EPILOGUE
CREED
“Did you consider what would happen if the tractor rolled over on my leg and I was pinned underneath it all by myself out here on the farm?”
There was no point in answering. Apparently, she had about twenty more of these questions, all noted in her phone, to get off her chest. I just kept my eyes on the road and nodded every so often with a, “No, I didn’t think about that.”
My wound was healing up to the point where I felt like I could fuck her without splitting the stitches open. A fact I’d shared with my wife that morning. She said before we got down to any funny business that she still had to settle all her beefs with me.
What she didn’t know was that I would gladly sit in this truck and listen to her questions all the way into town and back home again.
Today was grocery day, and we needed something more in the cabinets besides Kraft and ice cream in the freezer. The truck bed was filled with our groceries, including extra apples and carrots for Peasy.
It was funny, but I didn’t think I would ever understand what it was in that moment, when I first spotted her up on that stage in the middle of town, surrounded by all those cowboys, something that hit me inside my chest and pulled me in her direction.
I remembered when I smiled at her the first time and she gave me the finger.
I’d thought HER.
Up until that moment, I’d never been a spiritual man, but if I had ever believed in anything outside of my control, I believed that we were supposed to be a team.
Partners. Together in life.
“Did you think about what might happen if Patch ran away and I had to chase him down and I accidentally got hit by a car?” she continued.
“That could happen even with me here,” I said, looking over at her as she was reading off her phone the list of questions she’d written down in my absence.
“No, because if you were home, Patch wouldn’t run away.”
“Fair enough,” I sighed.
“Did you think about the fact that if you never came back, I would probably never have sex again?”
“That just makes me happy, baby. I want to be the only man who makes you come so hard you roll your eyes back into your head.”
“Selfish,” she muttered. “Did you ever think about what might happen if-”
“Jules,” I said, cutting her off as I pulled up into the gravel area in front of the house.
On my list was to elevate the ground around our trucks a couple feet so they would always be parked on high ground. However, right now I had other priorities.
“Can we put the list away for now? You’re killing my erection and the only thing I want to do right now is fuck my wife. You can go back to reading me the riot act after that.”
She did that twisty things with her lips like when she was trying to fight her own smile. I fucking loved that expression on her face. It meant she was happy, almost in spite of herself.
My life’s remaining mission was putting that smirk on her face every single day until I died.
“Okay. Fine. I’ll put away that list. But I’ve got this other list, too…let me see. Oh. Here it is. Have you ever considered having sex on the hood of a truck?”
“Yeah. I have. In fact, I’m considering it right now.”
I got out of the truck after her, tossed off the coat I now needed to wear as the days were getting colder, and stifled a groan of pain as I lifted my wife onto the hood of the truck.
Luckily, she was wearing one of those long skirts today.
She’d told me when I first saw her wearing it that she was trying to expand her wardrobe, whatever that meant.
All I knew, was that it would give me easy access to her pussy.
Or maybe, that had been her plan all along.
Running my hands under that skirt, I wrapped my fingers around her hips and pulled her down so she was practically hanging off the hood, her legs dangling around my hips.
She cupped my face in her palms. “Missed this.”
I pulled my chain out from under her shirt. I liked to see it there on her chest. More than any ring ever would, it symbolized she was mine, because it hadn’t mattered how long I’d been gone, she’d been wearing it the day I came home.
I wanted to fuck her with my chain around her neck.
Unbuckling my jeans, I shoved them down my hips, moved her panties to the side, and slid inside her with one easy thrust, while she tipped her head back and sighed.
Now, I thought. Now, I’m home. And whether she believed me or not, trusted me or not, our vows felt truer to me than I could have ever believed when I said them out loud.
I was with her. My wife. My partner. My love.
From now until death do us part.