It's been almost a week since her episode. Every day we've spent together and every day I worry she's breaking. Ever since that damn trip to California she's been different, but I have to go to work. I've taken too much time off in the last couple months. I'd rather her just tag along with me like she's been doing lately but she's convinced she'll be okay here on her own today. It's not that I don't trust her; it's just that I'd rather be spending all my time with her as opposed to alone on the ranch.
“You're positive you don't want to come with? Toss on those expensive ass boots and get 'em dirty today?” I wrap my arms around her, still in bed because I'm having a hard time pulling myself out of it this morning.
She chuckles. “You know I prefer things just for looks, not actually getting dirty. And I'm sure.” She kisses my nose. “I was hallucinating the other day,” she mutters.
I clench my jaw because we're not getting into that this morning. She scared the hell out of me when they called me to come get her. I don't know what happened, but I find it hard to believe if Corey was here that he'd just let her be.
“But I'm pretty awesome to hang out with.” I push my lips to her neck and give her ass a squeeze. I know I'm not going to talk her into going with me, but it's fun tryin' to persuade her.
“Yes,” she moans, but starts pushing me back. “You are, but we aren't going to be one of those couples. I need to do things on my own...like play with Ginnie.” She doesn't look happy having nothing to do all day, but she could easily just come to the ranch.
“I do like the thought of you hanging out with my pet goat.” I huff, pretending to be annoyed. “Oh hey, we get to bring Simon home in a couple more weeks.” I grin at her and she rolls her eyes.
“We're going to have a bunch of kids, aren't we?” Her face cracks into a smile then she giggles.
“So many,” I growl, grinning and hopping out of bed. “I'm almost late. Brandt's gonna start bitching soon that he's alone out there.” I glance at the clock.
Brandt got so used to the early mornings with his dad on the ranch that now that Garrison's starting later Brandt gets lonely. Sometimes I feel like that's the only reason he hired me on.
“Grant should have been there a few hours ago. Those two can play together,” she mumbles, picking at her fingernails.
“You're pouting that I'm going to work.” I cock an eyebrow at her, stating the truth. That face and the picking at her nail polish is a dead giveaway and has been since we were younger. Some things never change.
“Who will paint my toes today?” She huffs. “I ruined my pedi the other day. And who will I sing to while making lunch? It's so freaking boring here, Tommy.” She chuckles, but it worries me because she means that. She needs to start working again. I don't want her hating this place.
“Have you thought about looking for a job?” I hate it the minute the words fall from my lips, because more than likely a job will take her away from here but I hate seeing her miserable and that's where we're headed if she doesn't find anything to do.
“I have my application out at a few places but walking away from Trenton...it just wasn't a good idea. Don't worry, I'll figure it out and then you can quit your job and let me take care of you.” She winks and I bark out a laugh.
“Sure.” I pull a shirt over my head. “I love you, Beany, but I'm seriously late.” I push my feet into my boots and glance over at her, still wrapped in my sheets and so much better looking than heading to work sounds. I curse and shake my head, walking over to her I bend down, bracing my arms on the side of her head. “Be good today.”
“I can't promise anything.” She kisses me softly.
Damn, walking away from her is hard. I let the kiss linger longer than I probably should, but tearing my lips from this girl proves to be more difficult the longer I have the permission to touch her however I want. I'm still not used to it, and I still feel like I'm going to wake up from this dream and return to the nightmare that is life without Affton. I'm taking my days as they come.
I pull onto the ranch ten minutes past seven. Brandt and Grant are standing in the barn when I walk in.
“What's goin on?” I ask, walking over to the workbench and setting my thermos down.
“Just got in from spraying the fields.” Grant grins and Brandt laughs, shaking his head.
“This idiot went and got the sheriff called on him because he was flyin' too close to the cars,” Brandt says, wearing a look that says he wants to laugh about it but since it's technically his employee he needs to stay stern.
“I had to get the border!”
“Don't do it again,” Brandt says, then pauses before letting out a chuckle. “I’m headin' out to the far end of the property to check on the fencing after the storm last night.” He nods at me and dips out of the barn.
“You would fuckin' have the cops called for being a dick crop duster.”
“You know the only reason I went into this gig was because of that title.” Grant laughs aloud. “My mama would be so proud of me.”
“God rest her soul,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Hey, we're thinkin' of getting the crew together for a bonfire this weekend. You want in?” I ask Grant as I grab the few things I'll need for the day.
“I don’t know. Maybe. Depends how drunk and fucked I planned on getting that day.”
“Well, you know I can help you with both. We’ll have some drinks then fuck Affton.” I shrug.
“I’d feel really bad if she tried leaving you for me. You sure we should keep doing this?” He grins and I narrow my eyes at him, punching his shoulder.
“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble.
“I’m kidding.” He laughs and shoves a pair of gloves in his back pocket. “But how’s that working out? She still cool with it?”
“Uh, yeah.” I shrug. “No complaints.”
“You think we’ll ever advance to adding a second girl?” His eyebrow quirks and I pause in thought.
“I don’t know.” And I honestly don’t, but if she wanted it, I’d do it. “I’ll feel her out.” I glance behind me then give him a shove. “Now get the fuck out of here before someone hears us.”
“I’m gonna go dust the sheriff’s car for that ticket he gave me.” He laughs on his way out of the barn.
I get to work and can't seem to keep Affton off my mind for more than three minutes at a time. I fucking miss her. My phone rings in my pocket around lunch time and I smirk at her name on the screen.
“You need me to listen to you sing to yourself while you make lunch?” I smirk, chuckling when Brandt laughs on his way out of the barn.
The sound of her shaky exhale makes me freeze. The fact she doesn't laugh or respond right away starts to make me nervous.
“I just spoke to Douglas. My lawyer.”
“Yeah?” I lean back against the workbench, pulling my hat from my head and rubbing over my hair. “What'd he say?” Nothing's been resolved with her soon to be ex-husband. This whole thing is taking way too much damn time.
“I can get the divorce finalized,” she says quietly. That's good, right? Why doesn't she sound happy? ”But I have to go to court and there's a possibility he'll be there. If he doesn't show up, I can take him for anything I want. Which is nothing,” she quickly assures. Oh. Well that's fucking why, I guess. “But he has to be given the option to show up and counter what I want. I'm not trying to take anything from him, but he can try and come after me for something. Everything's separated. Finances and income. But bottom line, I have to go or I can't get it finalized.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and press my palm to them. This is the last news I wanted to hear from her. They can't just do this all online? It's the age of computers! Why the hell would she need to appear in court for this? He's the asshole that isn't doing what he's supposed to!
“So you have to go back to California?” I manage to say through the rage building inside. The last trip was stressful enough and she damn hallucinated about him when we got back. But this? Letting him walk into the same room as her? Fuck.
“Yeah,” she whispers, breaking a small piece of my heart because she sounds utterly terrified.
“When?” I glance around the barn and my mental checklist starts ticking off everything I need to get done around here before we leave.
“I need to know your schedule. I'm sorry, Tommy. If you can't come, I'll...I'll be okay, but I'll try and schedule it around your work schedule if you can come.”
“I'm going with you, dammit. And I'm not letting you out of my sight, Bean.” I huff, rubbing my head and tossing my hat back on. “I can leave day after tomorrow. How long we talking? A day?”
“Hopefully. I'll call Douglas back and see if he can pull strings to get this taken care of. I'm hoping in and out. I'd prefer not to stay and I'll pay Grant extra if he can fly us in and out the same day. Shit,” she huffs. “I'm disrupting all your lives. This is stupid,” she mutters like she's talking to herself and I don't need her getting the idea to do this alone.
“Hey, stop,” I say, starting to pace the barn. “I'd do anything for you, Bean. I love you, so you're going to have to accept whatever help I plan on giving you. And Grant will gladly take all your money.” I chuckle. “As soon as you hear back from your lawyer let me know and I'll get it set up with him, okay?”
“I could maybe ask Bo to go with me.” The tone of her voice doesn't sound like she wants to do that. “I'm not your responsibility. I can't expect you to take off work for this.”
“You're not askin' your damn brother!” I bark, then let out a huff. “I'm going with you. End of story. And Grant's not taking off because you're paying him. Technically that makes you his boss so you can't feel bad about that.” I sigh. “I love you, Beany.”
“Thanks, baby. I love you too. More than you know.”
She ends the call and I stare at my phone screen at the photo of us we took a couple weeks ago when we were at the water's edge, day drinking without a care in the world. Well, we were full of cares, but we were living in the moment. Now all it seems we're doing is trying to keep our heads above that water. I'd do anything for Affton, and I pray to God she knows that. I know she's not going to be happy here for much longer...not even with as much as she says she loves me. Love can do wonders, but it can't make her stay and that thought alone terrifies me.
*
“In and out, Bean.” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles while she stares out the airplane window. “Grant promised we'd be home by bedtime, just like last time. And we already know he's not going to kill us. And after today...” I pull her chin to look at me. “You're free,” I whisper.
She stares me in the eyes, not saying anything for a few minutes. “Douglas texted,” she whispers. “Corey's going to be there.”
I take a minute to push down the pure hatred for the man, mostly so I don't blurt out in detail how I'm going to dismember the fucker if he even so much as looks at her wrong today.
“Okay,” I say, nodding. “It'll be okay. We'll be in a courtroom. He can't get to you. And I'll be right by your side. Grant too. You'll be flocked by two tall, very scary looking cowboys.” I try to grin at her but it feels strange smiling at a time like this.
I honestly didn't think he'd show. But now? Fuck, anything could happen.
She turns her head to look out the window again and I sigh, gripping her hand tight in mine and resting my head to the back of the seat. She's silent the rest of the flight and as we're grabbing her briefcase from the overhead I pause and rest my hand on the small of her back.
“Beany,” I whisper.
She's thrown up every wall she has for today, and I get it, but she's not about to lock me out. She turns her head and looks at me, seeming like she mentally checked out.
“Hi.”
“H...hi.” Her head shakes slightly and she turns her body to face me. “Hi,” she says again, her hands grabbing my face. “I love you.”
“I love you, Bean. We'll get through this. Together. You hear me?” Her head nods. I push my lips to hers, wanting nothing more than to be back in my bed with her but we're not. We're in California about to sit in a room with the fucker that fucked my girl over and I've sworn to everyone back home that I won't end up in jail today.
“Let's get this show on the road,” Grant says, ducking out of the cockpit. His eyes hit Affton and his usual immature demeanor is completely gone. “You ready?”
“Yeah.” She nods confidently but I know it's not real. “Thank you for doing this.” She squeezes his arm then moves around us.
He gives me a look and I shake my head, because no, she's not ready for it. How can you ever be ready for a day like today?
At the courthouse her lawyer's already standing outside waiting for us.
“Is that typical?” I ask, gripping her hand tight as we walk.
She pauses and glances down where I'm refusing to let her go and her eyes hit mine. “We're friends,” she whispers, wiggling her hand loose. “And I need people to think that about me and you. I'm so sorry.” She moves quickly to get ahead of me and greets her friend with a hug.
“Chill,” Grant says, keeping step next to me but glancing up at the massive building. “She's technically still married, Tommy. You can claim her the minute those papers are signed today, but for now you gotta play the friend card.”
I clench my jaw. They're both right, but I fucking hate it. As we approach Affton she's wearing that perfected fake smile she learned to wear over the years she lived in this fucking city. I smile at this lawyer friend of hers and my mind forces me to wonder whether or not she's ever fucked him. But I have to remember she's been married, and to her friends, they all thought it was a happy marriage.
“Douglas, this is my friend Tommy. And my friend and personal pilot.” She chuckles and gestures to Grant. “Grant.”
Douglas gives me a firm but quick handshake before Grant then turns to her. “He's already in there, Affton. Let's not give him reason to get irate okay?”
“He won't,” she quickly claims and my eyebrows pull high. “He's not like that.”
I scoff and her eyes fly to mine. I shake my head because I don't know what's safe to say in front of this lawyer, but she better not turn back into that girl when we get in there. She's grown a backbone since she left this place. She knows what he did is wrong and she's fighting against it. I'm terrified the minute she sees this Corey fuck-head that'll be the last of that.
“Hey, are guns allowed in here?” Grant asks, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his boot heels.
“No. We have to go through the metal detectors.” The lawyer points. “I'd advise you not to attempt to bring in any weapons. Perhaps you two should wait out here?” He glances at Affton.
“Oh, I'm not stupid enough to bring one,” Grant says, laughing. “I just mean that fucker probably is so I'm just making sure he doesn't have a one-up on us.”
I glare at him, trying not to tell him to keep his ass down here because we do need him in there.
“Grant.” Affton glances at him. “Please keep quiet and look pretty.” She looks at me but she wouldn't say the same to me even though I know she's thinking it.
“Can do.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows at me. “I'm pretty.”
“Shut up,” I grumble, shoving him back a step. “Can we get this over with?” I don't know why I'm suddenly so nervous. I'm not the one about to battle my biggest nightmare. I'm just the one about to rip someone's eyeballs out of their sockets.
We head inside and wait for the elevator. Affton's lawyer friend is talking to her, going over everything, and I'm trying to follow but there's so much information to take in that by the time we're all in the elevator the tiny room feels ten times too small for the four of us. I stand behind her and give her hand a small squeeze once the doors close. She squeezes back just enough to let me know she's still in there, then drops her hand from mine and brings it to tuck hair behind her ear.
Grant and I follow the two of them into the courtroom and the minute the doors open her whole body goes rigid. I know what's got her so upset the minute I see the shit-eating grin on the dead man's face.
“I'm right here,” I whisper at her back.
She stands up tall and looks like she's moving stiffly but the look on her face doesn't give anything away. No one in this courtroom except us and Douglas know the extent of what this fucker's done to her. Everyone else in here just thinks she wants a divorce.
We walk to the front of the room and the two of us take a seat in the first row of benches while she heads to the judge with her lawyer. I keep my eyes trained on Corey the entire fucking time she's up there and he must sense it because he glares right back until his lawyer takes his attention away. Watching Affton go through this hurts. I couldn't wait for all this to be over, but watching her struggle through today when there's no one else in the room that even knows how bad she's struggling is the worst fucking feeling. She's stiff as a board, her voice is way too precise, and the slight tremble in her hands is about to give her away.
We sit in the courtroom for five hours, listening to both sides, fighting it out, but ultimately Corey fucked himself over when he didn't address the papers she served him so when the final word is given and Affton's officially a free woman, I feel like I should feel more relieved than I do. And she definitely should look more relieved than she does. I want to wrap my arms around her, but she's got so much paperwork to sign and things to finalize with the lawyer that even once the courtroom is pretty well empty we're still sitting here waiting.
“I'm gonna go find a bathroom,” Grant mumbles, standing and heading out the door.
I glance across the room to where Corey was sitting and realize he's been long gone and can't help but smirk. We're almost in the clear.
She looks at me and there’s still no trace of relief. “If you want to wait outside, I'll get all this handled and meet you out there? I feel like we've been here for days.”
“I'm okay,” I say, crossing my arms in front of me and relaxing back on the most uncomfortable wooden bench I've ever fucking sat on. “I'll stay, thanks.” I’m not leaving her side today, that's a promise I intend to keep.
A small smile lifts her lips and she gives my knee a brief squeeze mouthing the word, “Thanks.”
It takes another thirty minutes before the lawyer friend realizes he's late for another meeting. I stand when they start shoving the paperwork into her briefcase and stretch out, glancing around the empty courthouse.
“Damn, last time I cleared a room I was way more drunk than this,” I mutter, trying to lighten the mood and see my girl smile but I don't get it. All I get is a small eye roll from her but I'll take it. It's some type of response.
We head out to the hall to wait for Grant who apparently got lost on the way to the bathroom because he's still not back. When my eyes hit Corey standing in the far corner of the hallway my hand immediately grabs Affton's.
“Come on,” I say, trying to drag her to the elevator. “I'll tell Grant to meet us out front.”
She hasn't noticed him yet and we almost make it to the elevator before he calls her name and she freezes like he's put a trance on her. She slowly turns around.
“Af, wait up.” He jogs toward us, his eyes focused on my hand holding hers and I want to shove my fist through that pretty boy face of his.
“Beany,” I whisper, my eyes searching hers frantically. We were so fucking close. The elevator dings open and I glance at it, stepping toward it. “Let's go home.” Please. Please don't make me do this.
“Af.” When he steps toward her, he jerks her arm to release her hand from mine and I snap. Growling, I grab the collar of his shirt to shove him back but she makes a noise that halts me.
“Tommy, don't,” she quietly says, sounding like she could cry so I back off, trying to grab her hand again but she curls it into a fist.
“You whoring around on me? That why you want a divorce?” His voice is calm but I can see the crazy in his eyes.
“She wanted a divorce because you beat her, fucker,” I growl, tightening my fists at my side and feeling my heart attempting to fly out of my chest and bitch slap this asshole. “Affton, let's go.”
She tries to turn but he grabs her shoulder and this time, she puts her hand to my chest before I can even react. I’m sure she can feel the adrenaline pumping through me. I'm fucking shaking, wanting to get at this asshole.
“Just give me a minute,” she tells me. “Corey, just let it go,” she whispers. “No one will know anything.” When she tells him that, he glances at me, a sly smile slowly spreading his face.
“Know what, Af? How you've been verbally and physically abusing me for years? I'm not sure I can keep quiet about that abuse. You made me look like a piece of shit in there. I need to clear my name.”
Her eyes close and I want to murder him. Right here in the middle of this fucking building, I want to reach out and slice this asshole's throat. My jaw hurts from clenching it so tight, knowing if I say anything right now it won't stop until I'm sitting in prison for murder. How fucking stupid was I to think that the official divorce would be the end of this?
“Do what you have to do,” she quietly says and opens her eyes.
“You'll never work in the business again, Af. You've royally fucked yourself and for what? Some uneducated, talentless fuck?” He looks at me. “You've always been a fat whore and you always will be.” When he reaches out to touch her face, she flinches back and I can't take anymore.
“Fuck you,” I blurt, shoving him away from her, my breathing heavy and I'm suddenly trying to remember why I promised I wouldn't kill him today. “Affton, get in the elevator,” I growl, eyeing Grant walking toward us. My eyes hit Corey's then scan the hallway, noticing the guards on high alert because I probably look like I'm about to start world war fucking three over here. “You're nothing, you know that right? Without her? You're nothing, and the only thing you're pissed about is the fact you don't have a ragdoll to toss around anymore. You're a lucky fucking man today, Corey, because the only thing stopping this uneducated, talentless fuck from fucking you up is that guard with a stun-gun over there.” I nod to the guard. “Stay the fuck away from her or you'll be sorry. I can promise you that.” I'm fucking shaking from holding myself back from getting at least one good swing in.
The elevator doors are dinging because Affton's been holding it open all this time, but I don't budge from my spot until Grant walks by and nudges my shoulder, heading for the elevator.
“You're done in this business, Af. And these hicks won't keep your fat ass around either.” He chuckles and puts his hands in his pockets before turning his back and walking away.
When I get in the elevator Affton's paler than I've ever seen her and she looks like she might get sick. My stomach drops when his words register and the look on her face says it all. She heard him loud and clear, and even though he's dead fucking wrong, all she heard was what he said.
The doors close and I immediately bring my hands to her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. I need her back.
“Hey,” I whisper. “It's over and I'm so fucking proud of you, Beany.”
She blinks a few times and her head starts to lower but I make her stay focused on me until tears break through and I pull her to my chest. I hold her until the doors ding open, then keep my arm around her all the way to the waiting car that Grant must have called for. She cries into my shirt the whole drive back to the plane and when the wheels are finally up and we're finally out of this fucking city I can relax. I rub her arm, breathing deep because she did it. She finally stood up to the man that made her life a living hell for seven full years.
“I'm proud of you, Affton,” I whisper. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Thank you for never giving up on me.” She wipes at her face before leaning over to kiss me. “I love you too.”
“I'm never giving up on you, Bean.” I kiss her again, each time our lips press together a small part of me starts to relax more. The farther we get from California the more I sense it in her too. “And you're never getting rid of me either.” I want to address everything he said to her, and how fucking wrong he was, but it's too soon. She's just now calming down from it and it's been well over an hour ago.
With a chuckle she wipes at her face with a tissue before leaning her head back and closing her eyes, her grip on my hand tightening. She's pretty much silent the rest of the flight and falls asleep on my shoulder minutes before we land. It's been a long fucking day for everyone.
“Thanks for today, man,” I tell Grant as we're all heading to our cars, finally back home. Goddamn the air even smells better here.
“Any time.” He waves us goodbye.
I turn and look at Affton who hasn't said more than ten words since landing and wrap my arms around her tight. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you,” she matches my whisper and wraps her arms around me.
“Let's go home, Beany.” I press my lips to hers before popping open her door and letting her up in my truck.
The minute we walk into the house I breathe a sigh of relief. We're back. And it's over. I watch Affton walk to the couch after kicking off her heels and dropping her bag on the table. She sits down and stares at the fireplace silently and I groan, hating that he got to her like he did. It was up to me to keep her safe and away from that bastard and I fucking failed her.
“Hey, you want some wine?”
Without looking at me, she shakes her head no as she pulls her legs up onto the couch.
“You hungry? We skipped dinner, I can make something for us.” I open the fridge and take stock of what we've got before glancing out at her since she hasn't answered yet. Another shake of the head for my answer. I huff and walk into the living room, standing in front of her. “What's goin' on in that pretty little head of yours?”
Her eyes finally meet mine and she stares at me until I sit down. “I will never get another job in fashion again,” she quietly chokes out and her eyes drift away. “And he's going to tell people I had an affair.” Looking at me again she says, “With you.”
“He won't. You've got too much on him, Bean. He's not that stupid, it was just an empty threat to freak you out. He likes that control over you, but he knows you have pictures and proof of what he did to you. He wouldn't be that stupid.” I rest my hand on her thigh. “You'll find another job.”
She closes her mouth and nods as she focuses on the fireplace again, just wanting me to shut up. I sit back on the couch and pull her hand to mine, mimicking her posture and staring at the same spot. If this is what she needs then I'll give this to her. At least until tomorrow when I fully expect her to snap out of this. It makes me rage knowing that one conversation with that fucker turned her into this. One conversation! She took seven full years of that!
We sit in silence on the couch, her hand in mine tight and my thumb rubbing hers, for almost a full hour before she stands and puffs out a breath of air. I watch her carefully, afraid to make a move she doesn't like because I seem to be pushing for all the wrong things tonight.
“You are someone I've trusted my entire life. And I know you, Tommy.” She clears her throat. “What's going to keep you around for the long term? Why would you settle on me and give up anyone you could possibly want?” Her eyes are swimming in tears and I'm at a loss for fucking words. She thinks I’m settling? I've waited my entire life for this girl.
“Affton,” I say, standing and stepping toward her. Bringing my hands to her cheeks and swiping away her tears. “Baby, I've been waiting on you to come home our entire adult life. There's literally nothing and no one else in this world I've ever wanted more. You've always been my future, Bean.” I search her eyes. “Always.” She tries moving her head but I don't let her. I need her to accept this as it is. A man that's been madly in love with the most beautiful girl in the world for too long not to have her. A man that will never stop loving that girl.
“You're settling,” she whispers. “I'm damaged goods, Tommy.” With an annoyed chuckle she wipes at the tears rolling down her face. “And now I have no career. I'm an overweight, mentally damaged, career-less, divorced woman in my mid thirties. What a catch.” She looks at me again.
“Fuck, Beany,” I huff, shaking my head and swallowing the knot in my throat that's threatening because she's never been so low on herself before and it's all fucking Corey's fault. “Baby, I don't give a fuck if you don't have a job. You'll find one, and you'll rock it. Your career ain’t ruined.” I swipe at her tears. “And you're not mentally damaged. You've been through a fuck ton and you're still standing. The strongest woman I know is standing right in front of me.” I smirk and slide my hands down her arms, then snake them around to her ass. “And please don't talk about your body that way. I, for one, love this fucking body. I'm not settling, Beany. I'm finally going after what I've deserved my entire life. What we've both deserved.”
“I love you.” She touches my face. “I just don't want to be anyone else's mistake.”
“You'll never be a mistake to me, Affton. The only mistake I ever made was letting you leave this place without telling you how I felt all those years ago.” I pull her to me and push my lips against hers. “The days of me not letting you know how I feel are over, Bean. You're going to get real tired of me professing my love for you.” I smirk and kiss her again, gripping her ass tight.
“I doubt that.” She chuckles and wipes at her face. “I've got so much to work on but I promise I'll fix everything that's wrong. In my head. In my life. So I'm ready for the long term.”
“I've been ready for the long term for years now, Bean. I'll wait as long as it takes you, as long as you don't forget that this,” I say, taking her hand and bringing it to my heart. “It's always been yours. And it always will be.”
“I don't deserve you.” She pushes her lips to mine while her nails slide into the back of my hair.
I moan into the kiss and walk her back to the couch, sitting down and forcing her to straddle me. Her skirt hikes up and my fingers dig into her thighs when she grinds down on me. Our tongues dance and my dick is straining in these fucking pants the more she rocks her hips. Her nails drag on my scalp and my fingers slowly start unbuttoning her shirt. I break the kiss long enough to get incredibly annoyed at this shirt, then rip the buttons off in one swoop and smirk at her.
“Never wear a shirt that makes me work so hard to get to these tits, Bean.”
“I made that shirt,” she pants, slamming her mouth to mine again.
“Looked good on you. You can make another one.” I moan, cupping her tits in my hands and nuzzling my face in them. “Fuck me, I love your tits.” I chuckle, then pull the cups of her bra down and can't tear my eyes from her nipples. I drag my tongue over them, flicking the hardened peaks.
She moans and arches into my mouth, then rocks her hips on me again, making me groan. My eyes lock on hers and my hand trails under the hem of her skirt, pushing aside her panties to find her soaked for me. She wiggles to rub against my fingers and her eyes close for a brief second. Goddamn she's beautiful right now. Her cheeks flushed, her nipples hard as hell, and her pussy begging me for more. I sink my fingers inside her and she moans, grinding on my hand. My teeth latch onto her nipple while I curl my fingers inside her, her pussy tightening around me. Her hips pivot and her breath comes in short, heavy pants. My palm rubs against her clit while I play with her, my fingers massaging that one spot that's always driven her crazy. She's breathing heavy when I push my lips to hers, bringing my free hand to tease her nipples.
She rocks her hips back and forth, grinding against my palm, and a moan escapes her mid-kiss.
“I'm close,” she pants, cursing and resting her forehead on mine.
My fingers curl and massage her relentlessly as her pussy starts to tighten. I slide her hair out of the way, nibbling small kisses on her neck.
“Come for me, Beany,” I whisper, sucking my way down her flesh.
Her back arches and her body shudders, a noise escaping her that's sexy as fuck. These jeans are so fucking uncomfortable right now with how hard I am. But when she comes on my hand and soaks my palm, her whole body going rigid before her thighs tremble around me, I forget about my situation and focus solely on her, forcing her orgasm out of her.
“God, you're so fucking hot,” I murmur, slamming my lips to hers as she grinds against my hand, riding out her orgasm.
“I need you in me.” She frantically pulls at me. “Right now.” Her hands yank at my jeans before she slides off my lap and shoves my pants down my thighs.
Without wasting a second, she wraps her lips around my cock and both her hands wrap around the base. She sucks while pumping, her eyes hitting mine before her mouth releases from the tip then her tongue slides over the head.
“Up,” I manage, even though her mouth feels amazing on me, I need inside her. She stands and I pull her down to my lap, sinking myself inside her as she lowers herself over me. “Fuck, Bean.”
It takes everything I have not to take over, but the way her tits start bouncing in my face when she starts riding me...fuck. I grip her hips, slowing her down because at this speed I'm going to finish within the next minute and I need this to last longer. She grins and slows down, my eyes flicking down to her pussy, watching my dick sink inside her, over and over again.
“You're so fucking wet,” I murmur, bringing my thumb down to play with her clit. She gasps, ending with a long hum as she rocks back on me faster. “I'm not gonna last, Affton,” I huff, cursing because she feels too good.
“Come for me.” She kisses me softly, pushing harder and angling me deeper, her hand slapping over her mouth as she muffles a scream. “Fuck, Tommy, fuck, fuck. Come, baby.” She kisses me again before her eyes squeeze tight and her thighs start to shake while her orgasm makes her movements less fluid and her fingernails dig into my shoulder as her hips keep rocking.
“God,” I huff. “Fuck, Bean!” My orgasm spirals out of control, spots speckle my vision and my hands grip her hips tight as I slam into her, arms weak and panting I slam my lips to her hard, letting out a moan and holding her tight to me. “Fuck, Affton. Fuck.” I pant.
“I love you,” she moans, her head resting on my shoulder.
“I love you, Beany.” I push my lips to her shoulder and wrap my arms around her.
I’m not sure what I did in my life to deserve her to come back to me like this, but I'm the happiest man in the world right now.