Never letting you go

Ash

“Tip your head back a little more, that’s it, almost done.” Stella, my fiancé, is sitting between my legs facing away from me while I rinse conditioner from her hair. Her knees are pulled up with her arms wrapped around them, her head is back and her eyes closed.

I’ve never taken baths with women, a hard fuck against the wall in a Vegas hotel shower maybe, but sitting down and washing her skin, shampooing her hair, never. There are a lot of things that are different about my relationship with this gorgeous woman who has agreed to be mine forever. And all of them are good.

“Are you ready to see your surprise?”

“It’s for me?”

“Yep, well, you can share it with Cannon and me if you want, but I did it for you.”

Her arms stretch out to the sides of the tub, and she twists to look at me over her shoulder with excitement twinkling in her eyes. “Are we done?”

“Yeah, come on.” I stand and offer her my hand. When we are both out of the tub, I wrap a towel around my waist and dry her hair with another.

“I’m excited, hurry.”

I laugh at her enthusiasm. She’s almost as excited as Cannon is on Christmas morning, almost. “Okay, throw on some clothes and let’s go see it.”

“Okay.” She skips out of the bathroom with her hair still dripping wet. I pull on some jeans and a T-shirt and sit down on the edge of the bed to wait for her.

“Hey, darlin’, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what?” she calls from the walk in closet.

“Since we’re getting hitched and all, I thought maybe you could tell me about that scar on your belly.”

The rummaging for clothes stops and starts again. A minute later she emerges from the closet in a pair of soft shorts and a tank top with her bottom lip between her teeth.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready, but someday I’d like to know how you got it.”

“I’ll tell you but will you tell me something, too?”

I lean back on the bed propping myself up with my hands, “Sure, what do you wanna know?”

“Who was the woman at the front door a few weeks ago? The pretty blonde.”

Shit, I didn’t think she would ask that but I’ve never kept secrets from her, and I’m not about to start now. “It was Abigail, Cannon’s biological…” I struggle with the word mother.

“Mama,” she finished for me.

“Yeah.”

“What did she want?”

“She had some crazy notion that she could waltz back in here and be a part of Cannon’s life, just because she got herself cleaned up off drugs and booze.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I was speechless, too.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Told her there’s no fucking way she’s seeing that boy after she abandoned him for five years.”

“And she accepted that?”

“No, not exactly. She told me she was gonna sic some lawyers on me, but I never heard a word from her.”

She wrinkles her forehead and worries her lip some more. “What?”

“Well, that’s weird, don't you think? I mean showing up and asking to see him because she got cleaned up sort of makes sense but why would she drop it so easily?”

“She doesn’t have money. All that lawyer talk was bullshit. She’s still as broke as the day she was when I met her. She’s working in a little grocery store as a clerk and living in a rented room in some old lady’s house in Pinewood.”

“So you keep tabs on her?”

“Didn’t until she showed up asking for Cannon. I knew where she went and who she saw for a couple of months after she took off but after that, I figured good riddance.”

“I don’t like it.”

“What, me keeping tabs on her? I had to see what she was…”

“No, no, I don’t like that she hasn’t pursued it. Something big made her reach out and take a risk. Why would she just walk away?”

I sit up and sigh running my hand through my hair. “Darlin’, that’s what she does. She walks away. That’s what every woman in my life does, except you.”

I watch her pad across the room closing the distance between us. When she’s standing in front of me, she nudges my knees apart to stand between my legs. She rests her warm hands on my shoulders and fixes me with a serious look. “I will never abandon you, ever. If there were a way to prove it, like a detonating ankle bracelet that would explode and kill me if I tried to leave, I’d wear it forever. I love you. You’re a good man: loyal, good-hearted, and sexy.” She smiles when she says sexy.

“I’m not as good as you think. I don’t deserve you, but I’m selfish enough to take you anyway.”

“I’m glad you’re selfish then.”

“Speaking of selfish, your turn.”

“Okay, when I was thirteen years old I had an accident in the barn. I fell coming down a ladder, and there was a steel post sticking out of the ground. I’m not sure why it was there. I think maybe it was a place to tie up a dog. One of the ranch hands had an old dog that was blind, it always wandered off and got lost. Anyway, I fell on it and it went almost all the way through me.”

“Oh, honey, that’s terrible, shit, I’ll bet that hurt like hell.”

“It did after a while, but my head hurt more. I cut it in the fall. At first, I think I was in shock. I didn’t know why I couldn’t get up but after an hour or so it was excruciating.”

“An hour? Why didn’t anybody help you?”

“That’s the part I’m ashamed of, the reason I don’t tell people about it and why I don’t like to be reminded of it. I wasn’t alone. I was with a ranch hand. He was twenty-seven years old and I was fourteen. We were… well, you know.” She shrugs, and I pull her into my lap. She bows her head and fiddles with her fingernails while she finishes.

“He knew he would be in trouble with my daddy and the law if he got caught with me. Daddy saw how he looked at me, he sensed something was going on and he threatened to stab him with a pitchfork if he so much as laid a hand on me. So, he walked away and left me there. I begged him over and over to help me or at least call somebody, but he didn’t. He rode back to the main barn, packed all his stuff, and disappeared.”

“He fucking left you there? Alone and injured?”

“Yes.”

“For how long?”

“I’m not sure. I know it was lunchtime when I fell. We snuck off to the abandoned barn when everyone came in from the fields to eat. I passed out from the pain and when I didn’t show up for dinner daddy got a search party together to look for me. I woke up in the hospital the next day. I had a couple of broken ribs, and they did emergency surgery to repair my bowels and stitch up my head. Daddy never asked me why I was out there, but I’m sure he put two and two together when Doug never showed up for work again.”

My fucking blood is boiling in my veins when she's finished. How do you see a young girl lying on the ground impaled by a steel rod and walk away? Talk about abandonment issues. Mine seem like nothing now compared to hers. If I ever find that bastard, I’ll hang him in the old oak tree out back by his dick.

“Thank you. I’m sure that was hard to relive, I appreciate you sharing with me. Now that I know, we don’t ever have to talk about it again, I promise.”

“Thanks.”

“So, now that we’ve had a deep heart-to-heart, how about we lighten up the mood with your surprise?”

“I’d like that.”

I stand her up and swat her perfect ass. “I love that ass.”

She shakes her head and takes my hand pulling me from the room. “Hold on. I’m leadin’, you don’t know where you’re going.”

“I’ll follow the hammering sounds.” I chuckle when she pulls me along to the first floor and down the hall toward my office.

She stops short when she realizes the sounds are coming from the library and spins around with wide eyes, “You’re not fucking with the library are you?”

“Stella, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear like that outside the bedroom.”

“That’s because Cannon is always within earshot.”

“I’m not complaining. I like it.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“No, nobody’s fucking with the library, babe. Come on.”

I lead her to the entrance to a living room across from my office that we never use. It’s got a fireplace and a beautiful view of the pool and the back yard, but there are only so many places you can spend time in a house this size.

I swing open the door and allow her to enter first. Two men on scaffolding stop hammering and turn to see who’s entering the room. “Hey, guys, I’m just gonna show Stella her new office, don’t mind us.”

“Office?” she says looking around the room dumbfounded. “What am I going to do in an office?”

“Study. You’ve been doing homework in bed on your laptop for weeks. Now you can come here and sit at your desk,” I gesture at a massive mahogany desk at the end of the room that used to be a living room. “Or you can relax on the couch by the fire in the winter on your chaise lounge. And as you can see, we’ve knocked out the wall between the library and this room so you’ll have easy access to anything you need. So, I guess I did fuck with the library but only to bring you closer to it. There’s also an area for Cannon to hang out and play if you need to get something done and I’m not home.” I point to the kid corner equipped with a table and chairs, tons of art supplies, age appropriate books, an easel, toys, a television with video game consoles, and even a mini kid recliner.

Her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she makes a 360º circle taking everything in. When she stops, her watery eyes are on me. “This is all for me?”

“Yeah, darlin’, it’s all yours. Now you have someplace to spread out and keep earning those A’s.” She started taking online classes a month ago, and she’s gotten nothing but perfect scores on all of her papers and tests so far. I told her to start out slow, but she insisted on taking a full schedule saying she’s already twelve years behind.

Her hand falls from her mouth, and she flings herself at me wrapping her legs around my waist. Her hands thread through my hair, and she presses her mouth to mine. This isn't your ordinary thank you so much kiss. This is a no-holds-barred, full-on passionate, take me back to bed and make love to me all day kiss.

I start for the door with one eye open so I don’t crash into anything, and she pulls her mouth from mine. “No, here, on my new desk,” she says in a husky fuck-me voice that makes my cock twitch in my jeans.

I holler up at the workers without taking my eyes off of Stella, “Hey, guys, give us some privacy, will ya?” The hammering stops, and I hear them climb down the scaffolding and shuffle out the door. When it clicks, I walk over and lock it in case my dad brings Cannon home early. Then I pad across the room in my bare feet and sit her on her new desk.

“Time?” I ask while stripping off her tank top. She looks around the room for a clock and calls out two-thirty like an announcer at the racetrack. I tug at her shorts, and she lifts her ass so I can slide them off. “We don’t have much time to christen your desk, but I think we can manage if we hurry.”

She wastes no time unbuttoning my old soft jeans and shoving them down. We’re both panting like animals grabbing at each other, kissing, nipping, and touching like it’s been months instead of minutes since we last had each other. I push her down on her back and spread her legs wide taking a few seconds to drag the tip of my stiff cock through her drenched pussy before thrusting it into her balls deep.

She gasps and clenches her teeth grabbing hold of the edge of the desk while I pound into her hard and fast. “We have about five minutes before my dad brings Cannon home, I’m gonna make ‘em count.”

I love watching her breasts bounce up and down as I inch her up the desk.

“I’m coming…” she says through her teeth, and I stop holding back. I dig my fingers into her waist for leverage and speed up watching her come apart under me. When she’s almost through it, I slide my hands under her ass, tip her pelvis up and go in deep when I come so hard it brings stars to my eyes. Fuck yeah, this is my woman. She’s mine forever and always. I’m never letting her go, and she’s never gonna want to.