I drop down onto the couch beside Meena. “Wyatt, what the fuck are those?”
“What the fuck do they look like?” He says between laughs. “Gummy bears, bro!”
His answer causes me to shake my head. “What are they for?”
“What the hell do you mean what are they for?” Wyatt picks one up and tosses it into his mouth before mouthing off in Spanish. “Comer!”
My arms drape around Meena’s shoulder at the same time she retorts. “Por qué?”
“Yeah,” I echo. “Why did you bring gummy bears for us to eat?”
“Ah…” The grin on his face reaches obnoxious levels. “They’re not just regular Gummy Bears. These are vodka soaked.”
“Is that why they look bloated?” Ainsley questions from where she’s sitting in Nate’s lap, on the opposite end of the couch.
Excitedly, he nods. “These things taste fucking amazing.”
“What the hell was wrong with just a bottle of vodka?” Nate asks.
“Exactly.” I point to him in agreement while continuing to stare at Wyatt who is sitting on the floor space beside the coffee table.
“This is more fun!” Wyatt says, laughing again. “Besides, I didn’t know when the kids would be back and this shit blends in better with the surroundings than bottles would. I mean seriously look around this place. It’s like Toys ‘R Us meets Summer Camp. Even the bizarre combination of carved pumpkins on your door step clearly indicates there are kids inside this place.”
“Fuck you.”
“Tenemos dos niños en esta casa.” Meena defends promptly. “It looks exactly how it should all things considered. And don’t talk shit about those pumpkins! We worked really hard on them. Do you have any idea how hard it is to carve that fucking Xbox symbol?”
“We?” Wyatt questions with a tilt of his head. He gives the two of us a long stare, drinking in my hand stroking her shoulder, her hand lovingly settled on my thigh, and our bodies wedge tightly together. With another cocky smirk, he states, “No tienes ni idea de lo feliz que me hace oírte decir la palabra.”
She tries not to blush. “Me too.”
“You guys sound so sexy when you speak Spanish,” Ainsley coos, with a dreamy look.
Nate grouses, “Confusing. They sound confusing when they speak Spanish.”
“Should’ve paid more attention when I tried to teach you,” Wyatt scolds, shoving another piece of candy in his mouth.
“You couldn’t teach yourself to breathe while eating pussy, why would we let you teach us anything?” I playfully snap, getting a laugh from Nate.
Wyatt flashes us each his middle finger seconds before Meena slips out of my grip to crawl to the other end of the couch. She lifts herself up onto her knees, whispers something in Ainsley’s ear, and then retreats back to me. An obvious blush hits Ainsley’s cheeks and three of us grow similar curious expressions.
“What just happened?”
Meena ignores my question.
“Kid, you okay?” The hint of concern in Nate’s voice is equally apparent.
“What did you just say to her?” I ask with a little more force.
“You’ll see,” my girlfriend nonchalantly hums. “In the meantime, can we get to eating those things or do you have a specific set of rules for that?”
Adjusting himself, Wyatt bends his legs so his arms rest on top of his knees. “I’m open to ideas.”
“Like a game?” Ainsley asks. “Like a drinking game?”
“What kinda fucking game do you play with Gummy Bears?” I bite.
“Poker?” Nate poorly tosses out.
“Yeah, but then no one is eating the candy,” Wyatt sighs.
“Well whose fucking fault is it you brought candy!” Nate grumps.
“I have an idea,” Meena says, sliding out of my grip again.
Instinctively, I groan at the separation.
Almost instantly, both sets of eyes from my bros dart to me.
I don’t bother denying my overprotective nature. I almost fucking lost her for something stupid I said. As far as I’m concerned groveling and looking pussy whipped are things that fall in my favor proving to Meena I do love her.
I do want to be with her.
That I do recognize that she is not Beth.
That I was hitting one consciously because she’s better.
Fuck, she’s so much better.
When Meena arrives back with a game in her hands, I scoot to the edge of the couch, and try to redirect the attention away from me. “Really?”
“Si.” She smirks widely. “Simple rules. Whoever eats the most amount of marbles doesn’t have to eat any gummy bears, everyone else has to eat the amount the winner collected in the form of gummy bears.”
“Are we really gonna do this?” I let out a deep sigh. “Are we really gonna taint a child’s game like this?”
“Wyatt already touched it so we’re past that point,” Nate chuckles and the rest of us join in.
“Am I the fucking piñata of this party?” He grumps.
With mirth in my voice, I counter, “You’d fuck a piñata,”
We laugh again, but he argues, “Nah, but Pax would.”
“Where the hell is Pax?” Nate asks as him and Ainsley move towards the coffee table where Meena is setting up the game.
I shrug. “He said he’d be here. He said he’d be on time…”
“And you didn’t use your CIA spy shit to track his phone and see exactly where he is?” Nate’s retort receives laughter from everyone else.
“Wait…Can you really do that?” Ainsley cautiously questions. “I mean, I know you can do….things, but can you really track us?”
Cockily, I state, “I can and I do.”
“So creepy.” She shudders and scoots in closer to Nate.
“It can be,” Nate agrees.
“I find it flattering,” Wyatt jokingly says. “Do you have any idea how many hot chicks he’s seen me bang from across the country?”
Meena shoots me a puzzled look. “Have you really?”
“Not on purpose.” After a short pause, I add, “Except for when I caught him fucking this supermodel. I did watch that for fun.”
Wyatt lets out a deep chuckle, “Yeah you did.”
We fist bump, but the women shake their heads.
For the most part, like everything else, I hack responsibly. There have been a few exceptions. Watching Wyatt convince a Sports Illustrated Super Model to roll his balls around her mouth like two swollen cherries was definitely one.
Ainsley brings us back to the game. “There are only four hippos.”
“Winner takes a turn stepping out.” Meena casually answers. “They act as a referee.”
Wyatt volunteers, “I’ll sit out the first round. I already know how good the candy tastes.”
The four of us position ourselves around the coffee table to man a hippo.
With my hand on the lever to the green one, I sigh, “When did shit come to this? When did we stop doing body shots off women in leather shorts for my birthdays and start getting fucked up on candy while playing with kid’s toys?”
“The year Sage was born,” Nate promptly answers.
“Be thankful we’re doing anything with liquor,” Wyatt fusses. “Most years your kids are around and I can’t get a buzz because I don’t wanna be the drunk uncle who fucks around and tells them there’s no Santa Claus.”
We collectively chuckle again and he declares to start.
Within seconds the entire living room echoes with more laughter, chomping noises, and unneeded shouts of profanity. The first round goes quick, declaring Meena the victor forcing the rest of us to toss back several of the gummy treats. To my surprise there’s quite an unexpected kick. After three more rounds, all of which I lose again, I begin to get the feeling these things are going to get us buzzed faster than we predicted.
Between aggressive taunting and playful motions to prevent one another from winning, the five of us finish half the bowl of candy faster than expected, making me even more grateful for the homemade pizza we had for an early dinner before we started. Wyatt clears the dish, announcing he’s got Jell-O shots and beer, asking who wants what.
I make my request for a beer and lean back against the edge of couch from the floor space I’m occupying. The small buzz is welcomed as well as appreciated. It’s been awhile since I laughed this hard.
This much.
This freely…
It’s been even longer since my birthday felt like something worth celebrating.
Since it was a day filled with me hitting 1s rather than 0s.
“How’d you get so damn good at that game?” Ainsley asks Meena at the same time she wiggles herself between Nate’s parted thighs.
“Practice,” my girlfriend insists, pressing her back against my front, taking on the same position as Ainsley. “Sage and Lynk are really competitive. You should see them when we play Mario Kart.”
I try not to groan at her ass brushing against my cock.
Fuck, I need everyone to crash so I can do the one thing for my birthday I’ve been waiting to do. Had I not been a dick and lost my tongue yesterday I could’ve done it at least twice this morning before Wyatt busted in with breakfast shit.
“Wonder where they get that shit from,” Wyatt pokes, passing out opened glass bottled beers to everyone. Once we’ve all got one, he raises his into the air. “We’ve had breakfast. We’ve had dinner. We’re working on dessert…” He cuts a glance at my hand that is making its way up the inside of Meena’s jean covered thigh. “But before we get to the point where we get too drunk to remember what we’re celebrating, how about we give our toast to the birthday bro.”
Their glass bottles lift in the air just as Pax enters the room. “You couldn’t fuckin’ wait?”
“Hey!” Nate greets him with a warm nod and Ainsley echoes it.
Wyatt grouses, “You’re interrupting my legendary speech, bro.”
“You don’t make legendary speeches unless you’ve stuck your spoon in the wrong pot and are trying to avoid getting choked out.”
The liquor floating around my system encourages me to say, “Am I drunk or was that a really good analogy?”
Meena glances at me. “I don’t know about really good, but it was decent.”
“It was not decent! Fue una mierda!”
“It wasn’t the shit,” Pax argues as a woman slinks into the room behind him.
“You speak Spanish?” Meena joyfully perks up.
Her excitement causes me to grip her tighter in my lap, which makes Wyatt chuckle and mutter, “Relax, bro. She’s all yours.”
“Not exactly,” Pax replies with a shrug. “Italian. Some words are similar enough to catch the gist of a sentence.”
“You’re Italian?” Ainsley questions a hint of surprise in her voice.
“Half.”
Unlike the rest of my bros, Pax actually possesses a natural shade of color to his complexion. He’s also physically much larger, much more threatening, and completely bald.
“The half that likes great food, great wine, and beautiful women,” Wyatt smoothly says. “Are you going to introduce us to the bottle of red you’re carrying or more importantly the gold skinned heavenly treat who followed you in?”
I sigh, “Put your egg roll away, Wyatt. That’s his girlfriend.”
He immediately snaps, “You all know my dick is bigger and longer than an egg roll.”
“Not all of us,” Pax’s girlfriend slyly interjects. “But if you’re willing to play show and tell…”
Pax pulls her against him and threatens Wyatt with a finger. “Don’t even fucking consider it.” We all laugh and shortly after, he says, “Everyone meet Ryann. Ryann these are my bros I’ve told you about.”
At least he’s telling her something ‘cause he hasn’t told us shit.
And the little information I couldn’t help myself from looking at has me beyond curious. He’s lucky Meena demanded I stop and encouraged me to actually get to know her as a person rather than judge her by what I found.
The five of us make our way over to the woman and begin proper introductions. While there is something strikingly beautiful about her dark hair pinned up on the top of her head, and her skin tight black sweater dress with gold trim designs, she pales in comparison to the woman I am anxiously waiting to be on top of.
Inside of….
Can I kick them out early?
Pax brushes off the funnel of questions about how they met and how he’s kept her hidden this long by insisting we keep the focus where it belongs, on me. He scurries away to the kitchen to open the bottle of wine protesting we toast with something more decent. Ryann assists in delivering the glasses, and we lift them the moment we’re all back together.
Wyatt starts his speech over, “Before I was rudely interrupted-”
Meena mutters, “Dramático.”
My free hand snakes around her waist and he continues, “I was going to say, when Nate and Pax turned 30, Holden was the one to give us a responsible, heartfelt speech. He reminded us each time to make the next decade better than this one. Gotta admit, that’s gonna be hard to top considering all the badass shit we did in our 20s…”
The four of us laugh lightly at the various memories we’re all thinking about.
Like making sure we didn’t get arrested for being drunk and disorderly by blackmailing the officer into calling it in as a false alarm. Pretty sure it wasn’t my idea to have a naked drunk decathlon in the middle of the street, but I am sure Beth beat the shit out of Wyatt during wheel barrel races.
“But…if the happiness you’ve all found is any indication to what lies ahead then I agree. Here’s to making the next ten, ten times better than the last, with people we love at least ten times more than we love ourselves.”
We collectively agree, clink, and drink.
His poetic words hit harder than the booze.
My 20s were filled with some of the best and worst moments a person can have.
I pray my 30s have less of the latter.
The party migrates back to the kitchen where Pax and Ryann dive into dinner leftovers while the rest of us munch on the outrageous selection of dips, Wyatt created. Our conversation initially revolves around as many embarrassing moments from my college days that they can recall. While Meena wears a smile, a sliver of guilt gets caught in the back of my throat. She wasn’t invited to the parties because she was the one watching my son. The one making sure he was bathed and fed. She was the one being a real mother to him while his actual one was out sneaking shrooms in the backseat of her car with Wyatt. Despite the fact the topic doesn’t seem to bother her, it bothers me, and I try to distract from it as smoothly as possible. Like he can sense what I’m thinking Wyatt takes the hint and starts an odd discussion about the wildest foods we’ve all eaten. Eventually this leads us to the vodka candy conversation and returning to play more games that require us to eat them.
After a liquor filled version of Candy Land, an odd round of Uno, and inebriated Mario Kart racing, we’re back to lounging around the living room with music playing. However, the second Meena gets inspired to dance, she’s out of my lap and tugging Ainsley along to dance with her. The two of them start swaying and singing, encouraging Ryann to join in.
As soon as she joins the rolling wave of seduction they’re displaying to “Buttons” by the Pussy Cat Dolls, Pax mumbles to us, “Am I fucking dreaming or is that really happening?”
Nate tries not to groan. “It’s like watching LIVE porn…”
“Isn’t all porn technically LIVE if the people are alive?” Wyatt thoughtfully ponders resting his elbows on the back of the couch between us.
The girls continue singing, grinding together and giggling like they know exactly what they’re doing to us.
And I have no fucking doubt in my mind that they do.
As soon as Meena motions a finger to beckon me over, I’m on my feet before I can even process what’s happening. She drags us away from the other two women who mimic her action to call their boyfriends over. With a seductive smile, she rolls her hips around taking my attention in circles with them. I possessively groan and yank her body close to mine, eager to feel the gyration against me. She spins, so her ass is firmly pressed to my crotch, drops down to touch her toes, and then slowly drags her hands back up her thighs. My dick thumps, begging for her to repeat the action with him inside. Snaking my arms around her waist, I let her lead our bodies to the changed beat, which is now a Pitbull song. I rap along with him and get sucked into the vortex that is Meena. For several songs we grind closely becoming a heaving mess that has my dick constantly aching in need of more. During the process, my eyes occasionally steal glimpses of Nate and Ainsley who can’t keep their lips separated for long periods of time and Pax and Ryann who are clearly trying not to give into the idea of getting each other naked. Each time I glance Wyatt’s direction, he simply smirks, not an ounce of jealousy in his baby blue eyes.
I hate that he doesn’t have this.
I hate that he doesn’t want this.
I hate that out of all of us he’ll probably never change.
My girlfriend presses her body harder against mine and I catch a familiar gleam in Wyatt’s eyes. All of a sudden, her words from earlier come crushing down on me, and I realize the perfect way to prove she’s nothing like my ex.
“Baby,” my teeth tug at her ear lobe. “You trust me?”
Meena moans her reply, “Si…”
“Then let me take you in a way I never have anyone else…”
Her brown eyes glance over her shoulder at me in interest.
“Don’t ask questions.”
She frowns.
“Just…let me prove to you that you’re really all mine.”
There’s no hesitation in her voice. No fear. No doubt. “Si.”
I slide my hand into hers and pull her the direction of Wyatt. When I get within ear shot of him, I lean over to only where he can hear. “You game?”
He gives me an inquisitive look then shoots it to Meena. “For?”
“Conquer.”
His eyebrows jump up as he leans away to give me a serious look. When I don’t break eye contact nor show any signs of backing down, the corner of his lip tugs upward and he nods slowly. “You sure about this?”
I steal a glimpse over my shoulder of the woman I’m trying to convince myself not to feel guilty about wanting.
About needing.
About loving.
My eyes meet Wyatt’s again and I simply nod.
He nods in return and downs the last of the beer in his bottle at the same time I announce, “Rules are as follows. You are welcome to crash and fuck anywhere in this house that is not my room or my kid’s room. Got it?”
“My room is open,” Meena announces promptly. “Para ambos.”
“That means for both?” Nate practically begs between kisses. “Fuck, let that mean for both….”
“It does,” Wyatt informs as he ditches the empty bottle.
They make a rush for the room while Pax and Ryann tumble onto the couch. I slide myself behind Meena and whisper, “My room. Now.”
Her eyes widen at the declaration.
We’ve never had sex in there. I’d like to blame it completely on the fact I have two children who are less likely to hear us when we’re downstairs, but that would be a lie. Truth is the guilt from being happy and moving on has grown roots in various aspects including allowing another woman in the room I once shared with Beth. It doesn’t matter I bought a new bed or all new furniture. Doesn’t matter I ditched the ‘artsy photos’ by random photographers for a signed lacrosse jersey, a flat screen T.V., and classic framed comic books. It still felt wrong to fuck another woman anywhere near the room. But it’s time to change that shit.
It’s time to let the memory of Beth rest and upgrade to life with Meena.
Along our climb up the stairs, my hands wander down her sides, caressing the curves I’m going to be claiming the minute we cross the threshold.
Wyatt trails behind closely, eyes studying my hands yet mouth remaining silent.
The moment the three of us cross the threshold my restraint snaps. I roughly brace Meena against the closed door, pin my hand beside her head, and scrape my teeth along the underside of her jaw. She hums in approval, which spurs my mouth to open.
To bite.
To lick.
To mark.
Her body shudders when my teeth sink into the sensitive skin and my dick demands we move past this, that the dancing was enough foreplay.
How fucking wrong he is.
“Meena,” Wyatt’s voice calls to her.
She turns her head and I drag my teeth towards the spot under her ear she’s now exposing. “Hm?”
With my mouth in an occupied oscillation between that area and her lobe, I observe my best friend’s movements out of my peripheral, not nearly as nervous as I thought I would be. His expression is a mixture of intrigue and predatory. A premature growl begins festering and I glide my hand down the front of Meena’s thin black shirt.
Wyatt’s head hits the side of the door at an angle. “Holden’s gonna take you…”
My free hand slides up the back of her thigh.
“Break you…”
I squeeze her ass hard like his words were an immediate trigger to take action.
She squeaks at the brute force.
“It may hurt a bit,” Wyatt teases with a flirtatious tone.
Typically, I try to hold the monster back.
To hide it.
To shelter her from the barbarian she has a tendency to bring out.
Not this time.
Not tonight.
Everything changes.
I’m fucking hitting 1 like never before.
“But by the end of it all, he’s going to put you back together as his.”
The last word causes me to clamp down ferociously on her neck with a minor growl.
Meena moans and attempts to turn her face my direction, which is when Wyatt grips her by the chin to maintain their eye contact. In a feeble voice, she questions, “What are you gonna do?”
I can hear his smile expand despite the fact my eyes have fallen shut in desperation for more of her. “Help.”
Wyatt doesn’t leave room for any more questions.
“Shirt.”
Instantly, I relinquish the hold I had to viciously yank off my girlfriend’s shirt. There’s a minor gasp, but it barely registers. My eyes fall to her heaving chest where a lacy black bra is standing between my mouth and her perfect, perky nipples.
“Bed.”
Swiftly, I maneuver her around until her knees knock against the edge. She drops her jaw to speak yet loses interest when she’s pushed backwards and my teeth start tugging at the material covering her tits. Meena melts into my bed, eyes rolling into the back of her head in pure, unadulterated euphoria.
The sound of Wyatt’s footsteps getting closer syncs up with the speed of my breathing. My eyes briefly meet his and he nods knowing what I want my next move to be.
What I need it to be.
I quickly remove the barrier, banish it from the bed, and trap her hardened nub between my teeth. Meena moans and I suck harder, anxious to rip an orgasm out of her without concern for ever having my own.
My tongue begins a languorous lap around her nipple as Wyatt lowers his body beside the bed closer to her face.
“See the thing is Meena,” he speaks slowly, eyes following my mouth’s movements, silently directing it to taste the other side identical to the way I am this one. The moment my teeth have her body hostage again, he continues, “When a woman is actually claimed by the man she loves…”
My hand hastily begins undoing her jeans.
“There’s no real risk in another man watching.”
I callously tear them down her long legs along with her underwear.
“Because she’s not tempted by or interested in anyone else.”
Now fully bare in front of the both of us, her brown eyes dart open, and up at me. While I expect some sort of trepidation, some inkling of uneasiness about what’s about to happen next, I’m relieved when all I see is trust.
Confidence in keeping her safe from anything terrible happening.
Expectation in keeping my promise from earlier.
Her legs widen willingly and I dip two fingers deep inside her soaking pussy. The sound of my entrance echoes around the room eliciting a breathless moan from all three of us.
The possessive voice I’m beginning to love rather than loathe states, “Mine.”
Meena’s body arches upward and Wyatt tugs her tight curls to tilt her head up. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she whimpers out a sound so deliciously dirty my dick weeps in the prison of my jeans.
“He’s gonna conquer that little pussy until the only person you ever remember fucking is him.” Another breath is stolen from her when he yanks her hair again and commands, “Harder.”
I shove my fingers deeper, picking up speed with each push. A frantic, fierce rhythm is discovered and I completely surrender to the beast breaking free. Meena moans and mumbles what sounds like pleading in Spanish yet I don’t falter my movements. I don’t consider the possibility I’m hurting her. That I could truly hurt her.
Because I want to break her.
I want to shatter her.
I want to fuck her into a million little pieces that only I can put back together.
Her head twists and her body contorts underneath mine as the first orgasm hits. She begins crying out my name, and I can’t stop from watching her body tremble with the sound of every letter.
Wyatt holds her in place, my fingers still slipping in and out, toying with her sensitive clit. I watch his mouth get closer to her ear and a loud grumble is grabbed. He cocks a triumphant grin before whispering, “That wasn’t good enough…” Her eyes squeeze shut even tighter and mine lock with his. “Again.”
All of a sudden, my fingers stiffen inside of her and begin thrusting without inhibition. Meena’s cries continue until they morph into something carnal.
Something animalistic all their own.
Something stuck between tortured bliss and euphoric madness.
Her thighs make an effort to squeeze together as her sopping wet pussy swallows my fingers, but my knees harshly refuse, applying enough pressure to keep them spread.
To keep her open.
To keep her body on the docket for punishing.
Meena clutches at the sheets, screams for what feels like mercy, and hungrily moans each time Wyatt gives her hair another tug. Finally, the familiar pulsing of her pussy begins again, forcing my own eyes to close. At the moment she announces her body’s obvious action, Wyatt’s hand locks onto my wrist, and holds it in place. My pulse pounds against his grip yet my cock threatens to come apart from the overwhelming connection between the three of us.
When the shaking starts to subside, I open my eyes and Wyatt merely gives me a nod of approval to truly finish what I’ve started. In a blinding rush, I shed my shirt and jeans, flip Meena over onto her stomach, and up onto her knees.
I pierce through the tight muscles straight to the hilt.
Her body arches back at the same time she screams, “Oh Dios mío!”
My fingers anchor themselves onto her hips and ruthlessly rock her ass against me. It bounces back each time with perfect precision while her pussy clenches down on my cock in unison of the motions. A savage groan tears throughout my system at the same time I give her a good swat on the ass.
Meena whimpers and Wyatt commands, “Harder.”
I pop her round ass again this time receiving a similar mewl to the one she was making earlier on the verge of coming. “Sí. Más fuerte!”
The greed and hunger in her voice make for the best translator I could ever imagine. I repeat the action with more fervor, letting my head loll backwards from being drunk with primal power.
There’s a sudden shift onto the bed and I pull my face back up to see Wyatt positioned closer to her again. He cuts me a glance seconds prior to gripping her by the chin once more.
This time there’s no pang of possible jealousy.
No question whether or not she’d take the bait.
No doubt everyone in this room understands who this pussy belongs to.
Who this woman belongs to.
“You’re gonna come on his cock now,” Wyatt purrs yet her pussy doesn’t respond.
It wants me.
It only listens to me.
“That’s right baby,” I subtly agree. “You’re gonna give my dick every last fucking drop.”
The muscles swell from my declaration and so does my smirk.
She really is all mine.
My balls threaten to come from the thoughts as well as from her pussy’s wet, wordless pleading for my submission.
Wyatt’s eyes narrow at me. “Not. Yet.”
Easy for him to fucking say, his dick isn’t currently coated in hot ecstasy.
His grip slides to her neck where it clutches. “Say his name.”
Meena follows the command immediately. “Holden…”
“Louder.”
He squeezes making it a more difficult task. Watching his grip harshen pushes me to thrust more severely.
I want all of the power here.
It’s completely mine.
She’s completely mine.
Her strained voice repeats, “Holden.”
Wyatt’s eyes unite with mine once more yet his demand is to her, “Say it like he owns you.”
A hallow howl of my name is relinquished and my teeth bite down on the inside of my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. Meena starts to collapse, becoming completely sated as her final orgasm is milked from her. I swiftly tug her up by the hair so her back is flush with my front and bury my face in the crook of her neck against the red butterfly tattoo. She shakes. She cries. She pledges her love over and over again in a symphony of surrender I can’t handle. With one final push, my body goes rigid, and searing streams end the starvation her pussy was suffering through. I release a rapturous bellow that reverberates around the entire room. Our limbs twist together at the time our mouths fuse. In a collection of shallow breaths and bites, we enter Elysium completely connected.
This is what love should feel like.
Completely exhausted, the two of us fall together in a sweaty heap. It takes a few minutes for us to gather our senses, but when it happens, Meena is first to speak. She props her chin onto my chest and asks, “When did Wyatt leave?”
I give the place a quick scan surprised at his disappearance. “I….I honestly don’t have any idea…”
We exchange a set of sweet smiles over the realization of how engulfed in one another we were.
We are.
My fingers trail along her spine. “You’re okay? That wasn’t…You didn’t feel…I wasn’t…”
“It was amazing.” Her reassurance is met with a soft kiss on my chest. Afterwards she asks, “And you’ve never done anything like that before? Not even with Beth?”
I shake my head.
“Why not?”
“Because I never believed she was really mine…”
Meena’s brown eyes expand with sadness.
“I knew if something like this happened, she wouldn’t have hesitated to invite Wyatt into the situation with us, proving my biggest fear. Well, my biggest fear at the time.” I toy with a curl my finger stumbles across. “You’re all mine now. You’re my 1 after a lifetime of having to hit 0. And I’m all yours, Meena. Any day. Every day. Anything you need or want from me will always be a 1.”
She sweetly sighs, shifts her body back on top of mine, and feverishly reunites our mouths.
Maybe Meena is the system reset I had been waiting for.
Maybe this time I’ll get everything right for me and my children.