Lynn

"My car's gone," I say, only just realizing that fully as we stop in the driveway at the ranch. Of all the things that have happened, that's not the most important thing, not by far. But the fire we rode through burned off the last traces of what held me locked in my pain, the last charred pieces of it finally crumbling away. I'm finally free of my past. Completely and utterly. Finally able to live in the present.

The girl I was is back and I missed her so much.

"Yeah, but you're safe," Scar says, his eyes alight with all the fire we just witnessed, but none of its destruction.

"Thank you for saving me. Again," I say and smile at him. "I'm sorry for the way I acted towards you the other night. I love you, I've always loved you, and I need you in my life. I was wrong to send you away."

He grabs me and pulls me close. He's a rock—my rock— put on this earth to keep me safe. Just as I was put here for him. No matter what happens, that will always be true.

He stares so deep in my eyes I'm transported from this place, from this world even, into one where all is perfect, always was, always will be.

"I need you in my life too," he says and grins at me like maybe he has more to say. But I won't push him, and I won't pull him to me too hard either.

"Good, because you have me," I say and smile, cinch his waist in my arms to prove the truth of my words.

He laughs and wipes something off my cheek, maybe dirt, or maybe soot from the ashes that fell on us as we rode here, the ashes of my past. He's covered in them too.

"No, Lynn, you're not getting it," he says. "I mean, you're the most important thing in my life, and I was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. I love you, and I've loved you for a long time. I just didn’t realize it. So what I meant is, I need you in my life all the time."

What he's saying isn't romantic, isn't rehearsed and well spoken, probably isn't what every girl wants to hear. But it's exactly what I want to hear.

"I knew all that already," I say and chuckle. "I knew it before you did."

He shrugs. "I'm sure there'll be a lot more of that kinda thing down the road."

"As long as you catch up eventually," I chide, but smile at him afterwards, my winning smile, the one that never fails to make him look at me like I'm the only one worth looking at in the whole entire world. And he’s the only one who can make me smile this wide.

"We got some other catching up to do, " he says and kisses me before I can ask what.

But his kiss and his hug and his groping hands give me the answer quickly enough. I'm not far behind, and I would undress him right here, but we're in full view of the house.

"What?" he asks as I pull back, looking worried but kinda exasperated too.

I smile coyly and wink. "They can see us here and I don't want an audience. Let's go to that house of yours."

"Gotcha," he says and grins. "But the house is too far away, the barn will do."

He doesn't wait for my reply, just picks me up and carries me towards it like a cowboy might a farm girl for a quickie, but in reality, like a lover would the woman he can't be without.

By the time he sets me down next to the ladder that leads to the loft where we spent our first night together, the only thing I know is that I need him, need him naked with me, on top of me, inside me, with his lips pressed against mine. No part of me is reluctant, all parts of me are on fire for him.

He slaps my butt to hurry me up the ladder, but I needed no urging. Just as I need no urging to start ripping his clothes off as soon as he joins me.

"You're in hurry," he observes and laughs.

I nod and pull on his belt, which he then undoes by himself. I kneel before him, because I also need to taste him first. I feel so light and so free and so full of life I'm ready to burst, and that's the only thing that's missing right now.

He sees where I'm going with this, and needs no extra urging before he frees his already rock hard cock. And I need no extra urging before I wrap my lips around him, this first taste of him exploding inside me and all around me like a million birds taking flight at once, singing as they do.

I take more, savoring the taste, pull back, lick just the head like its a lollipop, only it's better, sweeter, divine. I bob back down, and he grabs the back of my head, groans as he feeds me more of his cock. The action is jarring, but the sudden shock of it releases another hot river of pleasure inside me.

We play like that together for awhile, me licking and kissing softly, him invading my mouth and my throat from time to time. Soon, we settle into a dance, each taking what we need from the other, each giving back exactly what the other needs.

He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulls his cock out all the way and makes me look up at him.

"I want some of that pussy before I come," he says hoarsely.

The way he says it is rough and uncouth, but his demand just makes me feel wanted, desired, needed the way no one has ever needed me and never will.

I stand up and move a step away from him, smile and pull my t-shirt off, then unhook my bra and let that fall too. I feel so comfortable standing naked in front of him, even more comfortable than I feel when looking at myself in the mirror.

"Don't stop now. Keep going," he says as he ditches his jeans without taking his eyes off me.

I do the same, unbuttoning my jeans slowly, but then getting them off fast. He's right next to me when I look up after kicking my jeans away. He grabs the back of my head and kisses me deeply, his other hand slipping into my panties. Before I can even draw a single breath, he has two fingers pumping into me as his thumb flicks across my clit. By then I don’t even need to breathe anymore, I just need this pleasure he’s giving me.

My whole body turns soft like jelly as his fingers keep up their assault on my pussy, and his kiss opens up glorious, sun-filled worlds I’ve never seen before, but which we'll explore together soon and forever.

But it all ends abruptly as he releases me and sits down on the floor. He leans against the wall and grins at me, his huge cock standing to attention.

"Get on, cowgirl," he says. "I don't want the hay prickling you, but I expect you to ride."

I wouldn't dream of doing anything else. But I still remove my panties very slowly, then walk up to him seductively, placing one foot in front of the other like a runway model or a cat, basking in the desire, the raw, pure need in his eyes.

He pulls me down into his lap as I reach him, the action abrupt and jarring, such need in it, I giggle. But that's cut short as he thrusts his cock into my pussy as soon as I'm straddling him. I scream out instead. Not in pain, in pleasure, which rose from high to nearly unbearable with just that thrust alone. And it just keeps on building as he keeps thrusting.

He's pinching my nipples, stroking my neck, groping my thighs and my ass, slapping it to keep me bouncing, the pain and pleasure of it blending into blinding bliss. I'm holding onto his shoulders, whimpering and moaning and screaming in no particular order, as I offer him my body that's already sparkling and crackling in anticipation of the explosion of pleasure I know is just beyond his next thrust. But it doesn't come, just keeps building and building, growing hotter, sucking up all the air in the room.

I'm slamming back, meeting thrusts now, riding him for all I'm worth, just like he told me too, just like I want to. He's entering me all the way, I feel his cock everywhere inside me, but my whole soul is concentrated on the burning center of the explosion we're creating. The one that will destroy the world, so we can remake it together. I hardly see his face, but I feel him with me. In this room as well as in spirit, we are one.

I meet his thrust one last time and the air whooshes as my orgasm sweeps over me. The pleasure burns hotter than wildfire, yet is sweeter than taking a breath after ages of going without. He keeps his cock deep inside me, as blast after blast of searing pleasure, of fiery bliss racks through my body, each more devastating, each better than the last.

"We have to do that again sometime," he tells me breathlessly later, once I finally find my mind, which got lost in the force of the explosion we created.

His cock is still inside me, but getting softer.

"Oh, we will," I say, take his face in my palms and kiss him, which makes his cock twitch back to life and start growing again.

One month ago, I'd be having panic attacks if someone mentioned sex to me. But maybe not, if I knew this is what they meant when they spoke of making love. Because this oneness, this is love and life in it's purest. I've wasted a long time running away from it, but I now mean to make up for all that lost time.

And as our kiss deepens and my heartbeat slows to the steady, happy rhythm it always has around him, time stands still. We lost none of it. The past doesn't matter, the present is glorious, and the future is open before us. We belong together and we have all the time in the world.

I'm his cowgirl, I'm his beauty queen, I'm his lover, I'm everything he needs me to be. And he's my knight in shining armor, my protector, my lover, my everything.

I'm softness and he's hardness, I'm gentle and he's rough, and together we make a perfect whole just as we are. Like ying and yang. Light and dark, night and day, beginning and end. Two parts that fit together perfectly. In all things. Always.