once she’s laying on the bed looking painfully beautiful, I can’t swallow these words anymore.
Somehow I know she’s ready to hear them.
“Was tonight okay, sweetheart? Was there anything that made you uncomfortable?”
“Heart attacks are generally uncomfortable, but other than that, nope. It was hot. I just immediately felt terrible when I thought someone else was inside me.”
She looks over at me and smiles softly, and I know right then I’m enough for her. “ You think anyone else could fuck you that good? Nah. Not even those duplicates.”
“Nope. That’s why you live with me and they went home alone,” she laughs. “Thank you for that, though. It’s definitely something I’ll remember until the day I die.”
“Me too,” I admit, nuzzling into her so she can rub my hair in the way I love. I don’t care how it looks, I’m forever soft for this woman. “Is it okay that I’m in love with you?”
I practically hold my breath as I wait for her to absorb that, the fear of her running in a completely different way so overwhelming my arms tighten around her so she can’t even attempt to move.
“Eh, I guess,” she says, but her tone is teasing as she curls into me a little more. “Is it okay that I think I feel the same?”
Nodding, I lean into her boobs and motorboat the hell out of them in retaliation. Her little “eh” scared the shit out of me for a second. “You better.” I move to climb on top of her even more, so she’s pinned under me with her arms above her head. “Now say I’m your boyfriend or you’re never getting out of here. ”
That’s not how I meant to ask, but it’s too late to take the words back.
“Boyfriend?” she repeats. “I wash your dirty underwear and you live in my house. I think that practically makes you my husband.”
“Nah, you’re not taking that proposal from me, woman. Say it,” I growl, leaning in a little closer. “Say you’re my girlfriend so we’re one step closer to making you my wife.”
She lets out a little breath that I swear could go either way, then nods. “Yeah, Eris. I’m your girlfriend. The word just doesn’t quite seem strong enough.”
I know exactly what she means. Girlfriend and boyfriend sounds like there aren’t any foundations yet, and we’ve been laying that down brick by brick every day since we met. She’s so much more than my girlfriend, but I’ll be damned if I don’t give her the experience of every stage with me. We have all the time in the world. “I know, baby. We’re so much more. You’re my person.”
Humming, she leans in to kiss me and closes her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds about right. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this connected to someone, or this... at peace. Thank you.”
Her words settle in my chest and make me smile as I press my forehead to hers. It isn’t a new one, but when I ask my next question, I’m looking for a much different answer than ever before. “Are you gonna run?”
“Who, me?” she asks, reaching up to touch my cheek. “Only when you ask me to. I’m not going anywhere, Eris. You’re stuck with me.”
“Thank fuck for that.” This time when I catch her in a kiss, I don’t feel any of the insecurities I had before. She’s mine now, and there isn’t anything in the world that I’d ever choose over her. “So damn happy you downloaded Tinder for me.”
“Yeah, me too. I was dangerously close to throwing my phone out the window when we finally matched, but the slog of assholes was worth it. I won the jackpot in the end.”
“You really did,” I tease. “I bet you were just waiting to find out what was wrong with me, huh? Jokes on you, I’m perfect.”
Rowyn shakes her head gently, brushing her nose against mine. “You’re not perfect and neither am I, and that’s the beauty of it. I already know that and I love you anyway.”
“Good,” I mumble against her lips. “I love all of you too. Even your funky baby toe.”
Her jaw drops. “What’s wrong with my baby toe?”
“Absolutely nothing. I love it just the way it is.”
Keeping my face neutral is hard, but she shoves me off of her and rips the blanket off to stare at her feet. “Which one?”
Chuckling, I drop down next to them and take them both into my hands, kissing each and every toe to show her I mean what I say. “I was joking. They’re perfect.”
Her giggle echoes off the walls. “No, you were right. That one’s kinda wonky.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” To fuck with her more, I flick my tongue out to lick it, surprised when I don’t feel even an ounce of revoltion.
The shriek she lets out is worth it, especially when she laughs after. “That felt weird, don’t do that.”
“Weird? So you don’t want my tongue on you now?” Climbing back on top of her, I lick her forehead instead. “Wanna know something funny? I fucking hate feet. Oh well, I licked it so it’s mine.”
She makes an adorably grossed out face, then sits up. “Will you stay here for a moment? I have something for you.”
“For me?” Collapsing onto the bed, I watch her as she stands and moves toward the door. “Wait, I can’t handle the anticipation.”
“You’ll be fine, you big baby. It’ll be worth it... probably.”
Disappearing, she leaves me in the bed alone for almost five minutes, then returns with something behind her back and a sheepish expression.
“You’ll probably think it’s lame, but whatever. Here.” She hands me a coffin shaped candle with a label on the side that reads Love in a Mausoleum. “It’s peach and cedarwood, for the sour peach rings and the cedar tree I passed in the cemetery the night we met. I know the name is dumb, but I’ve always been terrible at that sort of thing when it involves my own heart. I started it right after our first date as a way to remember you if you vanished on me, and I finally finished it.”
It’s so much deeper than some Halloween blanket and candy. This gift took time, required thought, and proves to me that she was just as worried about me leaving as I was with her. We may not have known what the hell we were doing the day we met, but somehow we both knew this had the potential to be something real. It’s the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, but how do I put that into words?
I’m still staring down at the candle as I think of all the gifts I’ve received in my life, and how all of them were one of three. She might think I kept being a triplet a secret from her, but in reality, I was keeping her to myself. For the first time, I had something that was solely mine, someone who was one of a kind, and as I close my eyes and inhale the perfect blend of peaches and cedar, I know nothing will ever come between us. “Thank you,” I whisper. It isn’t enough, so I clear my throat and try again. “I’ve never had something custom made for me before, baby. I — I fucking love it.”
I smell it again and flick my eyes to hers, finding a soft, understanding glow in them.
“I tried to make one that smelled like your cologne. I got close, and I know I got the notes right, but I don’t think it smells the same. The way it reacts with your skin and your natural scent changes it. I can’t replicate it.”
Fuck, she really does love me. Me .
“Guess that scent is just for you, sweetheart. You nailed this one.” I hold up the candle with a soft smirk. “The smell alone makes me want to chase you.”
“Yeah?” She climbs back in bed with me and hums softly. “Let’s take a raincheck on that. I think I’ve done enough running for the night.”
“Oh yeah, you’re not going anywhere tonight. You just confessed your love for me.”
I still love her more, but something tells me she’d have a good ass argument if I started one, so instead I kiss the top of her head and hold my girl close.
I don’t know much about fate, but she deleted that dumbass app minutes after we matched, and now we’re here... in love.
If that isn’t fate, I don’t care to know what is. I got all I need.