“We did it, baby,” Ever says as I drive away from the event.

“Yeah, we did. Thank you for getting me through it.”

“Of course, are you kidding me? You did awesome, really awesome,” she says.

“Thinking of you naked helped me to only focus on you.” She smirks as I check my pocket, making sure I still have the key Sara gave to me.

“Whatcha looking for in there?” Ever asks and reaches for my pocket.

“Nothing, would you stay out of there?”

She frowns as I near our destination. I can see she’s starting to wonder as this is not the way to either of our places. “Where are we going?” she asks with uncertainty mixed in her voice.

“I have to stop by a project.”

“At this time of night?”

“Yes, baby, at this time of night.”

Shutting the car off as we are parked in front of the huge rundown waterfront building, I look out my windshield admiring the potential and then say to Ever, “Do you want to come in with me real quick?”

“Sure,” she responds and we get out of the car. Walking up to the door, I unlock it and let her in ahead of me. “Be careful,” I say, as I flip on all the lights for the lower level, watching her every move.

“Are you restoring this?” she asks.

“Maybe.”

Taking her hand in mine, I lead her through the open lower level and towards the back.

“Why did you bid on it then?” she asks me.

Opening the door to the shell of the kitchen, I cover her eyes with one hand and then turn the light on with my other. “King?” she questions me and I slowly pull it away.

She looks around at the remnants of what’s left and then gets wide eyed. “Don’t look at me like that,” I tell her.

She blinks and I ask her, “Could you imagine yourself cooking in here?”

“Did you buy this for me?” she swallows and I begin to panic, the events of what we’ve gone through in the past pouring down on me, and I remember to keep calm and explain everything to her.

“When I first looked at this place it was for restoration, honest to God. But… when I saw the size of this kitchen and the location, I couldn’t help but picture this being your restaurant.” Taking the key from my pocket, I dangle it out in front of her and she does a three-sixty look inside of the room.

“King, I don’t even know what to say.”

“You told me after we went on our first hike that if I wanted to buy you something it could be a restaurant…so here you go.” I hand her the key and she clenches it in her palm as I open my sketchbook and begin to draw a rough shape of the room. “Let’s plan it out. Tell me what you want and I’ll make a model of it for you and then you can decide if this is the place.”

“Baby, I trust your design skills, it’s not that…it’s…this is so much.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“I’m sure it costs a fortune.”

“Not to me.” I feel her slipping from my grasp, not liking the idea, and I ask her, “Is this kitchen big enough?”

“Of course, it’s huge.”

“Awesome baby, what do you see on this wall?” I ask and point to it. I can see the wheels inside her head spinning, imagining the potential in here, the same way I did. Then she says, “This is only a design, and you’ll talk to me before deciding anything else?”

“I promise.”

Her hands are locked together covering her mouth, and then she says, “I’d start with this wall. It has to go, that way, this walkout could be doubled in size.” I take meticulous notes, like my life depends on them. Listening to her every word as each idea turns into another and another and another. There is a smile spread across her face and I love it.

The translation of her vision is clear in my mind, like a painting and I can see that she wants this. Our visions blend together as she tells me everything she wants, and page after page after page is filled with notes and drawings. We are vibing off each other, creating a space, together. And when she finally stops talking, I finish what I was last writing and then glance up at her. Her dress is pooled in a pile of fabric at her feet and she’s chewing her bottom lip. Dropping my pencil and notebook to the floor, she sets the key down and I grab her, lifting her in my arms, kissing her with all I have as we stumble backwards, finally landing with her back pressed against the wall.

My cock throbs wanting to be inside her, especially after watching her get so passionate about the art of design and creating. “Fuck me, King,” she begs, rubbing her pussy against me. My pants and her underwear are separating us, angering me that I can’t just slide in.

Freeing my cock, she removes her underwear and then steps to me. My throbbing shaft is in the grip of my hand, my mind screaming one thing and one thing only, to claim her and fuck her until she comes.

She lifts her leg and I hold it up, nudging my way inside her. Once she fully surrounds me, I move like a machine, sending chills through my body. She cries out in pleasure as my fingers dig into her thigh. My balls slap her ass as I pump myself inside her, waiting on pins and needles for the moment she comes. Her hands are wound in my hair and for the first time being with her, the noise stops. The silence catches me off guard and I slow my movements to be sure of it. I’ve never found this solitude with anyone; my brain is consistently yelling harder, faster, more. She looks at me wide-eyed and asks, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, just enjoying you.” Gently I kiss her neck, nuzzling as I nip her skin, swimming in a sea of silence. Then slowly I begin to pump my hips, and her moans are like that of an angel, and all that I hear. I grunt, joining in the ecstasy as her tight pussy clenches me, pulling my orgasm out of me, without my control.

Cum shoots from my balls pouring inside her and her nails dig into my neck, shaking and whimpering as she comes right after me. My chest is heaving for air, the adrenaline rush she gives me is unlike anything I’ve ever known.

And I’m grateful after all I’ve been through, to have found Ever. She accepts me for who I am – she completes me – she makes my life whole.