Chapter Sixty-one
Mikkel
“Love is not something you find; love is something that finds you.”
~ Loretta Young
T he Elite Rides x Luxe Transports acquisition launch party exceeded all expectations, receiving overwhelmingly positive feedback. A few critics lingered, but nothing could overshadow the success, thanks to an incredible team.
I wore a sharp, tailored white suit that fit like it was made for me, paired with a fresh haircut Abigail had given me earlier. But no matter how put together I looked, it was Abigail who truly stole the spotlight—stunning in a long emerald velvet dress, the daring slit a bold contrast to the winter chill.
The ballroom buzzed with media personnel, interviewers, elites, politicians, and industry leaders. My parents had flown in for the event, and my sister surprised me by showing up—though she spent most of the night deep in conversation with Arnoldo about real estate law.
Laughter filled the air as my friends— my brothers —reminisced about my journey, turning the night into a celebration of not just success but the people who had been there through it all.
During my speech, I thanked everyone who made the night possible, and in my mind, I knew Morison and Sapphire deserved raises for all their hard work. News outlets like The New York Times, Forbes, Bloomberg, and Business Insider were in attendance, capturing every moment. The applause that followed marked the culmination of years of effort. With a toast and the clink of champagne flutes, the celebration of new beginnings felt complete.
At five in the morning, despite the chill, I stood on the private balcony, watching the sky. Suddenly, the balcony door slid open behind me. Abigail stepped out and joined me at the railing without saying a word.
“Everything okay?” I asked, turning around to face her.
“I felt you weren’t beside me, so I got up.”
I stole a glance at her. She was lounging in an oversized T-shirt, no bra, just a thong peeking out underneath. Her bare ass was on display, and damn, I was savoring the sight.
“What were you looking at?” she asked with a playful smirk.
“The sky.”
She nodded, sidling closer, slipping under my arm.
“Before dawn?” she asked, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“Your favorite time of day, isn’t it?”
She nodded again, a small smile playing on her lips. “Absolutely.”
I breathed in her scent—jasmine with hints of coconut, savoring the press of her body against mine. Slowly, my hand drifted to the thin fabric barely covering her backside. I cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her even closer and gently squeezing. Tenderly, I kissed the crown of her head, trailing soft, lingering kisses down to her ears and finally to her neck.
“Right now?”
I flashed a playful, wicked grin. “Only if you want to, amor .”
Her eyes darted around and she nodded. “Right here? ”
I leaned in closer, my voice a low, seductive murmur. “Right here.”
I moved my lips from her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth and fuck, she was intoxicating.
I pulled her closer, the height difference between us suddenly more noticeable. As we kissed, her hands roamed my body—one sliding up to my back, the other slipping beneath the hem of my boxers, gripping me firmly. Heat surged through me, my arousal intensifying as I hardened even more.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss and guided me back until I was pressed against the balcony rail. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers, she nuzzled my neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses down my body. She lingered on my chest, her lips warm against my skin, before continuing her descent.
“I want your cum down my throat,” she said seductively.
“You drive me crazy,” I groaned, my voice thick with desire. Just the sight of her before me left me aching with need.
Maintaining constant eye contact, she took my cock in her hand and brought it to her lips. Gently, she ran her tongue up my length, eliciting a low groan from deep in my throat.
“Don’t be a tease, Red,” I rasped, looking down at her through half-lidded eyes, “Be a good girl for me?”
She smiled and pressed a kiss to the tip. The way her smile reached her eyes told me lust was rushing through her veins as I bucked my hips against her lips. She took me into her mouth, and a deep moan escaped from my lips.
“Fuck,” I cursed, tugging her hair especially hard, making her moan involuntarily at the sensation.
“I love sucking you off,” she whispered as she teased the tip, her tongue deliberately lingering on the piercing.
“You’re so fucking good to me,” I rasped as she bobbed her head up and down, blowing me like her life depended on it. My honey-brown eyes hooked on hers as she sucked me off. My lips parted and my chest sighed with heavy, hot breaths .
I moved my hips in harmony with her mouth, and threw my head back in pleasure, hands buried in her hair, pressing her against my cock as I face-fucked her.
“Just like that, baby,” I said in between moans, picking up my speed, fucking her throat with deep thrusts. She choked but only sucked harder, flicking her tongue against my relentless speed.
My thrusts into her mouth grew erratic, pleasure coiling tight in my core. My grip on her hair tightened, my head tipping back as a groan tore from my throat. I was close— so damn close.
“Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you say it,” she said as her head bobbed up and down and the saliva dripping from her chin was an art to me.
“So fucking good,” I growled.
“Look at me,” I commanded, making her moan around my dick as our eyes met once again, and with a guttural groan I exploded into her mouth. She took it all, sucking me until the very end and swallowing every drop while I watched her.
“God,” she muttered.
“Stand up,” I whispered, still ready to go, feeling the lust immediately hardening my dick again.
My cock drifted from her lips, and she stood.
Once she was on her feet, I seized her arms and crashed my lips against hers—a full-blooded, hungry kiss.
As we broke apart, she gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Without missing a beat, I spun her around, positioning her to face the city. My hand found the small of her back, applying gentle pressure. She yielded, bending forward until her chin nearly touched the handrail.
I lifted the T-shirt she was wearing and tugged the thong down, exposing her pussy to the cold air.
I pressed up against her as she bent over the railing, my cock sliding between her legs and grazing her clit.
“ Please ,” she whimpered, the word dripping with desire.
Reaching around her trembling thigh, I brushed past my cock and slowly began to rub her clit .
“So fucking wet for me already, baby?”
“I’m always wet for you.”
My rubbing fastened, her breathing slowed to ragged pants and I dipped my head to suck her neck.
“Mikkel,” she breathed.
With a gasping cry that disappeared into the oppressive daze of dawn, she came all over my fingers.
We stood still like statues, as I waited for her to come back down to earth.
“You.” She gasped . “Surprise.” She panted . “Me.” She panted again .
Without any notice, I sunk into her pussy with ease. I saw her eyes roll upwards and her eyelids flutter.
“Oh s-shit,” she whispered, her body shaking.
I started to ease out of her, then in again—a slow, metronomic rhythm. Her head dropped, the effort of looking back at me no longer possible with the sensations she was feeling.
“I’m c-cumming again,” she choked out.
Her pussy gripped my cock like a hand as she twitched and jerked beneath me as an electric orgasm tore through her.
She shifted, toppled sideways, and ended up in the crook of my arm. We lay there, on the balcony beneath the sky, our skin slick with sweat. She draped her leg over mine. As the snow began to fall, we quickly went inside and curled up under thick blankets, the chill outside making the warmth of each other’s embrace even more comforting.
“I can’t believe we had sex out there,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear, “I loved it.”
“It was perfect,” I replied, running my fingers through her hair. “Just you, me, and the sky.”
She smiled, tracing circles on my chest. “Do you ever get scared?”
I traced the curve of her jaw, watching her expression soften.
“Are you scared, amor ?”
She let out a small laugh, almost wistful, and nestled closer, her fingers drawing soft circles on my chest. “Sometimes, yeah. Scared of us... of the future. What if we don’t get all the things we dream about?” Her voice trailed off, eyes searching the ceiling like she’d find answers written there .
I let her words settle between us, then tightened my arms around her, feeling the beat of her heart as it steadied mine.
“I’m not scared,” I murmured. “We don’t have to rush any of it. We have more than enough time. I’ll make all our dreams come true, don’t you worry about that.”
She exhaled slowly then she gave a small, rueful smile. “Time... But we’re not getting any younger, you know?”
I chuckled, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “True, but we’re building something here—something strong, and that takes time.”
She leaned into my touch, her eyes warm and shining. “You know, you make everything feel so much simpler,” she whispered. “Like you ease all my worries.”
“That’s because I know you like that I talk you through everything,” I teased gently, feeling her smile against my shoulder. “And because you know I’m always here, listening to everything you say, focusing on whatever you want or need. I’m forever here with you, baby.”
“I realize you say that a lot. Here with me, and not here for me.”
I pulled back just enough to look at her, my eyes soft but intense. “There’s a difference between the two.”
She tilted her head, studying me. “Do tell.”
I took a deep breath, my hand moving to cradle her face, thumb tracing her cheek with tenderness. “Saying I’m here for you is me offering you support from the outside, waiting to help if you fall.” My voice dropped lower, a gentle strength entwined through each word. “But saying I’m here with you? That’s me right by your side, living each moment with you. It means if you’re hurting, I’m in pain with you. If you’re laughing, I’m right there in your joy. “With you” means every heartbeat, every breath—I’m all in, right here. I don’t just support you; I share every part of this life, this love. I’m forever yours, every step of the way.”
Her gaze softened, eyes betraying the depth of my words. With a tenderness only she possessed, her fingers traced my face. “Before you came into my life, I forgot what it was like to feel this seen… to be heard…to be loved…to matter.”
“I think some part of me has always been waiting for you to slip away, like it was just a matter of time,” she continued, voice soft but certain. “ But you’re still here, thankfully and I love you.” She let out a shaky breath, pressing her hand to my chest, right over my heart.
A tear slipped down her cheek, and I brushed it away, but her smile didn’t waver. “I used to think love like this was too much to ask for. But you…” She took a breath, and it felt like she was looking right through me, into every part of me I’d only ever let her see. “You’ve taught me that it’s possible to be loved and known and still wanted every day. And I’m still here, right by your side, as with you as you are with me.”
I leaned in, resting my forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her words settle into my soul. Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was as steady as I’d ever heard it. “You’re my home, and I never want this love with you to end.”
I kissed her forehead. “It’ll get hard at times, but it won’t end.”
She nodded, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’m proud of you, by the way. Last night was amazing, baby.”
“I still can’t believe it happened.”
She looked up at me, her green eyes catching the first light of dawn. “I can, and as of last night, so can Forbes , People , The New York Times , and every other media outlet that came to witness your greatness, along with the thousands in attendance.”
I bent down to kiss her, our lips gently brushing. Her hand lay on my chest, above my heart, and I could feel it racing beneath her touch. “I’m overwhelmed,” I whispered against her lips.
“You’ve worked so hard for this. You deserve to be celebrated, and I’m forever proud of you.”
The sun broke through the snowy clouds, casting a soft, glowing light in the room as we smiled at each other.
I brushed a stray curl from her face. “It’s a new day,” I whispered. “A new beginning.”
She nodded, resting her head on my shoulder. “A new beginning,” she echoed. “And Merry Christmas, baby.”
“ Feliz Navidad, mi amor , 209 ” I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Here’s to many more Christmases together.”
She tilted her head up, capturing my lips in a kiss that felt like home. When we parted, her eyes shone with unshed tears. “ Te quiero, Mikkel, 210 ” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “ Más que nada . 211 ”
“ Yo también te amo, mi reina , 212 ” I replied, my voice thick with emotion. “ Más de lo que nunca sabrás . 213 ”
THE END.