Chapter 25
Nothing can help deal with the loss of someone you love unconditionally. Leland and Lawson were right. We lost her a long time ago. I’m thankful that today, it doesn’t hurt as badly.
Victor has been nothing short of amazing. He and Mr. Withers secured an office space in town and have a few clients they are working with. Victor’s dad has been calling him nonstop. He’s talked him into a meeting while flying over from New York. Victor kept putting it off, saying that it’s not his problem, but eventually folded.
Today, while Victor has been up to his elbows in calls and emails, I snuck off to the garage where I’m sitting in the back of my car. My mind is lost in the present reality.
I grasp a cold beer between my hands when Victor pops his head in the garage, spotting me. He gives a worried smile until I hold up a beer.
“Grab a cold one and come sit.”
He disappears for a second, coming back with a beer of his own, and climbs in the back with me. He settles in next to me, taking a swig of his drink. With a soft sigh, he asks, “So, what are you thinking about tonight?”
I take a second to think about what I want to say. “Well, I wasn’t thinking about anything specific. Just random thoughts like how weird life is.”
“Yeah?” He looks at me, confused.
“For example, right where we are. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined I would sit here with you, of all people.” Ok, that sounded bad. I cringe at my words.
“Um, thanks?” He huffs a laugh, taking a sip of the amber ale.
“Hearing it out loud doesn’t translate well,” I have to admit with a nervous laugh. “What I mean is months ago, I would’ve never imagined being here. Back then, I didn’t think much further about life than past that present day. This all is so much more than I ever could’ve dreamed.”
He takes a sip of his beer. Knocking his head back on the leather seat, he looks at me with doe eyes. Specks of gold shine bright, mesmerizing me with such love. “Are you happy?”
“Beyond happy.” I rest my head on his shoulder. “Are you happy?”
Victor takes a big gulp of beer, shifting in his seat and I get nervous. “I love this life here with you. However, I am just a creature of habit and I want to make the money to support all this for us. It’s just that fear of failing. If this small firm takes off, then I’ll be beyond happy…”
“You know I don’t need this big house.” I try to reassure him.
“If anyone else said that, I wouldn’t believe them, but I believe you. This is just something that I want. I know you may not get it, but all this stuff is me proving to myself that I succeed. It’s been engrained in my DNA. In my family, we are not failures. We exceed any expectations.”
“So, what do you need from me?” I ask.
“You give me everything I need and more, Collins. I have to thank you for not giving me crap for the late nights or accusing me of pushing you to the side. I don’t know how you do it or sense it, but you are just perfectly you.” He gives a kiss on the top of my head.
“What do you need for the firm, then?”
“Well, first off, this final meeting with my dad. I’ve received a few interesting calls this week from the paralegals who are still working for my dad. Some stuff is going down with that deal where some investors have pulled out and clients have ended his firm’s services.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s just been stressful, but nothing I can’t handle. I just need to get past this hurdle.”
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Just, okay? You’re not going to annoy me with questions or need details?”
“No, I trust you.”
I down the rest of my beer and place it in the front cupholder. I turn my body, moving myself over his legs, straddling his lap. His body freezes for a moment, just watching my movements. Settling with him between my legs, I pull his beer, lean back, and place it in the other cup holder. His hands rub up my thighs to my pert ass, where his fingers dig into my back pockets. His hands encourage me to grind down on him. Facing him, his eyes glass over with lust, showing me how much he wants me. I love this feeling.
My lips seek his as my whole body lays against his. His hands caress up and down my thighs.
“I trust you are smart enough to decide. Leland trusts you too.” I kiss him again, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. His hands run up my back, pulling me closer. “I trust that you and I are strong enough and have enough faith in any outcome.” I kiss him again and pull away only enough to keep our lips gently grazing each other with my next words. “I love you so much. So much that questioning you doesn’t even cross my mind.”
Victor pulls my face to his peppering, sweet kisses.
“I love you too, Collins. You make it easy to love you,” he whispers.
I fall further into him, kissing him hard. I know he has been stressed with everything. He has been amazing at holding everyone up and now I want to do that for him.
I reach down between us and massage him through his pants. His body shutters at my touch and I can feel him immediately getting hard. I’ve never felt more confident and powerful as a woman than in these moments with him. My fingertips graze along the top of his worn jeans, then unbutton his pants and slide my palm down his toned stomach. My hand slips into his pants where his hard cock waits to be touched. The guttural moan encourages me further. I push myself off his lap while tugging his pants lower, exposing his glorious cock. My lips tease his tip and his arms stretch back to rest along the back of the seat. His breath is loud and anxious.
Ducking my head lower, taking him in one swipe, my lips take over every part of him. His moans come from deep in his throat.
“Oh, God!”
Every movement of my lips and tongue on his throbbing shaft makes his hips shift with need. He’s trying to resist bucking up to fuck my throat. Victor leans his body forward, and I feel his hands roaming over my back and through the back of my head. Gripping my scalp, hand shaking with need. His hips tease at the motion and just as I think he is ready for his release, he pulls me up. He’s franticly pulling my clothes from my body. It feels like everything is gone in one hot second. As soon as my shorts and underwear are discarded, he grabs my hips, pulling me back over him. We are both breathing heavily trying to move around in this back seat.
“This has always been a big fantasy of mine,” I admit as my body hovers over his.
“What is?” he asks me while he kisses my neck.
“Making love in the back of a Chevelle.” I moan.
I reach down, grasping his soaked cock to line myself up. Victor pulls me down over him, and I have to grip the back of the seat for stability. I whimper with pleasure. I take a moment to gather my breath. Feeling so incredibly full and aroused. Victor grips my hips, encouraging me to grind ever so slowly across his lap. This erotic feeling of fullness and my clit rubbing along his skin is sending me into a stimulating orgasm. Slowly moving our bodies together with every breathless gasp of air has us riding this high.
I grip his shirt, ripping it from his torso. Every single part of me wants to be skin-to-skin with him as I roll my hips against his skin. It’s too much, but not enough. I want more.
I push harder and deeper into him. His hands wrap around my back, stalling me and holding me in place. Before I can question what is happening, he bucks his hips, pushing deeper into me.
“Yes.” I moan into his lips.
There is no stopping him. I’ve given up any control at this moment, and I hit a high unlike any other. Sweat forms along my hairline. The back of this car is fogging up, and the air is full of the smell of sex. It’s such an erotic scene to witness and be a part of. Rolling my hips down into him to ride out my intense orgasm. He grips my hips harder, like a wild animal that can’t be contained he shatters all the walls.
“Fuck!” he yells as he follows my climax.
I continue slowly moving my body until both of our used bodies give in. Thoroughly used and satisfied. We take our time to come back to reality. I can feel his body instantly relax. Just what he and I both needed.
“Yeah, this car is added to the places where we have sex from now on,” he breathlessly states.
I giggle. “Whatever you want. Come on, let’s head to bed. You need to rest for the meeting tomorrow.”
“Not going to fight you on that,” he agrees. “You need rest too.”
“Why is that?”
“Because I need you there. I don’t like keeping things from you, and I want you to be my partner in life.” His lips trace around my jawline.
“You know, I’m okay for client confidentiality. I don’t need to know.”
“I know. I’d just like you there. Is that ok?”
“Then I am there,” I assure him, causing him to smile. His relaxed grin and playful eyes give me a feeling of pure euphoria.
We pick up our clothes and carry them inside. Tossing them in the laundry room as we pass. Climbing into bed, we lie in the quiet. My body curls up next to his, resting my head on his chest. “Fancy a new game of chess tomorrow after the meeting?”
His body shakes with laughter. “Challenge accepted. You are going down, Collins.”
“Only on you.”
His body stiffens and I can’t help the giggle fit. It’s fun to catch him when he doesn’t have a comeback.
“Fuck! Go to sleep.”
I am still laughing as I move my body closer to him. When I finally calm down, he is rubbing my back.
“Hey Collins,” he asks in a worried tone.
“Yeah?” I look up into his exhausted eyes.
“Would you stay if I had nothing? Or if I lost everything?”
It’s the underlying panic in his tone that has my heart calling to him, desperate to soothe his worried soul. “I don’t know why you would ask me that. I came from nothing. We can make it work no matter what, as long as we both want it. I want the good and bad with you.”
“I needed to hear that.”
“Are you okay?” I whisper into the darkness of the room.
“At this moment, I am on top of the world. Tomorrow can be another story. I’m ready for a fight.” Victor takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips. Gently kissing my knuckles.
I am overwhelmed with the love for this man. He is drifting in and out of sleep, and I know exhaustion is about to take over.
“When all this is over, I’m going to marry you,” he says, falling asleep.
I am stunned into silence as I hear his breathing leveling out. I’m sure he’s drifted off to sleep. Less stressed than before.
He wants to marry me. Me! The woman he first questions “Who would date you” now is confessing to wanting marriage.
My life is far from perfect and is not a classic story you tell your daughter about. Kissing a prince and becoming a princess, but with him, this man, I am the most treasured woman on the planet.
I whisper to him as his breath softly snores. “I’d love you if you were living in your car and had two cents to your name. I’d marry you if you had nothing to offer but ‘I’m proud of you’ and ‘I’ll love you forever’ statements daily. You are the better half of me.”
I hug him tighter tonight. Hoping and praying, he can feel the intensity of my feelings.