EPILOGUE
Three months later
– BALLARD –
If she keeps throwing “fuck me” eyes, I’m going to bend her over the back of the couch and fuck her hard.
I’ll spray my cum deep enough that if she coughs, she’ll taste me in her damn throat.
Fucking hell, it’s been a rough few months.
I’m not talking about my blue balls, but my woman isn’t very good when it comes to patience.
The injury she sustained from getting shot demands healing time with lots of rest. The first two weeks were the worst. The woman acts like she’s on hot coal, and it’s been a challenge to keep her either in bed or on the couch.
She’s been working for a few hours a day now for the past few days.
She got the all-clear from the doctor yesterday.
So, next week she’ll be back full-time, and it’s something she needs.
Helena loves her job as deputy sheriff, and she will able to take our dog Astro along with her if needed.
On the days she can’t, Astro is with me.
I’ve been working part-time at Stalwart Ridge Security. My main job is handing correspondence by email, doing administration, research, and a load of other things on the computer. I have my own office and can plan my own schedule.
We’re both off today and just got back from taking Astro for a walk along the river. Life has been damn good since she came into my life. I might complain about it being a rough few months, but I wouldn’t change a thing when it comes to Helena and me.
Thank fuck she’s completely healed and back to full-strength.
We haven’t had sex yet, and maybe it’s why she’s staring at me with lust-filled eyes.
These past few months have been all about her body healing.
It also gave us a chance to gradually grow our relationship.
Not only our friendship, but intimacy at a whole different level.
The things Helena went through before she came back into town left a mark on her. Not just her body, but her mind as well. I don’t give a fuck about the scars on her body. She’s gorgeous both inside and out.
I’ve felt the jagged skin of her scars with my fingers, but I haven’t seen them. My eyes were closed at her request the one time we had sex. She’s been cleared for duty, back to full health and completely fuckable.
Helena bites her bottom lip and is glancing at my denim-covered cock.
I want to order her to get her ass into the bedroom and keep the lights off.
The dark will free her from feeling self-conscious.
Or maybe I should suggest she blindfold me.
Fuck, that’s hot to make her take lead. At this point I’d be willing to do anything to feel her tight pussy wrapped around my cock again.
My throat goes dry when she suddenly grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls her sweater over her head. She takes a step toward me and kicks off her shoes. Another step, and she’s tugging her pants down. Socks, panties, and a bra...the rest is all skin.
I want to tell her how sexy and gorgeous she is, and I channel all those emotions through me as I hungrily stare at her. Her chest rises and falls and I can see the determination on her face when she reaches back and unclasps her bra.
It falls to the floor and her magnificent tits sway.
Fuck. I don’t even notice the lighter lines of the scars; all I see is my woman’s stunning rack.
More than a handful and I’m itching to touch.
My breathing stops when she hooks her thumbs into her panties and shoves them down.
She’s standing completely naked before me wearing a shy smile.
She’s taking a huge damn leap, gracing me with something personal and intimate, baring herself to me. It makes me want to give her something in return. Show her the strength she gives me.
For the first time I want to try. My lips part and I visualize the name, focus on my breathing, and push out, “Helena,” on a breathy voice that halfway breaks unexpectedly.
Her eyes go wide and my heart fucking skips a beat. A stranger might not have been able to understand what I said, but she and I know I almost fully voiced her name on a barely there whisper. But it was fucking there.
She closes the distance between us and crashes her lips against mine. I grab her ass and kiss her back with the same fire. Her fingers glide through my hair and she moans. The sound shoots straight to my cock and I need to be inside her. Right. Fucking. Now.
Kissing is something we’ve done daily. Heated, cock-hardening kisses that set my blood on fire. Not being able to fuck her has been torture for both of us. Especially because we had sex only once and knew how magnificent it was.
Maybe it’s the pumped-up longing after all these months, but I’m really getting the feeling this time will be better than the first time. I walk her to the couch and grab her hips to give her a gentle tug.
Helena pulls back and stares at me with a hint of confusion. I turn her to face the couch and press a hand between her shoulder blades. She sucks in a sharp breath, but follows my order and bends over the couch.
I smack her lush ass, watching it jiggle and love every inch of her skin. Meanwhile I’m tugging at my belt and shove my pants down to palm my cock. I step forward and let the pierced tip slide through her slick folds.
She moans and I feed an inch into her greedy pussy. Damn. She’s hot, slick, and sucks in another inch. To watch my cock spread her pussy wide open is magnificent. For a random fuck it might raise awkward questions about the jagged and barely there labia, along with the many scars.
All I see is the beauty of her desire and the person she is to me. A woman I hope to call my wife one day.
She throws a glance over her shoulder and I stare back at her with the love she sparked inside me. The woman who made me fall when I wasn’t looking for a relationship. At a time when I hated the word, she managed to poke a hole through my shield and wormed herself under my skin.
“I love you,” she whispers, and my next thrust falters.
It’s clear this woman knows my thoughts with one mere look. We’re connected, have chemistry, and have grown a friendship over time which gives us a solid foundation for the future. The shit we both went through, the darkness tainting our souls, and yet the mutual understanding binds our strength.
I lean forward and cover her back with my front. Putting my lips right next to her ear I take a deep breath and focus once more on the very words I feel rushing through my veins from the words she just gave me.
“Love you,” I breathe on a whisper, making it come out as a soft rasp and a slight break of the last word.
I’m pretty sure she’d be happy if I only gave her a letter because the smile she gives me, the tear sliding down her cheek? Yeah. Emotions are running high for both of us.
She pushes back on my cock and I thrust forward, taking her slow and deep while giving her an open-mouthed kiss.
Bliss. Our connection is solid, our lives are finally on track, and we’re both healing and coping with trauma from one day to the next. It doesn’t mean every day will be roses and sunshine. Life simply never is. The struggles and issues we face make the rare perfect moments stand out.
Like now as we both take pleasure, bare ourselves to one another, give and receive trust, and acknowledge the unique connection we create. She saved me, and she keeps saying I saved her.
She moans my name and I greedily swallow down the vibrations. I feel her clenching around me as she surrenders to the orgasm that takes hold of her. I can’t hold back and throw my hips forward one last time to root myself balls-deep inside her.
Hot cum spurts out of my cock, filling her to the brim. My head falls into the crook of her neck and I gently bite down. Damn. This wasn’t sex. It was making love. Intimacy, feelings, emotions, all stringed together.
It’s a taste of what lies ahead of us if we keep on building, keep on living the way we’ve been sharing our lives the past few months. A fucking promise of what we’re capable of.
Scars heal with the skin’s ability to become tougher over time. We are both survivors, headstrong, and don’t easily give up when life kicks us down. It eventually led us to where we are now. Together. Strong. In love, and ready to enjoy the rest of our lives.